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Lisa sinks into a kneeling stretch on the bench, arms locked behind her head, her spine arching until every muscle from shoulders to thighs pulls taut. The strain pushes her chest hard against thin black fabric, sweat tracing a slow line down her stomach toward the waistband riding low on her hips. She glances back over one shoulder with a look that says the workout was only the warm up, dark strands slipping loose from her tie. The gym has gone quiet except for her breathing, heavy and deliberate, like she wants whoever is watching to notice. リサはベンチの上で膝をつき、両腕を頭の後ろで組んだまま体を反らせ、肩から太腿まですべての筋肉がぴんと張り詰める。 その緊張が薄い黒い生地の胸元を強く押し上げ、汗が腰まで下がったウエストバンドに向かってゆっくりと腹を伝い落ちる。 振り返った視線は、トレーニングはただの準備運動に過ぎないと語りかけ、結んでいた黒髪が少しほどけて頬にかかる。 ジムは彼女の呼吸だけが響くほど静まり返り、その息づかいは重く意図的で、見ている誰かに気づいてほしいと願っているかのようだ。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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