Beyond Shokushu Forest 2
The girl (Girl? You let that pass for now...) seems to be frightened. Breathing hard, she stops abruptly in the small clearing you recently vacated, looking around fearfully, while you take the opportunity to do some looking of your own. Though less than five feet tall, she is obviously not a child, being fully formed with all the sorts of bits you look for in a woman. Like those large breasts which rise and fall so impressively with her labored breathing. Or the slim waist that flares out into wider hips which do an excellent job of framing a softly curved mound unadorned by any pubic fuzz that might hide the tempting line of her slit. Or, as she swings around, the perfect half-moon of a slender but delectable bottom almost hidden by that tumble of dark green hair.
Yes, you can't avoid it by looking at her arousing charms any longer. This young woman is definitely green all over. And it's not some trick of the light passing through the trees. It's either her natural coloring or she has been to a very broad-minded fancy dress party disguised as a Martian.
Or a dryad! Where did that thought come from? Dryad? You vaguely remember fantasy books read years ago. Pan and woodland spirits, nymphs and shepherds. Or was that a Christmas carol? But dryads... yes, something about nature spirits that lived in trees and hid away from humans. But they don't exist of course. And neither do the monsters you saw around Shokushu High School, molesting the students. This is all getting a bit too much for your brain to cope with.
The girl must have sharper hearing than you do. She swings her head around quickly, looking intently between two large trees on the edge of the clearing. After a few moments you can hear it too, something moving a lot less quietly than the dryad had done. Probably it was that which had set the birds to squawking too, whatever it was. Still with visions of bears and other large and unfriendly creatures, you decide to stay quiet, even if you do have an almost overwhelming urge to go see if that green will actually rub off. And if not... well those tits are human enough looking to deserve a good rubbing anyway. You're not color prejudiced, even if green wasn't one of the options covered by that sensitivity training course you had to attend.
Maybe she'll come to you though. Turning abruptly, she seems to be looking for somewhere to hide and you already picked the best spot in sight. But as she runs towards your bush, the girl tries to look back over her shoulder and so completely misses seeing a tree root which trips her up. Falling flat on her back just yards from your sanctuary, she appears even more inviting, what with her arms and legs spread wide in a pose that looks like she's waiting for you. But maybe you had best wait a minute and see what sort of animal is chasing her.