Chapter Four: Wei Hua's Invitation

The afternoon sun at Trinity College shone through the stained-glass windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the floor of the prayer room. The air was filled with the scent of incense mingled with old wood—a unique aroma of this ancient school. The prayer room was quiet, save for the soft crackling of burning candles and the distant, faint strains of hymns.

The teacher stood at the entrance of the prayer room, his gaze sweeping over the rows of empty benches, finally settling on the pink figure kneeling before the icon in the front row.

The garden is still unbloomed.

Instead of her signature tea party attire, she wore a simpler white dress. Her long pink hair was loosely tied back in a bun, with a few strands falling to her sides. The angel wings on her back were slightly folded, and a pink halo—the intricate pattern symbolizing galaxies—floated above her head, radiating a soft glow. She knelt on the cushion, her hands clasped together, her eyes closed, and her lips moving slightly, as if silently reciting a prayer.

The teacher didn't disturb her immediately, but stood at the door waiting. His gaze fell on Mika, observing every detail of her. From her slightly trembling eyelashes, to the way her fingers interlaced as she clasped her hands together, to the rhythm of her chest rising and falling with her breath. Everything seemed so normal, so...like Mika.

But the teacher knew that some things had changed.

He barely slept a wink after last night's office incident. The images kept replaying in his mind—the service under the desk, Saintia's visit, and the words spoken as the man in black left. Those words coiled around his heart like venomous snakes: "If I turned them all into human skin…and dressed them all to serve the teacher…"

He had to warn Mika. As Nagisa's childhood friend and another president of the tea party, Mika had the right to know the truth. Moreover, if the Black Organization really intended to target the students of Trinity, Mika could very well be the next target.

Mika finished her prayer and slowly opened her eyes. She didn't rise immediately, but remained kneeling, looking up at the icon before her. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a golden halo over her profile. At that moment, she looked holy and beautiful, like a true angel.

Then, as if sensing something, she turned her head and saw the teacher standing at the door.

"Teacher!" A bright smile immediately bloomed on Wei Hua's face, a cheerful and carefree smile that was her signature expression. She quickly stood up, but because she had been kneeling for so long, her legs were a little weak, and her body swayed slightly.

The teacher quickly walked over and took her arm.

"Be careful," the teacher said, feeling the softness and warmth of her arm's skin.

"Thank you, teacher!" Once she steadied herself, Weihua's smile widened. She grabbed her teacher's arm, the gesture as natural as if she were with her closest friend—or perhaps something even closer. "Why did you come, teacher? Did you come especially to see me?"

Her voice was cheerful, with that characteristic straightforwardness that didn't overly consider the atmosphere. But the teacher noticed that her fingers were lightly sliding along his arm, and he could feel the subtle friction between her fingertips and the fabric of his shirt.

"Mika, I have something important to tell you." The teacher's voice was serious. "It's about Nagisa."

Mika's smile faded slightly, but her eyes still sparkled: "Nagisa? What's wrong with Nagisa? She didn't come to the tea party this morning. I thought she was sick."

The teacher pulled Weihua to sit down on the bench. The prayer room was quiet; only the two of them were there. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful dappled patterns on them.

“Mika, listen to me.” The teacher looked directly into Mika’s eyes. “Nagisa may… be in danger. No, not may, she is already in danger.”

He recounted in detail what happened in the office yesterday—the black-clad figure disguised as Nagisa, the service, the threatening words. But he omitted some overly personal details, only mentioning the key points: Nagisa may have been "replaced" in some way, and the person who replaced her is now operating in Kivotos dressed as her.

As Mika listened, her expression shifted from initial surprise to... something indescribable. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, and her breathing became slightly rapid. After the teacher finished speaking, she remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, she spoke.

"Teacher, are you saying... that the Nagisa who's with us right now might not be the real Nagisa?" Her voice was soft, but clear.

“Yes,” the teacher nodded. “And that man—the one in black—said he might target other Trinity students. Weihua, you could be next. You must be careful, you must—”

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Weihua suddenly threw herself into his arms.

Her movements were quick and sudden. She wrapped her arms around the teacher's neck and pressed herself against her. Her long pink hair cascaded down, strands brushing against the teacher's cheeks and carrying a faint fragrance—not the sweet candy scent that Wei Hua usually wore, but a more mature and alluring aroma, a blend of rose and some indescribable musk.

"Teacher..." Mika's voice rang in the teacher's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "I'm so scared... What if something really happens to Nagisa, what if that person really comes looking for me... What should I do?"

Her body trembled slightly, but the teacher could sense a certain...excitement within that trembling. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and through the two layers of fabric, he could clearly feel their full softness. Her legs straddled his lap, and the hem of her white dress rode up with the movement, revealing her thighs encased in white stockings. The stockings were thin, allowing a glimpse of the skin beneath, and the fabric on the inner thighs shimmered slightly from the tension.

"Weihua, get down first," the teacher said, trying to push her away, but Weihua hugged her even tighter.

"No..." Her voice carried a hint of coquetry, "Teacher, hold me... then I won't be afraid..."

Her hands began to wander. One hand remained around the teacher's neck, while the other slid down to the teacher's chest, unbuttoning the first button of the shirt. The movements were practiced and natural, as if she had done it countless times.

The teacher grabbed her hand: "Weihua, what are you doing?"

“I’m…” Mika looked up at the teacher. A complex light flickered in her eyes—fear, longing, and a certain… cunning. “I’m seeking comfort. Didn’t you say you would protect me?”

Her fingers broke free from the teacher's grasp and continued unbuttoning the second button. Then, her lips pressed against the teacher's neck, not to kiss, but to gently lick. Her tongue glided across the skin, bringing a warm, moist sensation.

"Wei Hua, stop." The teacher's tone became stern.

But Wei Hua didn't stop. Her hand had already unbuttoned three buttons and was now sliding inside the shirt, directly caressing the teacher's chest. Her fingertips drew circles on the pectoral muscles, then moved down, gliding over the abdominal muscles, and finally reaching the waistband.

At the same time, her lips moved from the teacher's neck to his earlobe, gently taking it in and nibbling it tenderly with her teeth.

“Teacher…” she whispered in her teacher’s ear, her voice becoming hoarse and seductive, “You know… I’ve always… been envious of Nagisa. Envious that she can be your lover, envious that she can live with you, envious that she can have everything from you.”

Her hand unbuckled the teacher's belt and pulled down the zipper. Then, she reached inside and grasped his penis, which was already semi-erect from stimulation.

"Wei Hua!" The teacher tried to stop her, but Wei Hua was faster.

She grasped his penis and began to stroke it up and down. Her movements were practiced; her thumb occasionally brushed against the sensitive area of ​​the glans, bringing waves of pleasure. At the same time, her lips moved from his earlobe to his lips and kissed him directly.

The kiss was passionate and deep. Weihua's tongue pried open the teacher's teeth, invading his mouth and entwining with his. Saliva exchanged, making soft, watery sounds. Her body gently twisted against the teacher's legs, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips; through her stockings and trousers, she could feel the soft touch.

The teacher placed his hand on Weihua's shoulder, trying to push her away. But just then, he sensed something.

The tongue without flowers... the texture feels a bit off.

So skillful, so adept. It wasn't like Mika's straightforward and innocent style, but more like… a trained technique. And throughout the kiss, Mika's eyes remained open, staring directly into the teacher's eyes. Those pink eyes held none of Mika's usual innocence and joy, only a deep, desire-filled light.

The teacher suddenly pushed her away.

Mika slumped back onto the bench, but quickly sat up again. Saliva still clung to the corner of her mouth, her long pink hair was slightly disheveled, and the neckline of her white dress had slipped to one side due to her earlier movement, revealing her fair shoulders and the straps of her bra. Her legs, encased in white stockings, were spread wide, the hem of her skirt completely lifted to her thighs, revealing a glimpse of white skin where the stockings met her skin.

She looked at the teacher and smiled.

That smile...it wasn't Weihua's smile at all.

“We’ve been found out,” she said, her voice suddenly changing—no longer the cheerful and straightforward tone of Mika, but a deep, magnetic voice filled with a dangerous aura. It was exactly the same as the voice of “Nagisa” from yesterday.

Black clothes.

The teacher stood up, took a step back, and her eyes sharpened: "You also..."

"Turns into human skin too?" The man in black—wearing a black outfit without the human skin—tilted his head, mimicking the gesture perfectly, but the malice in his eyes shattered any innocence. "Yes, that's right. Just this morning. That naive young lady is currently lying in my collection room with her best friend, Nagisa."

He also stood up, but did not approach, instead slowly began to take off his clothes.

First, he pulled on the shoulder strap of the white dress. With a gentle tug, the strap slipped down, revealing the entire shoulder and the side of the bra. Then he pulled on the other shoulder strap. Next, he unzipped the back of the dress, and the entire dress unfolded like flower petals, sliding to the ground.

Now, all he was wearing was a white bra, white stockings, and white underwear.

The morning light bathed him, outlining his graceful silhouette. Weihua's body was voluptuous; her breasts, encased in a bra, formed an alluring curve, her waist slender, and her hips rounded. White stockings clung to her skin, extending from her thighs to her ankles, emphasizing the smooth curves of her legs. Lace trim at the tips of the stockings created an enticing dividing line where they met her thighs.

The man in black reached behind her and unhooked the bra.

His bra slipped down, exposing his full breasts to the air. Mika's breasts were even fuller than Nagisa's, her areolas a pale pink, her nipples slightly erect. His fingers caressed his own breasts, kneading the soft mounds, his fingertips pinching and gently tugging at the nipples.

"Mihana's body...is quite nice, isn't it?" he said, his voice tinged with pride. "Fuller and more...voluptuous than Nagisa's. It feels really good to touch. Teacher, would you like to try?"

Without waiting for the teacher's reply, he continued undressing. His fingers hooked around the edge of his underwear, and he slowly pulled it down. The white stockings were very elastic; the underwear was pulled up to his thighs, then to his knees, and finally completely off, tossed onto the ground.

Now, he was completely naked.

White stockings stretched from the upper thighs to the ankles, offering no other coverage. The area between the legs was completely exposed, the pink slit slightly parted, oozing a clear liquid that glistened in the morning light.

The man in black took a step forward, then another, until he stood before the teacher. The two were so close that the teacher could smell his fragrance—an alluring scent mingled with rose and musk.

“Teacher,” he said softly, his fingers gently tracing her cheek, “yesterday it was Nagisa, today it’s Mika. Tomorrow… who will it be? Seiya? Koharu? Or Hifumi?”

His hand moved down, unbuttoning the remaining buttons of the teacher's shirt, then pulled the shirt open completely. Then, he knelt down.

The knees, clad in white stockings, creaked softly on the cold floor of the prayer room. The woman in black raised her head, looking at the teacher with a twisted smile.

Then, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took the teacher's penis into his mouth.

The warm, moist mouth completely enveloped the shaft. The tongue moved nimbly, licking upwards from the base, over every inch of skin, finally settling on the glans. The tip of the tongue circled the urethral opening, collecting the oozing fluid, and then—deep throat.

The entire penis was swallowed deep into his throat. The man in black moved his head back and forth, each deep throat bringing the glans almost to the very back of his throat. Saliva mixed with pre-ejaculate, producing a lewd, wet sound. His hands were not idle either; one hand kneaded his breasts, while the other reached between his legs and began to masturbate.

Her fingers found the moist entrance and inserted themselves. Two fingers, three fingers, thrusting in and out rapidly. The sound of water coming from her lower body, mingling with the sounds of oral sex, echoed in the quiet prayer room.

The teacher looked down at him, at this man dressed in unblemished human skin, kneeling before the icon, performing oral sex on him while masturbating. The sense of blasphemy, the sense of guilt, mixed with the pleasure emanating from his body, created a suffocating experience.

The man in black moved his head faster and faster, his deep throat becoming increasingly frequent. His throat muscles contracted rhythmically, tightly gripping his penis. At the same time, his masturbation became more and more intense, his fingers moving in and out of his body rapidly, drawing out more and more fluid that dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

"Mmm...mmm..." he groaned, but his voice was muffled because of the penis in his mouth.

Finally, the teacher reached his limit.

He held down the man in black's head and thrust deeply inside. He ejaculated.

The scalding semen shot directly into the depths of his throat. The man in black didn't flinch; instead, he swallowed even harder, his throat muscles contracting violently to **** down every drop. The ejaculation lasted several seconds, and only after the last spurt of semen was expelled did he slowly raise his head.

As his penis slid out of his mouth, it brought with it a large amount of saliva and semen, forming silvery threads that hung from the corners of his mouth.

He laughed, a laugh that was both beautiful and terrifying.

"Teacher's taste... is still so good," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from the deep throat. He stuck out his tongue, licked the semen from the corner of his mouth, and then stood up.

But he didn't stop. He turned around, his back to the teacher, his hands on the back of the bench, his buttocks sticking up high.

Her round, full buttocks, encased in white stockings, gleamed alluringly in the morning light. The cleft between her legs was fully exposed, now slightly parted, oozing a clear liquid.

“Teacher,” he glanced back, his eyes full of seduction, “this time… from behind. Like… treating a female dog in heat.”

The teacher looked at him for a long time.

Then, the teacher stepped forward, without any foreplay, and directly aimed his still semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, at the wet entrance and slowly pushed it in.

"Ah..." the man in black let out a satisfied sigh, "It's in... the teacher's... everything..."

This time, entry was smoother than before. Because of the previous masturbation, the inside was already sufficiently wet. The penis slid in slowly until it was fully inside. The teacher could feel the tight embrace, could feel every fold of the inner walls.

Then, he started to move.

At first, the thrusting was slow, each entry and exit accompanied by a clear, wet sound. Then, the speed gradually increased, and the **** intensified. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the prayer room, mingling with the increasingly loud moans from the man in black.

"Ah... Teacher... so deep... it's hitting the spot... ah..." he groaned intermittently, his body swaying back and forth with each thrust. "Harder... like this... treat me... like I'm not... fuck me harder..."

The teacher didn't answer, but his movements became even more violent. His hands gripped the black-clad man's buttocks tightly, leaving red finger marks on his fair skin. Each thrust nearly pushed the man forward, but he steadied himself by bracing himself against the bench.

The thrusting became faster and faster. The penis moved in and out of the wet passage, bringing out more and more fluid. That fluid flowed down the black-clad woman's thighs, soaking the white stockings, and dripped onto the floor, mixing with the fluids left from the previous oral sex and masturbation, forming a large puddle.

The groans from the man in black grew louder and more out of control.

"Teacher...I'm...I'm going to...ah..." he screamed, his body trembling violently, "With...the teacher...ah..."

At that very moment, the teacher ejaculated again.

Hot semen was injected into his body, filling the repeatedly ravaged passage. At the same time as ejaculation, the man in black also reached his climax, his internal muscles contracting spasmodically, and more fluid gushed out, mixing with the teacher's semen, seeping from the point of union and flowing down his thighs.

The climax lasted for about ten seconds, then slowly subsided.

The teacher withdrew, his penis pulling out with it, bringing with it a large amount of cloudy white fluid that splashed onto the prayer room floor, the benches, and even the nearby icon pedestal. The man in black slumped onto the bench, panting heavily, his body still trembling slightly.

After a long while, he slowly sat up. His white stockings were completely soaked, clinging to his skin and becoming transparent, revealing the color of his skin underneath and the stains of semen and bodily fluids. His chest heaved from the previous vigorous activity, his nipples still erect. Semen clung to the corners of his mouth, and his long pink hair was disheveled.

But he smiled.

It was a satisfied, triumphant smile.

He stood up and began picking up his clothes from the ground. But instead of putting them on immediately, he took the clothes and walked over to the teacher.

"Teacher was amazing today too," he said, his voice languid after a passionate encounter. "Doing this in the prayer room... in front of the icon... wasn't it exciting?"

He leaned closer, his lips almost touching the teacher's ear.

“I’m thinking,” he said softly, “who should I wear to see the teacher tomorrow? What about Saintia? That young lady who can always see the future, what kind of expression will she have if she is **** to stand in front of the statue and violated?”

He took a step back and began to slowly put on his clothes. His movements were slow and unhurried, as if he were enjoying his disheveled state.

"Or Xiaochun? That silly girl who always fantasizes that her teacher has sexual fantasies about her, what would her reaction be if she knew that her fantasies had come true?"

He put on his underwear, zipped up his stockings, slipped on his bra, and finally donned a white dress. But the zipper was only half-zipped up, leaving a large expanse of skin exposed on his back. His hair was also unkempt, left to hang loosely in the air.

“The teacher can take his time to think about it,” he said, walking to the door of the prayer room and glancing back. “Anyway… we have plenty of time.”

He opened the door and went out.

The figure with long pink hair gradually disappeared into the distance in the corridor.

The teacher stood there, looking at the mess in the prayer room—the mixed liquid on the floor, the stains on the bench, the splatter marks on the icon pedestal, and the pervasive atmosphere of lust and blasphemy in the air.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the icon in front of him.

The statue's expression remained compassionate and solemn, as if it had seen and heard nothing.

But the teacher knew that some things were beyond repair.

He walked out of the prayer room and closed the door. The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his own footsteps.

He met someone at the corner of the corridor.

It is Saint Ya.

She stood there, seemingly having waited for a long time. Her long, light golden hair shimmered softly in the candlelight of the corridor, her fox ears twitched slightly, and her gradient-colored eyes stared directly at the teacher.

“Teacher,” she said softly, her voice carrying a certain meaning, “I just… saw Mika come out of the prayer room. She looked… very strange.”

The teacher stopped and looked at her.

Saintia took a step forward, closer to the teacher. Her nose twitched slightly, as if she were sniffing something.

“The teacher…” she said, her voice even softer, “has the scent of Weihua. And… other scents. A… very familiar scent.”

Her eyes met the teacher's eyes, those eyes that could see into the future, eyes that seemed to have already seen everything.

“Teacher,” she said, her tone calm but firm, “whatever happens, please remember—what you see is not always the truth. But the future… always holds countless possibilities.”

She reached out and gently touched the teacher's hand, then turned and left.

The fox's tail swayed gently behind it as it gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The teacher stood there, motionless for a long time.