The headmistress's gaze was filled with anticipation, and although I was facing her directly, my lips hesitated to part.

It was obvious why—saying something like, "Could you perhaps hug me and let me bury my face in your chest?" would have clear consequences. The headmistress would likely become overzealous in granting my request, and I'd end up suffocating between those terrifyingly large breasts, possibly to the point of death.

‘At the very least, I should maintain my dignity as a human being.’

I'd heard of people who enjoy abandoning all pride and self-respect to act like a baby in a …