(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
"Your silence says everything, Senpai." Minako cooed, giving her shocked senior a coy smile.
Mitsuru couldn't believe anything that was happening. The audacity of Minako's actions should have had her screaming, berating the other girl for doing something so rash and shameless. And yet... just the tiniest part of Mitsuru was curious, anxious even, to see what Minako was getting at. The young girl had that effect on people, Mitsuru had noticed. Her strength of personality was incredible, a rival or even superior to Mitsuru's own. For a moment, Mitsuru thought she knew what it was like to be one of the people enticed by her presence.
Minako, meanwhile, continued to try and fight her body's actions. It was all for naught, however, as her body continued to move on its own. For a few long moments, Minako's hands made no move to either of Mitsuru's remaining articles of clothing. Instead, they seemed content to softly massage Mitsuru's legs, lightly squeezing her hips before gliding over to caress her thighs. Slowly, teasingly, Minako's fingers edged closer and closer to the fabric of Mitsuru's panties, nothing but thin black fabric separating the sensitive flesh of her crotch from Minako's nimble fingertips.
However, just before her fingers began to explore uncharted territory, Minako's hands stopped. Looking up to Mitsuru once more, Minako grinned wolfishly at her elder.
"Say, Senpai, I've always wondered, and I bet a lot of the school has too..."
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