Weiss schnee(volleyball)

It was the middle of the day, classes were out, and you'd just finished all your assignments for the week. With your dormmates out and about, you're left alone to your own devices, reading in silence when you hear a firm knock at the door. You're quick to answer, but before you can even say hello, Weiss, your girlfriend, steps inside with the swagger of an Atlesian heiress.

"Sumire belladonna ." She says plainly, taking a seat on your bed. She's drenched in sweat, from her forehead down to her midriff, and you could've sworn you saw a wedgie cramped between her cheeks. Weiss can tell you're staring, rolling her eyes with a look of feigned disgust. "Eyes up here, you pervert."

Weiss falls to her back with a sigh, getting comfortable on your bed before a silent grunt escapes her lips. A brutal and wet-sounding fart could be heard from under her, followed by a horrid, eggy smell. She's quick to waft the stench away from her nose, eagerly blowing it towards you.

After a few seconds, a second fart leaks out with an annoyed grunt from Weiss. "Well? Do you need a gasmask or something?" She asked, turning onto her arm to show off her pale, plush ass.