Kanna hated her Godzilla-sized milkers—too shy to tell her mates, she spilled the beans to Mr. Hata, her weeb-class homeroom teacher. “Big tits ain’t weird, luv—come to think of it—they’re like limited-edition anime merch,” he whispered, patting her ISO-certified 102cm bust. Next thing ya know? We be grinding in the staff room—her “special tutoring sessions” turned into daddy’s personal titty buffet. That virgin-white girl went full yandere: no bra under school uniform, arvo titjobs behind the gym—brekkie-to-bedtime creampies “to thank sensei properly.” No worries, Mr. Hata’s “life guidance” syllabus now features J-cup suffocation drills and “how to deepthroat a popsicle” demos. “K-Kanana-chan… these are why ya top the class,” he groaned, shoko-tier loads dripping off her honour-student face.