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Before long, Nino called out enthusiastically, “Yo, dudes! Wanna play some volleyball instead?”

“Sure! That sounds fun,” Alya replied, eyes lighting up. She turned to Marinette. “What do you think?”

Marinette shifted uncomfortably, her legs already feeling restless. “I’m sorry, but I… I really need to go to the bathroom first.”

Alya raised an eyebrow with a teasing grin. “Come on, that’s not a very nice excuse when Adrien wants to play with us.”

“I’m not making it up, I swear—”

“Relax, girl,” Alya laughed, gently pulling her toward the court. “I know you get nervous around him, but this will be the perfect way to get over your awkwardness. Let’s go!”

Marinette found herself reluctantly teamed up with Alya against Adrien and Nino. Her short white skirt swished around her thighs as she took her position, but the **** tingling between her legs was growing impossible to ignore. She stood awkwardly, legs shaking slightly, feet rubbing nervously against each other as sweat beaded on her glowing skin. The beautiful white outfit that had turned so many heads now only made her feel more exposed.

Chloé and Lila noticed her behavior and sauntered closer, smirking.

“Hey there, Dupain-Cheng. Everything alright?” Chloé asked with fake concern.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Marinette squeaked, her voice strained.

“You sure? You’re sweating a lot. Need some water?” Lila offered, though her tone was anything but kind.

“No, really, I’m good—”

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Lila insisted, already forcing a bottle into Marinette’s hands. “Drink up. It’s hot out here.”

Under everyone’s eyes, Marinette had **** but to drink.

Lila’s smile was warm, convincing—exactly the kind that made it impossible to push back without seeming ungrateful or rude. .

Alya grinned, nudging her lightly. “That’s my girl! Lila’s just looking out for you.”

Caught under their expectant gazes, Marinette **** a small smile and lifted the bottle, feeling the weight of their assumptions leave her little room to say no.

But the extra water only made things worse. The pressure in her bladder became overwhelming. Marinette started shivering, desperately clenching her muscles as she tried to hold it in. She could barely focus on the game. Her hands kept fidgeting with the hem of her short white skirt, tugging it down repeatedly in a futile attempt to feel less ****.

Chloé and Lila watched from the sidelines, barely able to contain their laughter.

Adrien served the ball straight toward her. Marinette tried to react, but it smacked her right in the head. She dropped to her knees with a gasp, one hand instinctively flying between her thighs. Her legs cramped painfully as the pressure became unbearable.

Adrien and Nino rushed over, concerned.

“Marinette! Are you okay?” Adrien asked worriedly.

She tried to stand, crossing her legs tightly, but her body betrayed her completely. A warm stream escaped despite her **** efforts. Pee trickled down her thighs right there in front of everyone, darkening the ground beneath her beautiful white skirt.

Adrien and Nino froze, staring in shock at the mortified girl clutching the front of her skirt and herself, golden droplets running down her legs.

Chloé, Lila, and even Alya burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, girl!” Alya wheezed between giggles. “I didn’t know you were being *serious* about needing the bathroom. You didn’t have to wet yourself in public!”

A crowd quickly gathered, whispers and laughter spreading fast. Phones came out. Poor Marinette stood there, face burning crimson with humiliation, her once-radiant white outfit now a source of embarrassment as she became the laughing stock of the entire class.