Chapter 3: Guarding and Possession

## Section 1: A Gentle Morning

At 6:30 in the morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden dappled patterns on the wooden floor.

Yuuma was still asleep when he felt something soft gently touching his cheek. Once, twice, like a feather brushing against him, or perhaps...

He opened his eyes groggily.

A delicate face came into view, less than ten centimeters away. Long, slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded down, the ends brushing against his forehead, causing a slight tickle. Those eyes—once filled with arrogance—were now brimming with tenderness, gazing intently at him.

"Good morning, Yuzhen," Stardust said softly, her voice hoarse from just waking up, yet unusually gentle.

Yuzhen instantly snapped awake. He sat up abruptly, his back hitting the headboard with a dull thud.

"S-Sato-senpai..." he said instinctively, his voice filled with panic.

Stardust smiled. She knelt by the bed, wearing a pale purple silk nightgown with spaghetti straps and a low neckline that revealed a deep cleavage and partially exposed breasts. The nightgown was made of a very thin material, almost translucent in the morning light, allowing glimpses of her body's outline.

“Call me Stardust,” she said, gently stroking Yuuma’s cheek. “Or… you can call me Misaki if you want. But remember, I’m the one controlling this body now.”

Her fingers were soft, and her palms were warm. Youzhen could smell the fragrance emanating from her body—the fresh scent of shower gel mixed with her own natural body odor, and a faint, lingering scent of last night's sexual encounter.

“I…I thought it was a dream…” Yuma stammered.

“It wasn’t a dream.” Stardust leaned closer and gently kissed Yuzhen’s lips. It was a brief kiss, but it sent a shiver down Yuzhen’s spine. “Everything that happened last night was real. I took control of this body, used it to make amends to you, and… enjoyed it.”

As she spoke, her hand slid down to her breasts, gently kneading them through her silk nightgown. The fabric of the nightgown was very thin, and the shape of her breasts could be clearly seen deforming in her palms. Her nipples slowly hardened under the stimulation, pushing against the thin silk.

“This body is very interesting,” Stardust said softly, his voice carrying a certain excitement of exploration. “The human sensory system is far more complex than I imagined. Touch, taste, smell… and sexual pleasure.”

She released her grip and stood up. The hem of her nightgown only reached mid-thigh, revealing her long, slender, fair legs. Yuzhen noticed that there were still traces of last night on her knees and ankles—slight bruises, left from bumping into things while kneeling on the ground.

“It’s time to get up,” Stardust said. “I’ll go prepare breakfast. You wash up and then come downstairs.”

She turned and walked towards the door, but turned back halfway there.

“Oh, right,” she said with a smile, “I’m wearing new stockings today. Black ones, the kind you like.”

## Section 2: Mother's Breakfast

Twenty minutes later, Yuzhen finished washing up, changed into his school uniform, and went downstairs. He could smell the aroma coming from the kitchen while he was still on the stairs—the caramelized smell of fried eggs, the wheaty aroma of toasted bread, and the savory aroma of miso soup.

He walked into the kitchen and froze.

Stardust stood in front of the stove, already dressed in her school uniform: a dark blue suit jacket, a white shirt, and a red plaid pleated skirt. But what was most striking were her legs—those long, beautiful legs were now encased in brand-new black stockings, the nylon fibers gleaming delicately in the morning light, extending from her ankles into the hem of her skirt.

The pantyhose looked high-quality, thinner and more sheer than yesterday's pair, allowing a glimpse of the skin beneath. She wore black loafers with a gleaming polish.

She was frying eggs, her movements so practiced it was hard to believe it was her first time cooking. The fried eggs in the pan were golden brown and crispy, the yolks perfectly round and plump. Next to her, the toaster popped out two perfectly toasted slices of bread with a "ding."

"Sit down," Stardust said without turning his head. "It'll be ready soon."

Yuma sat down at the dining table. The tableware was already set—two white porcelain plates, two sets of knives and forks, and two bowls of miso soup. The tablecloth was a light blue checkered cloth, and it was very clean.

Stardust carried over two plates and placed them on the table. Each plate contained a perfectly poached egg, two slices of toast, and a small salad. She then turned and brought over a steaming bowl of miso soup, with tofu and seaweed floating in it.

"Try it." She sat down opposite Yuzhen, resting her chin on her hands and looking at him expectantly.

Yuma picked up his fork and cut off a piece of fried egg. The egg white was crispy, the yolk runny, and the texture was perfect. He then tasted the miso soup—it was perfectly seasoned and delicious, very similar to a certain flavor he remembered.

“This is…” He looked up at Stardust.

“It’s what your mother did,” Stardust said with a smile. “I found it in your memory. When you were little, your mother often made this kind of breakfast for you, right?”

Yuuma was stunned. Indeed, when he was little, before his parents went to work in Hokkaido, his mother would make this kind of breakfast every morning. The fried egg had to be fried until the edges were crispy, the toast had to be toasted until slightly charred, and the miso soup had tofu and seaweed...

He hadn't had breakfast like this in a long time.

“How…how did you know?” he asked.

“Last night,” Stardust said, her fingers tapping lightly on the table, “when we connected, I accessed a part of your memories. Not just the sexual pleasure from last night, but something deeper, something more personal.”

She paused, looking at Yuuma.

“I know your parents work in Hokkaido and only come back twice a year. I know you live alone in this house, cooking and cleaning by yourself every day. I know you are actually very lonely.”

Yuuma lowered his head, his eyes welling up with tears. He didn't want to admit it, but what Stardust said was true.

"Don't be sad," Stardust whispered, reaching out to take Yuu's hand. "Now you have me. I will take care of you, just like... just like you took care of me when I was injured."

Her hands were soft and warm. Yuma looked up at her.

Stardust smiled. It was a gentle smile, completely unlike any expression Sato Misaki would have.

"Eat quickly," she said, "it's getting cold."

Yuzhen nodded and began to eat his breakfast seriously. Every bite reminded him of his childhood, of the days when his mother was still by his side. He hadn't felt that warmth in a long time.

Stardust ate her own portion with elegant movements. She cut her toast into small pieces with a knife, put them in her mouth with a fork, and chewed with her lips tightly closed, making no sound. This was the dining etiquette of a young lady, a habit that Sato Misaki had cultivated since childhood.

But Yuu-chan knew that it wasn't Sato Misaki who was controlling this body now.

It's stardust.

An alien being is making him breakfast and eating with him in human form.

This realization gave him a strange sense of peace.

## Section 3: The Public Escort

After breakfast, the two went out together. Stardust carried a fancy leather backpack, while Yuzhen carried his ordinary canvas backpack. They walked side by side on the morning street, the sunlight casting long shadows of them.

It takes about twenty minutes to walk from Yuzhen's house to school. Yuzhen usually walks this route alone, head down, walking quickly, not wanting to attract any attention.

But today is different.

Today, Misaki Sato—one of the most eye-catching upperclassmen in the school—walked beside him, very close, so close that their arms occasionally touched.

Soon, they encountered their first classmate. It was a second-grade girl who was clearly stunned when she saw them, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

Stardust smiled and nodded in greeting. The girl hurriedly bowed in return, then quickly walked away, glancing back as she went.

Then came the second, the third… As they got closer to school, they encountered more and more classmates. Everyone who saw them would show a surprised expression, and then whisper among themselves.

"Isn't that Sato-senpai? Why is she walking with that first-year student?"

"What's their relationship? Are they relatives?"

"That can't be right. The Sato family is a prestigious family, but I heard that Fujiwara's parents are just ordinary salarymen..."

"Besides, didn't Sato-senpai always dislike him? I heard she even bullied him..."

The murmurs weren't loud, but they were enough for Yuuma to hear. His face grew increasingly red, his head lowered further, and his steps slowed.

"Don't worry about it," Stardust suddenly said, gently touching Yuzhen's hand. "Let them talk."

Yuzhen looked up and saw Stardust looking at him with a calm and firm gaze.

“Remember,” she whispered, her voice only audible to the two of them, “I am now in control of this body. I can go with whomever I want. What they say doesn’t matter.”

She paused, a smile playing on her lips.

"Besides, isn't this a good thing? It lets them all know that you're under my protection now. No one will dare to bully you anymore."

Yuuma paused for a moment, then understood what Stardust meant. She was declaring in this way that Fujiwara Yuuma was now someone Sato Misaki was protecting.

This is an open and undisguised form of protection.

They walked to the school gate. This was where the students were most concentrated, and almost everyone saw them. The murmurs grew louder, and some even took out their phones to secretly take pictures.

Stardust didn't care at all. She even put her arm around Yuuma's shoulder and pulled him closer to her. This intimate gesture caused a gasp.

“Let’s go,” Stardust said calmly. “I’ll take you to your classroom.”

She actually escorted Yuuma to the door of the first-grade classroom. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she stopped and turned to face Yuuma.

"Pay attention in class," she said, reaching out to straighten Yuu's collar. The gesture was as gentle as an older sister caring for her younger brother. "I'll come find you for lunch. On the rooftop, remember? The place where we first met."

Yuuma nodded. Of course he remembered—although it wasn't the first time he met Stardust, it was indeed the place where he and Sato Misaki first "officially" met. That day, Misaki cornered him on the rooftop and made him lick her shoes.

But now, the person standing in front of him is not that Misaki.

It's stardust.

“Go ahead,” Stardust said with a smile, then leaned in and gently kissed Yuuma’s cheek.

The kiss was light and brief, but in the quiet corridor, under everyone's gaze, it exploded like a bomb.

Exclamations, gasps, whispers.

Yu-chan's face instantly turned bright red. He hurriedly turned around and rushed into the classroom, not even daring to look back.

Stardust stood at the classroom door, watching Yuzhen's flustered retreating figure, and smiled. It was a satisfied smile, tinged with possessiveness.

Then she turned and left, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, her legs, encased in black pantyhose, gleaming alluringly under the corridor lights.

Wherever she went, everyone automatically made way for her; no one dared to block her path.

This is Sato Misaki's status at school.

And now, Stardust has inherited all of this.

## Section 4: The Toilet Rescue

The morning classes felt exceptionally long to Yuuma. He could feel the gazes from his classmates—curious, inquisitive, envious, and jealous. Everyone was speculating about his relationship with Sato Misaki.

During the break between classes, he decided to hide in the toilet.

The men's restroom was at the end of the first-floor corridor. When Yuma went in, it was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the urinals.

But just as he pulled down his zipper, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Three boys walked in. Yuma recognized them—they were second-year students who often followed Sato Misaki around, essentially her "sidekicks." The one in the lead was called Kenta; he was very tall and muscular, with a malicious smile on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Fujiwara?" Kenta said loudly, his voice echoing in the empty restroom. "I heard you were quite impressive today, going to school with Sato-senpai?"

Yuzhen didn't answer. He zipped up his pants and tried to leave.

But two other boys blocked the doorway.

"Don't rush off." Kenta walked over and shoved Yuuma. Yuuma stumbled backward, her back hitting the cubicle door. "We're curious, how did you manage to hook up with Sato-senpai? What methods did you use?"

“I didn’t…” Yuma said softly.

"No?" Kenta laughed. "Then why did Sato-senpai kiss you? Hmm? She's never even given a kind look to those of us who've been following her for a year."

He grabbed Yuuma's collar and lifted him up. Yuuma's feet were almost off the ground, and he was having difficulty breathing.

"Speak up." Kenta's face was very close, and you could smell the smoke on his breath. "What methods did you use? Or...did you catch your senior doing something wrong?"

Yuuma struggled, but Kenta was too strong, and he couldn't break free. The other two boys laughed and took out their phones to record.

Just then, the toilet door was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone turned their heads.

Misaki Sato stood at the door.

No, it's stardust.

She was wearing her school uniform, her dark blue blazer open, and the top two buttons of her white shirt undone, revealing her collarbone and cleavage. The pleated skirt was shockingly short, and her legs, encased in black pantyhose, gleamed delicately in the dim bathroom light. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"Let him go," she said, her voice low but carrying an undeniable command.

Kenta froze. He instinctively let go of her, and Yuuma fell to the ground, coughing.

"S-Sato-senpai..." Kenta stammered, "We just..."

"Just what?" Stardust walked in, her high heels clicking crisply on the tiled floor. She stood in front of Kenta, looking up at him—although Kenta was half a head taller than her, her presence completely overwhelmed him.

"Just my people?" Stardust continued, her finger lightly tapping Kenta's chest. "Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"

"I...I didn't know he was my senior's man..." Kenta hurriedly explained.

“Now you know,” Stardust said, then she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Kenta across the face.

The sound was loud and echoed in the bathroom. Kenta's face was turned to one side, and a red mark instantly appeared on his face.

The other two boys were so frightened that they took a step back.

"Get out," Stardust said, his voice icy. "If I see you touch him again, it won't be as simple as just a slap."

Kenta covered his face and fled the toilet in a panic with his two followers.

Stardust watched them leave, then turned around, squatted down, and looked at Yuuma sitting on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Her voice instantly softened, a stark contrast to her previous coldness.

Yuma shook her head, trying to stand up, but her legs felt weak.

Stardust reached out to support him and pulled him up. Her hand was steady and strong.

"I'm sorry," Yuma whispered, "I've caused you trouble again..."

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Stardust interrupted him, her hand gently stroking Yuujin’s cheek, which was slightly red from Kenta’s grip. “Protecting you is my responsibility. I said, from today onwards, no one can bully you anymore.”

She paused, looked at Yuzhen's still-shaken face, and suddenly smiled.

“However…” she said, a hint of seduction in her voice, “since I saved you, shouldn’t you… thank me?”

Yuma was taken aback for a moment: "Th-thank you?"

"Mm." Stardust nodded, her fingers sliding from Yuuma's cheek to his lips, pressing gently. "Thank me with your actions."

As she spoke, she pulled Yuzhen into a cubicle, closed the door, and locked it.

The cubicle was small, and the two of them were almost touching. Yuzhen could smell Stardust's fragrance—perfume—and the warmth of her body.

"S-senpai..." Yuzhen stammered, "This is the men's restroom..."

"So?" Stardust laughed, reaching out to unbuckle Yuuma's belt and unzip his jacket. "Isn't this more exciting?"

Her hand reached inside and grasped Yuzhen's penis. It was already semi-erect from the shock of the previous encounter and the stimulation of the present.

“Look,” Stardust said softly, her fingers gently stroking, “your body is very honest.”

She knelt down.

Her black pantyhose knees touched the dirty tiled floor of the bathroom—stained with water, dust, and grime of unknown origin. But she didn't care.

She looked up at Yuzhen, then opened her mouth and took his penis into her mouth.

Warm, moist, and firm.

Yuuma gasped. He leaned against the cubicle door, his hands unsure of what to do, and finally landed on Stardust's head. Her chestnut curls were soft, and the strands smelled of shampoo.

Stardust began to swallow and spit. Her technique was more skillful than last night; her tongue deftly licked every sensitive spot on the glans, her lips tightly enveloped the shaft, and her throat contracted rhythmically. With each deep throat, her nose pressed against Yuuma's lower abdomen, making it difficult to breathe, but she did not stop.

Yu-chan could hear sounds outside—classmates were going into the restroom, urinating, washing their hands, and chatting. Their voices were very close, as if they were right outside the stall doors.

This realization made him even more nervous, but also more excited. His penis swelled up inside Stardust's mouth, and clear pre-ejaculate seeped from the glans.

Stardust felt it and let out a satisfied groan. She swallowed even more vigorously, one hand holding onto Yuuma's thigh, the other reaching under her skirt.

Yuma heard a faint sound of water. He knew what she was doing—she was masturbating, stimulating her genitals with her fingers.

This sight excited him even more. He unconsciously tightened his grip on Stardust's hair, pressing her head even deeper.

Stardust made a **** sound, but didn't resist. Instead, her throat muscles tightened, providing even stronger stimulation to the penis. Her masturbation didn't stop either; her hands moved faster and faster under her skirt, the sounds of water becoming increasingly clear.

There are students chatting outside:

"I just saw Sato-senpai go into the men's room, is that true?"

"That can't be right, why would she come into the men's restroom?"

"I don't know, but I saw it with my own eyes..."

"Could they be looking for that first-year student? Weren't they here this morning..."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the cubicle, Stardust spat out his penis. Long strands of saliva stretched between her lips and Yuuma's wet glans. She was panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed.

“They’re right,” she said softly, her voice hoarse. “I came here to find you.”

She stood up, turned around, and braced her hands against the wall of the cubicle, sticking her buttocks out. This position caused her pleated skirt to slip completely down to her waist, revealing her buttocks encased in black pantyhose and the dark wet patch at the crotch of the pantyhose.

"Come in." She turned around, looking at Yuuma with a dreamy gaze. "Use this to thank me."

Yuuma could no longer hold back. He grabbed Stardust's buttocks with both hands, thrust his hips forward, and his penis slid inside.

Tight, moist, dirty.

This was Yuuma's first impression. Stardust's vagina was tight and moist inside, but the moisture had a distinctly sticky feel—it was the vaginal fluid she had secreted while masturbating, mixed with yesterday's residual semen, and the grime she had picked up in the dirty environment. The crotch of her black pantyhose was completely soaked, the nylon fibers becoming transparent, clinging tightly to her labia. When the penis was inserted, the soaked fabric was squeezed to one side, covered with the mixed bodily fluids.

Stardust let out a suppressed groan. Her forehead was pressed against the wall of the cubicle, a dirty white tile surface stained with yellow watermarks, black mold, and graffiti that looked like it had been written by someone. Her face was almost pressed against the grime, but she didn't seem to care.

"Ah... Yuma...it's so deep..." she gasped, her voice suppressed and trembling, "Harder...punish this bad woman harder...punish this senior who bullied you..."

Yuma began thrusting. Each thrust brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, the viscous liquid flowing down her inner thighs, leaving dark stains on her black pantyhose. The knees of the pantyhose were also stained with grime from the toilet floor—water stains, dust, and even a small patch of dried urine. The grime rubbed against Yuma's thighs with her movements, leaving dirty marks.

Two more students came in. They stood in front of the urinals and started chatting.

"I heard that Sato-senpai is really dating that freshman?"

"That's impossible. How could a rich girl like her fall for someone like that?"

"But many people saw it this morning; she even kissed him..."

"Maybe it's just for fun. Isn't Sato-senpai always known for having fun?"

Their voices were very close, right outside the cubicle door. Yuuma could hear every word clearly, which made him even more nervous. He clenched his teeth, trying hard not to make a sound, but his body movements involuntarily quickened.

Stardust sensed his tension, which only excited her more. She contracted her vaginal muscles, providing stronger stimulation to his penis, and whispered:

"They're right... I was just messing around with you... messing around with you, my cute little junior... umm..."

Her voice was soft, but loud enough for Yuuma to hear. Those words acted as a catalyst, making Yuuma's actions even more violent. He gripped Stardust's buttocks tightly with both hands, his fingers digging into the flesh encased in black pantyhose, deforming the expensive nylon fibers. The waistband of the pantyhose was pulled down further, revealing her pale back, now covered in dust from the wall.

The thrusting grew faster and faster. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the cramped cubicle, mingling with the gurgling of liquid. Stardust's semen increased, flowing down their thighs and dripping onto the dirty toilet floor. The floor was covered with puddles, cigarette butts, scraps of paper, and now their bodily fluids.

“Ah…I’m going to come…” Stardust suddenly trembled as she spoke, her body tensing and her back arching, “I’m going to climax…with this bad woman’s body…I’m climaxing because of your cock…”

Her vagina contracted violently, and a stream of warm liquid gushed from her urethra—it was squirting. The clear liquid splashed onto the cubicle door, flowing down the door and mixing with the existing grime.

The stimulation of the climax brought Yuuma to his limit. His waist convulsed violently, and his semen shot into the depths of Xingchen's vagina in spurts.

The ejaculation lasted a long time. Yuzhen could feel the semen filling her vagina, and some even overflowed from the point of contact, mixing with the fluid she had ejaculated during her orgasm, flowing down her thighs and leaving white, cloudy stains on her black pantyhose.

After the last drop of semen was ejaculated, Yuuma went limp, collapsing onto Xingchen's back, panting. His school uniform pants had slipped down to his ankles, and the hem of his shirt was soaked with sweat and dust from Xingchen's back. Xingchen was also trembling, her vagina still contracting rhythmically, as if squeezing out the last bit of semen.

It took them quite a while to calm down.

Stardust turned around and slid down against the wall. She looked disheveled—her face was covered in wall dust, her lips were smeared with a mixture of saliva and semen, and the collar of her white shirt was open, revealing her sweat-soaked cleavage. Her pleated skirt was bunched up at her waist, and the crotch of her black pantyhose was completely soaked, with dark stains spreading to her thighs, stained with white semen.

Worst of all, her legs were stained—the knees of her black pantyhose were covered in grime from the toilet floor, the grime seeping into the nylon fibers and forming dirty spots. There were also stains at her ankles, and her loafers were splattered with some unknown liquid.

But she looked at Yuuma and smiled.

It was a satisfied, sensual smile.

"Thank you for your thanks," she said softly, reaching up to touch her lower abdomen, which was slightly swollen from being filled with semen. "I'm very satisfied."

Yuzhen was still in a daze after ejaculating. Looking at Xingchen's disheveled appearance, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." he whispered, "I got your clothes dirty..."

"Dirty?" Stardust laughed, looking down at herself, "Is this what you call dirty?"

She reached down and grabbed a handful of something—dust, scraps of paper, or something else—from the ground and smeared it on her chest. The filth clung to her fair skin, mixed with sweat and semen.

“That’s what you call dirty,” she said, her eyes filled with a kind of fanaticism. “Let this young lady’s body be covered with the filthiest things. Let her be defiled inside and out.”

She grabbed some more dirt and smeared it on her face. The dust clung to her delicate makeup, making her look like a homeless person.

Yuuma was stunned. He didn't know what to say.

Stardust looked at him and suddenly smiled again. This time, the smile was much gentler.

"Did I scare you?" she asked, gently stroking Yuzhen's face. "Don't worry, I'm just... enjoying the process. Enjoying the process of this noble body being defiled."

She paused, looking at Yuuma.

"Besides, don't you think this is funny? Sato Misaki, the most arrogant young lady in the school, is now kneeling on the dirty floor of the men's restroom, covered in semen and filth, her vagina filled with the semen of the junior she used to bully. Isn't this a beautiful sight?"

Yu didn't know how to answer. He did find it...exciting. But at the same time, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

Stardust seemed to read his mind. She leaned in and gently kissed Yuuma's lips. The kiss carried the scent of semen and dust.

“Don’t overthink it,” she said. “Now, let me help you clean up.”

She stood up and took out wet wipes from her schoolbag—it was Sato Misaki's schoolbag, which was full of the young lady's belongings: high-end cosmetics, perfumes, and these individually packaged wet wipes.

She started by cleaning Yu-chan. She carefully wiped his penis with a wet wipe, removing the semen, saliva, and dirt. Then she wiped his thighs and lower abdomen, cleaning away any bodily fluids and dust.

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she were handling some precious treasure.

After cleaning Yuma, she began to clean herself. But she cleaned herself very casually—she only wiped her face and hands with a wet wipe, and she hardly touched the dirt and semen on her body.

“Let it be,” she said, looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. “Let these marks remain. This is a gift you gave me, isn’t it?”

She put on her pants, zipped them up, and straightened her shirt. But the dirt and semen stains were still obvious—there were semen spots on the shirt collar, dust stains on the hem of her skirt, and her black pantyhose were covered with various marks.

"Let's go," Stardust said, opening the cubicle door. "It's time to go back to class."

They came out of the restroom. Several classmates in the hallway were stunned when they saw them—especially when they saw Stardust's disheveled appearance.

But Stardust didn't care at all. She even reached out and put her arm around Yuuma's shoulder, pulling him closer to her.

"What are you looking at?" she said coldly, her gaze sweeping over the students. They immediately lowered their heads and quickly walked away.

She escorted Yuuma back to the classroom door. Before going inside, she leaned close to Yuuma's ear and whispered:

"Come find me in the equipment room after your afternoon PE class. I have a surprise for you."

She paused, then added:

"Guess what the surprise is?"

Then she smiled, turned and left. Her legs, encased in black pantyhose, moved with elegant steps down the corridor, and despite being covered in grime, she walked with the air of a queen.

Yuzhen stood at the classroom door, watching her departing figure, her heart pounding.

Afternoon PE class... equipment room...

He's already starting to look forward to it.