“She says she’s embarrassed… but she shows you every last nose hair.” You’re alone with Kurumi in a classroom, wearing adult school cosplay. Sweet eyes, coquettish smile. Shy, yet eager to play. She looks only at you and asks if you want to see her nose. First, she shows it in profile. Then, blushing, she lets you look inside. She lifts the tip, revealing tiny dark hairs in her nostrils, embarrassed but willing. She asks if you want more. She slips in a small rolled paper and twists it, fast at first, then slower. Soft, delicate sneezes escape her lips. Her eyes soften, surrendering to sensation. She dares further. Covering one nostril, she slowly expels a shy, viscous strand. Everything about her remains gentle. Growing bolder, she plays with it, stretches it, smears it on the glass, showing you with teasing fingers. Then she tastes it. Salty. More liquid than expected. She says it softly, still shy. She wants you to look. To feel. (210224_15)