Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
The forest looks dark and faintly sinister. Trees crowd closely together as though for company. But there is nothing sinister about the young girl peering about. A bit older than many of the pupils, she must be a senior, maybe a prefect. Her figure has the voluptuousness of approaching womanhood, while the plaster on her cheek shows she is still active on the sports field. She doesn't spot you in the shadow and, believing herself to be alone, sneaks furtively deeper into the forest carrying a small bag.