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The warm sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting dappled patterns across the forest floor. Anko Mitarashi leaned casually against a tree, her trademark smirk curling on her lips. Her fishnet top clung tightly, leaving very little to the imagination, and the short orange skirt barely covered her thighs.

“Mm… what a perfect spot to play a little,” she murmured, her tone teasing, almost as if she was daring someone to watch.

She stood with both hands resting behind her head, pushing her chest forward deliberately. The motion made her large breasts strain against the fishnet, and she laughed softly, clearly amused by her own provocation.

Lowering herself to sit on a fallen log, Anko crossed her legs slowly, letting the fabric of her skirt rise just enough to hint at the curve of her thighs. Her fingers wandered lazily to her chest, giving one playful squeeze. “Heh… can’t help it. Even I can’t ignore these…” she whispered with a grin, massaging herself briefly before letting her hands fall away.

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