Chapter Four: Possession and Peeping

## First Lesson: Care During Physical Education Class

At 2 p.m. sharp, the bell rang for physical education class.

Yuzhen changed into his sportswear—a white short-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue athletic shorts, revealing his slightly slender calves. He followed his class to the playground; the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and he squinted.

Then he saw her.

Stardust—or rather, Misaki Sato in her gym uniform—stood at the edge of the playground. She had changed into her school uniform; a white short-sleeved T-shirt clung tightly to her upper body, outlining the curves of her full breasts, and her dark blue athletic shorts were shockingly short, revealing her long, fair legs. She wasn't wearing pantyhose; her legs were completely bare, gleaming healthily in the sunlight.

But what's most eye-catching are her white athletic socks—not ordinary socks, but the kind that only reaches her ankles, with blue stripes at the top. The socks are spotless, dazzlingly white, and perfectly complement her white sneakers.

She was instructing the second-grade students on warm-up activities, but her gaze kept drifting towards Yuma.

The physical education teacher was a middle-aged man. He was clearly stunned when he saw Stardust, and then quickly walked over.

"Sato-kun, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be..."

“I applied to be a teaching assistant for PE class,” Stardust said with a smile, her voice clear and melodious. “Teacher, haven’t you always said you needed help? I happen to be free today.”

The PE teacher hesitated for a moment, but when faced with Sato Misaki—the school's daughter from a prominent family—he finally nodded.

"Then... I'll have to trouble you."

“No trouble at all,” Stardust said, her gaze drifting back to Yuuma. “I’d be happy to help.”

The warm-up activities began. Stardust walked to Yuzhen's classroom area and started demonstrating the stretching exercises. Her movements were standard and graceful, and each stretch fully demonstrated the flexibility of her body.

“Everyone, follow me,” she said, her voice carrying to everyone’s ears, “First, neck stretch…”

She demonstrated the movements, but Yuzhen noticed that each of her poses was carefully designed—when she bent over, the waistband of her athletic shorts slipped down slightly, revealing a small patch of fair skin on her lower back; when she lifted her leg, the shorts leg tucked up, revealing more skin at the base of her thigh; when she stretched her arms, the hem of her T-shirt was pulled up, revealing a section of her flat stomach.

Moreover, her gaze never left Yuuma.

Whenever Yu-zhen looked at her, she would smile at him slightly, a smile that carried a clear hint. Sometimes she would deliberately linger in front of him longer, so that he could clearly see every detail of her body—the faintly protruding nipples under her T-shirt, the shadows on the inner thighs of her fair skin under her shorts, and her slender ankles encased in athletic socks.

“Next is the leg stretch,” Stardust said, sitting on the ground with her legs wide apart, forming an angle of nearly 180 degrees. This position completely exposed the crotch of her athletic shorts, and although there was fabric in the way, the outline of that area was clearly visible.

She bent forward, her chest almost touching the ground. The neckline of her T-shirt opened because of this movement, and from Yuzhen's angle, one could see her black sports bra underneath, as well as the exposed flesh of her breasts at the edge of the bra.

“Like this, keep moving forward as much as possible…” she said, her gaze fixed on Yuuma.

Yuu's face turned red. He lowered his head, pretending to be serious while performing the movements, but his heart was beating faster and faster.

After the warm-up activities, we practiced in groups. Today's topic was volleyball.

Stardust offered to mentor the first-year students. She went to Yuuma's group and began explaining serving techniques.

"The key to serving is the height of the ball toss and the timing of the hit," she said, picking up a volleyball. "Watch closely."

She walked to the service line and gently tossed the volleyball up. As the ball reached its highest point in the air, she jumped and struck it with her right hand. The movement was fluid and powerful, and the volleyball drew a beautiful arc, landing accurately on the opponent's court.

But during this process, her athletic shorts rode up quite a bit due to the jump. Yuma could clearly see that her thighs were almost completely exposed, with the shorts legs riding up to her upper thighs, revealing the lower edge of her fair buttocks. Moreover, she wasn't wearing safety shorts—or rather, the safety shorts she was wearing were the same dark blue color as her athletic shorts, so it looked like she wasn't wearing any.

As she landed, her legs were slightly apart, a position that made the crotch of her shorts more visible. The fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining the contours of her genitals.

"Did you understand?" Stardust turned around and looked at Yuzuru. Her cheeks were flushed from exercise, her chest was rising and falling slightly, and her T-shirt was soaked with sweat, sticking to her chest and making the shape of her breasts more obvious.

“I...I understand…” Yuma stammered.

"Then you give it a try." Xingchen walked to his side and handed him the volleyball. As she passed it, her fingers deliberately brushed against Youzhen's palm, bringing a tingling sensation.

Yuma walked to the service line and imitated Stardust's movements, tossing and hitting the ball. But his movements were clumsy, and the ball flew very far off course.

“No.” Stardust walked over and stood behind him. “Your posture is wrong.”

She pressed herself against him from behind, her chest against his back. Yuma could feel the soft touch of her breasts and the warmth of her body. Her hands grasped Yuma's wrists from behind, guiding his movements.

"Throw the ball higher," she whispered in Yuzhen's ear, her breath brushing against his earlobe. "When you hit the ball, use the power of your waist, not just your arms."

Her body swayed gently as she explained, her breasts rubbing against Yuzhen's back. The T-shirt was thin, and Yuzhen could clearly feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts, and even the hardness of her nipples.

“Like this…” Stardust said, taking Yuuma’s hand and making a full serve motion. During this process, her lower body was pressed tightly against Yuuma’s buttocks, the fabric of her athletic shorts rubbing against his athletic shorts.

Yuuma's penis slowly became erect inside his shorts. He tried to pull away, but Stardust clung to him, preventing him from leaving.

"Can you feel it?" Stardust whispered in his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "The correct way to exert ****."

Her lips almost touched Yu-chan's ear, and her warm breath made him tremble all over.

"S-senpai..." Yuzhen whispered, "Everyone's watching..."

“Let them see,” Stardust chuckled. “They’ll only think I’m seriously instructing you. They won’t know… what I’m doing to you.”

Her hand slid from Yuuma's wrist to his waist, gently pressing on his lower abdomen. That spot was very close to his penis, and although there were two layers of fabric in between, the pressure still made Yuuma gasp.

"Focus," Stardust said, his voice returning to normal volume. "Let's do it again."

She took a step back, but her gaze remained fixed on Yuuma. Her eyes were filled with possessiveness and lust, making Yuuma both afraid and excited.

During the subsequent practice sessions, Stardust always found opportunities to get close to Yuuma. Sometimes it was to correct his posture, sometimes to hand him water, and sometimes simply to walk past him, deliberately brushing against him with her body.

Every touch made Yuuma's heart race, his penis remaining semi-erect inside his shorts. The fabric of the athletic shorts was thin, and he worried that others would notice, but Stardust seemed to enjoy the dangerous feeling.

Halfway through the physical education class, Stardust announced that she would demonstrate a spiking technique. She needed someone to help her hold the ball.

"Fujiwara-san," she called on Yuuma, "you come and catch the ball."

Yuuma hesitated for a moment, but still walked to the net. Stardust stood behind the attack line, watching him intently.

“Lift it up a bit,” she said.

Yuma lifted the ball. Stardust took a running start and jumped, her body stretching out in the air. Her movements were graceful and powerful, like a bird spreading its wings.

But at the moment she hit the ball at its highest point, Yuma saw it—because of the jump, the waistband of her athletic shorts had slipped down, revealing a small patch of skin below her abdomen. Moreover, he clearly saw that she wasn't wearing any safety shorts underneath.

Or rather, she was wearing very thin, very small underwear, dark blue, almost blending into her athletic shorts. But the style of those underwear... was extremely revealing, consisting of only a narrow strip of fabric that barely covered her vital parts.

As the stardust landed, she turned to look at Yuuma, a smile playing on her lips. That smile seemed to say: "See? I showed it especially to you."

Yu's face turned even redder. He lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

The last ten minutes of physical education class were free time. Most students sat under the shade of trees to rest, and Yuzhen also found a corner to sit down.

Stardust walked over and sat down next to him. The two sat very close, shoulder to shoulder.

"Are you tired?" Stardust asked softly.

“Yes, a little…” Yuma said.

Stardust took a white handkerchief from her pocket—with delicate embroidery along the edges. She reached out and used the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Yuuma's forehead.

The gesture was intimate and attracted the attention of some classmates. But Stardust didn't care at all; she wiped her face carefully, from her forehead to her cheeks and then to her neck.

“You’re sweating a lot,” she said softly, her fingers lingering on Yuuma’s neck, gently pressing on the artery there. Yuuma could feel the pulse beating at her fingertips.

"S-senpai..." Yuzhen tried to dodge.

"Don't move," Stardust said, her fingers sliding down to Yuu's collarbone. "There's sweat here too."

Her handkerchief brushed against Yu-chan's collarbone, then continued downwards to her chest. The neckline of her T-shirt was pulled open, and the handkerchief was slipped inside to wipe the sweat from her chest.

Yuuma's body stiffened. He could feel the soft fabric of the handkerchief rubbing against his chest, and he could feel Stardust's fingers occasionally brushing against his skin. To make matters worse, his nipples hardened from the stimulation, pushing against the fabric of his T-shirt.

Stardust noticed. Her fingers lingered on Yuuma's nipple, gently pressing it through his T-shirt.

"It's wet here too," she said softly, a smile in her voice.

Yuma gritted his teeth, trying hard not to make a sound. But his body betrayed him—his penis was fully erect inside his shorts, forming a noticeable bulge.

Stardust glanced down and saw the protrusion. She smiled, a smile of satisfaction.

“You seem to have a lot of energy,” she said, taking back the handkerchief. “But it’s okay, I’ll help you with that in a bit.”

She stood up and dusted off her skirt.

"Come find me in the equipment room after class," she said, her voice returning to normal volume. "I have some sports equipment that needs organizing, and I need some help."

Then she turned and left, her feet, encased in white athletic socks, leaving faint footprints on the playground.

Yuzhen sat there, her heart pounding like a drum.

He knew what was going to happen.

He knew he couldn't refuse.

## Section 2: The Secret of the Equipment Room

When the bell rang, Yuzhen was almost the last to leave the playground. He deliberately lingered for a while, waiting until most of the students had left before heading towards the equipment room.

The equipment room is in a separate small building behind the teaching building, and it is rarely visited. The door was ajar, and the lights were off inside.

Yuma pushed open the door and went inside.

It was dark inside, with only a little light coming in from the high windows. The air was thick with the smell of dust and rubber—volleyballs, basketballs, mats, and various sports equipment were piled on the shelves, some covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Close the door."

Stardust's voice came from the corner. Yuma turned around and closed the door, the lock clicking softly.

As her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Yuuma saw Stardust. She was leaning against a pile of cushions, having changed back into her school uniform—a dark blue blazer, a white shirt, and a red plaid pleated skirt. But her legs were still bare, without pantyhose.

“Come here,” Stardust said, his voice echoing in the empty equipment room.

Yuzhen walked over. The closer he got, the clearer he could see Xingchen's appearance—her school uniform was worn casually, her blazer was open, and three buttons of her white shirt were undone, revealing a black bra and a deep cleavage. The zipper of her pleated skirt was not zipped up properly, revealing one side of her fair buttocks.

"S-senpai..." Yuzhen began, but was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

Stardust reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him closer, and then kissed him.

The kiss was intense, tinged with possessiveness. Stardust's tongue pried open Yuuma's teeth, probing into his mouth and licking every inch of his mucous membrane. Yuuma could taste the flavors in her mouth—mint-flavored chewing gum, and a faint, subtle, feminine sweetness.

Her hands weren't idle either. One hand grabbed Yu-chan's head from behind, pressing his head towards her to deepen the kiss; the other hand reached down to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper.

"Mmm..." Yuma mumbled, but Stardust's kiss was too intense for him to speak.

Stardust slipped her hand inside his underwear and grasped his already erect penis. Her palm was warm, and her fingers deftly stroked it, leaving no part untouched, from the base to the glans.

"Ah..." Yuma finally broke free from the kiss, panting, "S-senpai...it's not safe here..."

“It’s the insecurity that’s exciting.” Stardust chuckled, her fingers swirling around the glans and pressing on the urethral opening. “Besides, haven’t you been looking forward to this? In gym class… I saw it, you were hard the whole time.”

She increased the pressure with her fingers, and Yuzhen couldn't help but groan.

"Keep your voice down," Stardust said, but her voice carried a clear hint of excitement. "Even though nobody usually comes here, what if someone happens to pass by?"

As she spoke, she began unbuttoning her shirt with her other hand. One, two, three… Soon, the shirt was completely open, revealing her black bra in the dim light. The bra was made of lace, semi-transparent, revealing the shape of her breasts and pink nipples.

Stardust released Yuuma's penis, then grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest.

“Touch me,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Use your hands…to feel this body.”

Yuuma's hands trembled as he caressed Xingchen's breasts through her bra. The breasts were soft and elastic, deforming in his palms. The nipples were hard, pushing against the lace fabric, forming distinct small dots.

Stardust let out a satisfied sigh. She guided Yuzhen's hands, urging him to knead them more forcefully.

"Harder..." she gasped, "This body...really likes to be treated roughly..."

Yuuma did as he was told. He kneaded Stardust's breasts forcefully, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The lace fabric of the bra rubbed against his palms, bringing a slight ticklish sensation.

Stardust's breathing grew more and more rapid. She released Yuuma's hand and began to take off her skirt. The zipper of the pleated skirt was fully unzipped, and the skirt slid to the ground, revealing black panties—a very small thong, with only a narrow strip of fabric passing between her legs, completely exposing her buttocks.

“Look…” Stardust said, turning around with his back to Yuzuru, bending over, and placing his hands on a cushion, “This is a surprise specially prepared for you…”

Her buttocks were high and rounded, the thin strap of her thong almost invisible, nestled in the cleft of her hips. The curves of her buttocks were perfect, and her fair skin gleamed alluringly in the dim light. Moreover, Yuzhen could see traces of the morning's events still lingering on her buttocks and inner thighs—faint red marks left by his forceful grip in the bathroom.

“Come in…” Stardust turned around, looking at Yuuma with a dreamy gaze, “Use this… I prepared it especially for you…”

Yuuma could no longer restrain himself. He pulled down his pants, his penis fully erect, clear pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans. He walked behind Stardust, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and thrust his hips forward—

"Ah!" Stardust let out a short scream.

The penis was inserted into her anus.

It's not the vagina, it's the anus.

This realization stunned Yuuma. He could feel the tightness there—tighter and hotter than the vagina, and without any lubrication. Insertion was difficult; he could feel the resistance of the sphincter muscles, but Stardust didn't stop.

“Continue…” Stardust gasped, his voice trembling with pain, “All of it… come in…”

Yuma exerted ****, and his penis was fully inserted deep into her anus. It was incredibly tight there; the folds of the inner walls gripped his penis tightly, and every slight movement brought an intense friction sensation.

"Ah... haa..." Stardust's forehead rested on the mat, her body trembling slightly. "So... so full..."

Yuma began thrusting. At first, it was slow and careful, because the lack of lubrication made each entry and exit difficult. But soon, he felt some moisture—not vaginal fluid, but intestinal fluid secreted from deep within his intestines, providing some lubrication.

The thrusting became smoother. Yuuma increased the speed, gripping Stardust's buttocks tightly with both hands, her fingers digging into the white flesh. Each impact produced a dull thud of flesh colliding, echoing in the empty equipment room.

Stardust's groans grew louder. She seemed to have adapted to the pain and begun to enjoy the stimulation.

"Ah... Yuma... so deep..." she gasped, her voice broken, "My... my anus... is filled by you..."

Her hands gripped the mat tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her hips arched back to meet Yuzhen's thrusts, making each entry deeper.

Yuzhen could feel the tightness and warmth of her intestines, the rhythmic contractions of her intestinal walls, and the mixing of pre-ejaculate and intestinal fluid, making passage smoother. This experience was unfamiliar, taboo, but also... very stimulating.

He quickened his pace, his movements becoming increasingly rough. The sounds in the equipment room grew louder—the sounds of flesh colliding, panting, groans, and the creaking of the mats being squeezed.

"Ah...I'm coming..." Stardust suddenly trembled as she spoke, her body tensing and her back arching. "I'm...I'm going to climax...from behind...ahhh!"

Her anus contracted violently, and a stream of warm liquid gushed from her urethra—it was squirting. The clear liquid splashed onto the mat, was quickly absorbed, and left dark water stains.

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

Ejaculation lasted a long time. Yuma could feel the semen filling her intestines, and some even overflowed from the point of union, mixing with intestinal fluid and flowing down her thighs.

After the last drop of semen was ejaculated, Yuzhen went limp and lay panting on Stardust's back.

Stardust trembled all over, his anus still contracting rhythmically, as if trying to extract the last bit of semen.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Stardust's body suddenly convulsed violently, not from the afterglow of an orgasm, but from some more intense, uncontrollable spasm. A strange sound came from her throat—not a human groan, but a sticky, wet sound.

"Uh...ah..." Her voice changed, becoming indistinct, as if her mouth was full of something.

Yuuma looked up and saw a scene that shocked him.

Stardust's mouth was wide open, from which a grayish-white substance poured out—not a human tongue, but some kind of viscous, translucent substance with fine lines on its surface. The substance flowed out of her mouth, covering her tongue, teeth, palate, and even overflowing from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin.

At the same time, long, thin tentacles—silver-gray, translucent, and covered in mucus—extended from her ears, swaying as her body trembled.

A large amount of clear mucus seeped from her mouth, nose, and ear canals, dripping onto the ground and forming a small puddle of viscous liquid.

This is Stardust's true form—the alien being—briefly manifesting itself at the peak of its sexual climax.

“Yu…Makoto…” Stardust’s voice came from within the grayish-white tissue, muffled but still recognizable, “I…I’m sorry…the control…is unstable…”

Her body was still convulsing, and more grayish-white tissue gushed from her mouth, almost completely covering her face. Tentacles extended further from her ears, flailing limply in the air.

“I…will…adjust…” Stardust said haltingly, “In the future…this kind of…mistake will…not…happens again…”

As she spoke, the grayish-white tissue began to slowly retract into her mouth. The tentacles also retracted into her ears. The oozing mucus gradually decreased.

About a minute later, Stardust's body stopped convulsing. She knelt on the ground, panting, the strange phenomena completely gone. Her mouth returned to normal, and her ears returned to normal as well. Only the sticky fluid dripping onto the ground proved that what had just happened was not a hallucination.

“I’m sorry…” Stardust’s voice returned to normal, but it was very weak, “During orgasm… the connection between consciousness and body becomes unstable… and the physical body sometimes… manifests…”

She slowly stood up, her legs still trembling. White semen mixed with intestinal fluid slowly flowed from her anus, sliding down her inner thighs and leaving sticky marks on her fair skin. The liquid dripped onto the dirty cement floor of the equipment room, mixing with dust and the previously dripped clear viscous fluid to form a small puddle of murky liquid.

Stardust looked down at her disheveled state—her school uniform shirt was open, her black bra askew, revealing half of her breast with dust clinging to her nipple. Her pleated skirt was bunched up at her ankles, her thong was pulled to one side, and her buttocks and thighs were covered in semen, intestinal fluid, and grime from the ground. On her legs, the white, cloudy fluid from her anus was trickling down her skin, some reaching behind her knees and accumulating in the backs of her knees.

"This is... terrible," she said softly, but there was little annoyance in her voice; instead, there was a strange sense of satisfaction.

She bent down to pick up the skirt from the ground, but instead of putting it on immediately, she used the hem to wipe the dirt off her thighs. The expensive red plaid pleated skirt fabric was immediately stained with whitish semen and gray dust. The stains were not obvious on the dark plaid, but a closer look revealed that the once clean and tidy hem was now sticky and dirty, with a small patch of black grime stuck to the edge—it could be machine oil or mold.

Yuuma slowly stood up, his penis still semi-erect, covered in intestinal fluid and semen from Stardust's anus, mixed with some dark red traces—blood from the slight tear during anal sex. The viscous liquid was dripping down the shaft, onto his athletic shorts, leaving dark spots on the dark blue fabric.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Yuzhen said softly, looking at Xingchen's disheveled appearance, "I...I used too much ****..."

“No need to apologize.” Stardust turned to face him. A blush from her orgasm still lingered on her face, and a trace of clear saliva remained at the corner of her mouth—the dried fluid from when her true form manifested. “I really like… this feeling of being treated roughly.”

She approached Yuuma and reached out to grasp his filthy penis. Her fingers gently stroked it, spreading the mixed fluid evenly across the shaft.

“Look…” she said softly, raising her hand to show Yuzhen her fingers—the tips were covered in white semen, clear intestinal fluid, dark red blood streaks, and some gray dust. “These… are all from you. The marks you left in this young lady’s body…”

She put her finger in her mouth and slowly sucked on it. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was focused, as if she were savoring something delicious.

"Mmm..." she hummed contentedly, "Your scent... mixed with the scent inside this body... and the scent of dust... it's complex... very interesting..."

As Yuma watched this scene, his penis slowly became erect again in her hand.

Stardust sensed it and smiled. She let go and began to dress. But her dressing style was very casual—the shirt was only buttoned up haphazardly at the top two buttons, revealing a large area of ​​her chest and abdomen; the bra was not adjusted, and one of the shoulder straps had slipped down to her arm; although the skirt was zipped up, the zipper was not fully closed, and the side opening revealed a small part of her buttocks.

Worst of all were her legs—instead of wiping away the grime, she let the semen and intestinal fluids dry slowly on her skin, forming a thin, translucent film. In some places, dust and tiny fibers clung to the liquid, making her legs look like they hadn't been washed in ages.

“Let’s go,” Stardust said, walking to the door. “It’s time to go back.”

She opened the door, and the afternoon sun streamed in, illuminating the grime on her body. In the sunlight, the marks were even more pronounced—spots of semen on her shirt collar, dust stains on her skirt, and dried fluid on her legs gleaming unnaturally.

Yuma hurriedly put on her pants, but the athletic shorts were already stained, with several obvious dark spots on the dark blue fabric.

They walked out of the equipment room. It was deserted; only the faint sounds of noise from the distant teaching building could be heard.

Stardust naturally reached out and put his arm around Yuuma's shoulder, just like in gym class. But this time, her body was pressed tightly against him, and he could feel the softness of her breasts under her shirt, as well as the rough texture of the dried fluid on her legs.

“I’ll take you home,” Stardust said.

## Section 3: Rejection at the Doorstep and Ayako Suzuki's Care

On their way home, the two walked slowly. Stardust seemed to enjoy this public intimacy; her hand remained on Yuuma's shoulder, her body pressed close to his. They encountered several classmates along the way, all showing surprised expressions, but no one dared to say anything—Sato Misaki's authority remained, even though she looked somewhat disheveled.

Yuzhen could smell Stardust's scent—sweat, semen, and a faint, sweet, fishy smell reminiscent of a woman's genitals. These scents blended together to create a unique aroma that both filled him with shame and excitement.

He could see the marks on Stardust's legs—the dried semen and intestinal fluid glistened in the sunlight, and in some places, thin white scabs had formed. Her socks were also stained; the white athletic socks had gray dust around the ankles, and there was even a small black stain on the sole, probably from stepping on something dirty.

“Yuzhen,” Stardust suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.

"Um?"

“I want to… live with you,” she said, turning to look at him, “not as Misaki Sato, but as Stardust. I want to be by your side every night, taking care of you and protecting you.”

Yuuma was stunned. He stopped and looked at Stardust.

Stardust's expression was serious, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

“I…I can’t…” Yuma whispered, “You…you’re Sato-senpai now…if you don’t go home, her family will worry…and if you keep staying with me, people will get suspicious…”

“I can handle it,” Stardust said. “I can mimic her behavior, I can deal with her family. As for others… let them have their doubts. I don’t care.”

“But I care,” Yuma said, her voice trembling slightly. “If someone finds out… if someone knows you’re not the real Sato-senpai… you’ll be in danger. And… and I also need some… my own space.”

Stardust fell silent. Her eyes dimmed slightly, but quickly brightened again.

“I understand,” she said, her voice still gentle. “You’re right. I still need this identity. And… you also need time to adjust to all of this.”

She leaned in and gently kissed Yu-chan's lips. The kiss was brief, but tender.

“But promise me,” she said, cupping Yu-chan’s face in her hands, “that if anything happens, you must call me. Anytime, anywhere, I will come to your side immediately.”

Yuma nodded: "I promise you."

“Okay.” Stardust smiled, but there was a hint of disappointment in that smile. “Then I’ll see you to the door.”

They continued walking and soon arrived at Yuzhen's house. It was a small two-story house that looked quite old, but it was well-maintained. There was a small garden in front of the house with some flowers and plants, but it was clear that no one had taken good care of it for a long time.

Stardust stood at the door, looking at the house with a complicated expression.

“You live here all by yourself…you must be very lonely,” she said softly.

“I’m used to it,” Yuzhen said, taking out her keys.

“I won’t let you be alone for long,” Stardust said, suddenly hugging Yuzhen tightly. “Once I fully understand this identity, once I’ve sorted everything out… I will definitely come to be with you. I promise.”

Yuzhen could feel her body trembling slightly, the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt, and the mixed scents emanating from her. He reached out and hugged her, gently patting her back.

"Okay," he said. "I'll wait for you."

Stardust released him and took a step back. Her eyes were a little moist, but she was smiling.

"I'm off then," she said. "Remember to call."

Yuma nodded.

Stardust turned and left. She walked slowly, turning back every few steps, until she turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

Yuzhen stood at the door, watching the direction she had disappeared in, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. There was relief, ****, and a touch of... guilt.

He sighed and turned to open the door.

But just then, a gentle and familiar voice came from the side.

"Yuma-kun?"

Yuma turned her head and saw her next-door neighbor—Ayako Suzuki.

Aunt Ayako was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, a gentle housewife. She wore a beige knitted cardigan and a dark blue long skirt, her hair loosely tied in a bun at the back of her head, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. In her hand, she carried a bamboo basket filled with fresh vegetables and some food wrapped in plastic wrap.

What's most striking is her attire—though simply loungewear, the tailored fit accentuates the full curves of a mature woman. The V-neck of the knitted cardigan reveals her fair neck and collarbone, while the hem of the long skirt sways gently with her steps. She wears light brown flats, revealing her ankles clad in nude stockings.

"Aunt Ayako..." Yuma greeted softly, subconsciously straightening her disheveled clothes.

Ayako approached, her gaze lingering on Yuuma, her brow furrowing slightly. She noticed the unnatural dark spots on Yuuma's athletic shorts—though dried, the outlines of the stains were still visible against the dark blue fabric. She also noticed the crooked collar of Yuuma's T-shirt and the lingering flush on his face.

"Did you just get out of school?" Ayako asked softly, her voice filled with concern. "Did your clothes get dirty during gym class?"

"Ah...yes..." Yuuma nodded hurriedly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, "I fell down while playing volleyball..."

Ayako didn't press the matter, but her gaze softened even more. She walked up to Yuuma, gently straightened his collar with a natural and tender gesture, like a mother treating her child.

“Living alone must be tough,” she said softly, brushing a speck of dust from Yuuma’s shoulder with her fingers. “Are your parents… still working in Hokkaido?”

Yuma nodded, her throat tightening slightly: "Um...they're very busy with work, they won't be back until the end of the year..."

“I know.” Ayako sighed, her fingers lingering on Yuuma’s shoulder, gently pressing it. “I often see you coming home very late at night and leaving very early in the morning. And…”

She paused, her gaze falling on Yuzhen's slightly gaunt face.

"Have you been eating instant noodles a lot lately?" Her voice was reproachful, but even more so, it was full of concern. "Didn't I tell you last time? It's bad for your health."

Yuu blushed. Aunt Ayako was right—instant noodles had indeed become his staple food since his parents went to Hokkaido. Cheap, convenient, and requiring little cooking skill.

"I'm sorry..." he said softly.

"No need to apologize." Ayako smiled, a warm and understanding smile. She opened the bamboo basket in her hand and took out several lunch boxes carefully wrapped in plastic wrap.

"This is what I made today, there's a bit too much," she said, handing the lunchbox to Yuzhen. "This is stewed beef, I stewed it for a long time, it's very tender. This is a vegetable salad, and there's rice. You can heat it up when you get home and eat it."

Yu-chan froze. He stared at the lunchboxes—the colors of the food were visible beneath the plastic wrap: the dark brown of the stewed beef, the bright green of the vegetables, and the pure white of the rice. The lunchboxes were still warm; he could feel the warmth of the food inside seeping through the plastic wrap into his palm.

"And this too." Ayako took another paper bag from the basket. "These are apples and oranges. Remember to eat some fruit every day. Vitamins are important."

Yuzhen took the lunchbox and paper bag, his fingers trembling slightly. He could smell the aroma wafting from the gaps in the lunchbox—the rich aroma of stewed meat, the freshness of vegetables, and the sweetness of rice. It was the smell of home, a smell he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Thank you, Aunt Ayako..." His voice choked with emotion.

"You're welcome." Ayako reached out and gently patted Yuuma's head. Her palm was warm and soft, with a faint scent of hand cream. "You're like my child. My son... if he were still alive, he would be about your age."

Her voice was soft, but Yuuma heard it. He knew Aunt Ayako's story—her son had died in an accident five years ago, and her husband had left her afterward. Now she lived alone in that house, doing housework every day and occasionally doing some handicrafts to supplement her income.

“If you need any help in the future, feel free to come to me anytime,” Ayako said, her fingers sliding from Yuuma’s hair to his cheek, gently stroking him. “I’m home every day. Don’t be shy, okay?”

Yuuma nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. He could see the tenderness in Aunt Ayako's eyes, a pure, unadulterated care. Compared to her, Stardust's possessiveness and lust seemed so...complex, so heavy.

"Alright, go inside now." Ayako withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "Remember to eat properly and don't eat instant noodles anymore. If you need more, come to my house anytime, I have plenty more."

"Yes." Yuzhen nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Auntie."

Ayako smiled again, then turned and walked towards her house. She opened the door, went inside, and waved to Yuuma before closing it.

Yuma stood at the door, watching Aunt Ayako's door close, a complex warmth welling up in her heart.

He looked down at the lunchbox and paper bag in his hand, then at his dirty clothes, and suddenly felt a strong contrast—on one side was warm and pure care, on the other side was filthy and complicated lust; on one side was maternal tenderness, on the other side was the burning desire for possession.

He shook his head, dismissing those thoughts, and took out his keys to open the door.

But in the shadows of the street corner, Stardust did not leave.

She stood there, watching everything that had just happened.

She saw Ayako Suzuki approach Yuuma, saw her gentle smile, saw her hand Yuuma food, saw her stroke Yuuma's head, and saw the pure, maternal care in her eyes.

She also saw Yu-chan's reaction—that shyness, that gratitude, that...longing for warmth and care.

Stardust's face slowly darkened.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, causing a slight stinging sensation. But she felt no pain; she only felt a powerful, almost overwhelming emotion.

envy.

anger.

Possessiveness.

And... a deeper emotion that even she herself didn't quite understand.

She watched Ayako's door close, watched Yuma walk into her own house, and watched the door slowly close.

Then she laughed.

It was a cold, emotionless smile.

“Yuuma…” she whispered, her voice barely audible on the quiet street, “you are mine.”

She turned and left, her steps light but firm.

Instead of going back to Misaki Sato's house, she headed in another direction.

She needs to think.

A plan is needed.

Because now, a new variable has emerged.

A variable that could threaten her relationship with Yuuma.

A variable built with gentleness and care.

Stardust will not allow anyone to threaten her relationship with Yuuma.

Anyone.