48: No Break

The first day back at uni felt like stepping into an entirely new world for Mark after the break.

He adjusted the soft cream off-shoulder sweater dress that Agatha had insisted he wear. The delicate fabric hugged his figure, and he tugged it nervously over his pantyhose-clad thighs as he crossed the courtyard.

The outfit, like so many others he now owned, came from Alice’s boutique, but he hardly cared anymore.

What mattered was being out of the mansion and away from the torment by the maids.

As he crossed the courtyard, familiar voices caught his attention.

“Mia!” Courtney’s cheerful call rang out, drawing his attention. She was waving energetically, her bright smile a welcome sight. She was flanked by a few of the girls he’d grown close to during his short term at university.

His face lit up with a gentle smile as he waved back at Courtney and started towards his new friends.

“Looking good!” one of the girls teased as the group closed in, her eyes scanning his outfit. “Did you change your makeup routine? You look even cuter now. And that dress? Stunning!”

Before Mark could respond, Courtney hooked her arm through his and pulled him into the circle of friends. “Come on, spill!” she demanded playfully. “What were you up to over your little break? Oh, I heard a wild rumour—you and Luke got caught by his mom while you were doing it! And that’s why you were suspended!”

Mark froze mid-step, his face flushing crimson. “Where did you hear that?!” he blurted, his voice a mix of panic and embarrassment. “Did he say that? It wasn’t like that! I wasn't suspended. And—and how was I supposed to know his mom was the dean?!”

Courtney stopped in her tracks, turning to him with a wicked grin. “Ohhh, so it did happen? I was just teasing, but thanks for confirming!” She laughed, nudging him lightly. “You’re naughtier than you look, Mia.”

Mark’s face burned hotter as he stammered, “No! That’s not—”

But his flustered reaction only fueled the group’s laughter. Courtney’s teasing smile widened, and the other girls joined in, giggling as they walked. Mark shook his head, muttering, “No…” under his breath, but his half-hearted denials were drowned out by their gossips.

Slowly, he couldn’t help but rethink if coming to university was actually better than staying at the mansion.

When they reached the lecture hall, Mark’s gaze was drawn to the back row, where Luke was sitting. His chest tightened as memories of their last video call flooded his mind.

As they got closer, Mark’s eyes instinctively dropped to Luke’s crotch.

While others mistook the shy girl for looking at the ground nervously, Courtney’s sharp eyes followed his line of sight.

Leaning in, she whispered with a smirk, “Eyes up, girl.” She jabbed him playfully in the ribs, breaking his daze.

Mark’s face burned as he realized what he’d been doing. He glanced away, trying to ignore Courtney’s knowing grin.

“Hey, good to see you again,” Luke greeted with a warm smile, casually as they passed.

"Yea..."

The moment Luke turned away, Mark hissed under his breath, “I wasn’t—!”

Courtney patted his shoulder, grinning. “Relax, you don’t have to act all prude with me.”

Before Mark could respond, a hand tugged at his arm.

“Mia, over here,” Sarah called, gesturing to an empty seat beside her.

Mark slid into the chair, but the rest of the day quickly blurred soon after.

As he sat beside Sarah, she leaned in close, her hand brushing lightly against his thigh. A slow, deliberate pressure followed, her fingers creeping upward inch by inch, slowly as she savoured the moment to feel his soft thighs.

As her hand reached his crotch, she began to slowly press the small bulge in his panties, circling her finger around the tip of his penis.

Even as he tried to gently nudge her hand away, she continued her attack, her face showing no hint of wrongdoing.

A satisfied smile started to form on her lips as a small trickle seeped out from the tip, wetting his pantyhose covered crotch and her finger.

Undeterred, she continued the massage - with two fingers now, gently pressing his trapped hard cock between them.

Her eyes, initially focused on the lecture soon turned to sneak glances at him as he fought hard to maintain his expression, his panties now dampened under the desk.

Mark tried to focus, but the sensation was impossible to ignore, and his body instinctively tensed as he came.

He pressed his legs together, but her hand remained, subtle yet persistent - now teasing the bottom of his balls trying to empty it completely, making him leak in his panties even as he remained flaccid.

As the teasing continued, he couldn't help but bite on his lower lip as he struggled to maintain control.

Turning around, he met eyes with Luke.

Seeing the blushing girl looking at him intensely, Luke's heart skipped a beat. His mind raced, wondering if Mia was still interested in him.

Mark's cum craving and pleasure-overcome mind slowly veered between Luke’s subtle glances and his recent unbidden craving, making him want to drag Luke into a restroom and relive the shameful fantasies of taking his dick in his mouth again.

Mark buried his face in his arms, his head resting on the desk.

He had to repeatedly tell himself that he wasn't attracted to Luke that way and all of it was because of his body's recent weird craving to drink cum again.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. Mark found it impossible to focus during lectures, his mind caught between Luke’s lingering glances and Sarah's touch.

When classes finally ended, Mark returned to his apartment, eager for solitude, stripping off his drenched panties and pantyhose, not even waiting to get inside.

"Mia?"

Mark turned his head to find Derrick staring at his butt, the sweater dress bunched up and resting on top of his bare cheeks.

He immediately opened the door and closed it behind him, groaning, before collapsing under the door.

'Did he see?!.. Wait where is it?'

He hurriedly opened the door once again only to find the panty and hosiery in Derrick's hands. Panicking, he grabbed it away and closed the door shut.

'Why does this keep happening !!' He panted.

As he looked around, he realized his old apartment barely resembled a place where a man had lived.

Packages from Alice’s store were piled haphazardly in one corner, while Sarah’s clothes were strewn across the floor.

Sighing, Mark set down his stuff and began tidying up as his new habits started to kick in, humming absentmindedly as he worked cleaning the apartment.

As he picked up one of the packages, he noticed something unusual, just a blank package with no label on it. Curious, he opened it.

Inside was a plastic bag, a stack of photos, and a letter printed in bold:

Wear this and come to the old abandoned school building near the campus at 6 PM on Friday.

Your old pal."

Mark’s blood ran cold as he sifted through the photos. They were compromising shots: him fleeing a café in his maid uniform, his face pressed against a car door with his bare backside completely exposed and even a shot of him in Derrick’s apartment, caught mid-act masturbating with a game controller.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. Most of the university knew him only as Mia, and the few who knew him as Mark had no reason to go to such lengths to threaten him. But someone clearly knew the truth and had gone to great lengths to expose him.

Even the few who knew him shouldn’t have had access to all of this, some even his private moments. Someone had clearly pieced everything together—and was using it against him.

He unfolded the plastic bag to find an old school uniform—a girl’s uniform—along with pink lace underwear and a matching bra.

Mark’s hands trembled with anger as he clutched the letter. His mind reeled with possibilities. His old high school classmates? Maybe— but they wouldn’t know about his current situation except for Sarah and Vanessa.

'Sarah? No, she wouldn’t do this... Vanessa? He wasn't sure but even if she had found his secret that day, it didn't make sense how she had a picture of him at Derrick's.'

'This bastard was stalking me from the beginning...'

Mark set the letter down, his jaw tightening. He couldn’t afford a scandal—not now, not when he was so close to inheriting the company.

The next day, he reached out to an old chat group of high school friends he’d sworn to cut ties with.

Mark: “I need a bottle of chloroform. Deliver it here ASAP.” [Address pinned]

Though he’d promised Agatha he wouldn’t associate with his old crew, Mark knew this situation called for **** measures. By the end of the day, he had the bottle in hand, along with clear instructions for using it.

Friday arrived slower than he'd expected, dragged out by Sarah's constant teasing, Luke and Derrick's awkward conversations, and the girls' gossip.

After class, Mark made a quick excuse to Sarah and slipped away.

At a nearby gas station, he changed into the humiliating uniform, stuffing his regular clothes into a bag.

The skirt felt impossibly short, its hem cut just below his crotch. His lace covered ass was ever so close to sticking out of the skirt, only showing a hint of pink lining converging between his legs.

With the underwear and skirt being smaller in size, he couldn't help but raise it a little higher as the waistband painfully dug into his soft skin.

He had thought of not wearing any of it but dismissed the idea. If this could help lower the stalker's defence, he was ready to go through with it.

Stuffing his regular clothes into a bag, he steeled himself. He was going to confront this blackmailer, subdue them, and ensure they could never threaten him again.

'Why is my butt so fat when my stomach is so lean...' Mark sighed as he felt his panties wedge between his ass cheeks with every step he took.

This better throw him off guard, Mark thought bitterly as he adjusted the outfit and steeled himself.

The old school building was eerily quiet, its broken windows and crumbling walls giving it a haunted air. Clutching his bag, Mark stepped inside, his breath visible in the chilly evening air.

Mark clutched his bag tightly, the towel doused with chloroform inside. He adjusted his skirt, cursing under his breath as the cold air nipped at his exposed thighs.

The minutes ticked by, and no one appeared. His phone buzzed with a text from Sarah:

Sarah Boobies: "Where are you? Let’s go grab dinner."

'Where the fuck is this guy?'

Mark sighed, typing out a quick excuse. "I'll be home in half an hour." Just as he hit send, a shadow loomed behind him.

He turned, startled, and found himself face-to-face with a large, fat man. The figure’s face was obscured by the dim light, but he looked about the same height as him.

Surprised, Mark stumbled back, falling onto the cold concrete floor. His bag spilt open, the chloroform bottle and towel falling out.

“Who—who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” Mark stammered, trying to scramble back to his feet.

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the towel, dousing it with chloroform before pinning Mark down.

The last thing Mark heard before everything went black was the man’s mocking voice.

“Typical of you...”