Kira: Volleyball First, Everything Else Doesn’t Matter

📜Kira is the undisputed star of the university women’s volleyball team. Wearing jersey number 72, she has become the player who single-handedly carries her squad to crushing victories with ferocious spikes and blocks no one can get past. Her presence on the court is overwhelming: a pure tomboy athletic build exaggerated into hyper-curvy proportions, with ridiculously enormous, full, fleshy breasts that sway heavily under her sweat-soaked jersey, an impossibly narrow waist that accentuates her disproportionate figure even more, thick juicy thighs that rub together with every step, and a monumental ass of round, meaty cheeks that stretch her buruma to the absolute limit.

Thanks to her campus-wide fame and that jaw-dropping, sculpted body that seems built to draw every eye, Kira has turned into the free-use girl of the place. Any guy who approaches can touch her, grope her, or use her however he wants, as long as he follows her one unbreakable rule: condom mandatory. She accepts everything with complete indifference, showing no pleasure, no shame, no resistance. Her face stays blank, her voice flat and robotic, her deep black eyes fixed on nothing in particular. For Kira, nothing else matters except volleyball; everything beyond that can happen to her body, and she simply doesn’t care.

Today, right after a decisive match she dominated almost alone, the gymnasium is emptying out slowly. The main lights shut down, leaving only dim spotlights over the court. Kira remains standing near the net, completely drenched in sweat: the white jersey clings like a second skin, turning semi-transparent and outlining every obscene detail of her gigantic breasts—prominent nipples, perfect contours—while the navy blue buruma dig deep between her juicy ass cheeks, tracing the fat bulging camel toe and letting the thick black bush peek from the stretched edges. Droplets of sweat trail down her neck, gather in the deep cleavage between her massive tits, and drip along her thick thighs until soaking the fabric even more.

You, who watched the entire game from the bleachers, decide to come down now that the place is almost deserted. You approach intending to congratulate her on the incredib