Chapter Two: [The Secret Diary: Daytime Anxiety, Night Walks, and the Allure of White Stockings in the Coffee Shop]

April 14th, sunny, with a irritating breeze.

Today's Macroeconomics class was pure ****.

The old professor stood on the podium, endlessly reading from the PowerPoint slides, his voice like a lullaby. But I couldn't sleep at all, and I couldn't concentrate on a single word.

My hand unconsciously rubbed my thigh under the desk. It was now covered by rough denim fabric, with only sparse leg hair and dry skin. This made me feel an overwhelming sense of nausea and emptiness.

Just two days ago, these legs were long, fair, and exquisitely beautiful, encased in 80D black stockings.

My mind is filled with the image of that day in front of the apartment mirror. That long silver hair, those heavy G-cup breasts, the wet and tight feeling between her legs... that bio-armor called "succubus" seemed to have stolen my soul, leaving me in this classroom as nothing more than a walking corpse.

"Hey, what are you looking at? You seem so engrossed."

Old Wang next to me—the roommate who almost caught me in my secret that day—nuggled me with his elbow.

I jumped in surprise and quickly slammed my phone screen face down on the table.

"Nothing, just looking up some information," I replied, trying to sound calm, but my heart skipped a beat.

I just typed "biomimetic armor," "Succubus system," and "stolen blue metal box" into the search bar.

The results were blank. Aside from a few boring science fiction and conspiracy theory posts, there was no real information about the box. It was like a ghost that appeared out of nowhere in that back alley, or a toy left behind by some higher-dimensional civilization.

The more unknown, the more fascinating.

"Hey, do you think I should go after that beauty queen from the foreign languages ​​department?" Old Wang lowered his voice and leaned closer with a lewd look on his face. "I heard she likes the innocent type of guys."

Looking at Lao Wang's face covered in acne, I suddenly felt a strange sense of superiority.

The goddess in your eyes isn't even as beautiful as one of my toes in the mirror.

"Whatever," I said dismissively, my gaze drifting towards the window.

That crazy plan had taken root in my mind and could no longer be suppressed.

On the same day, at 7:30 PM

Sunset Apartment, Room 302.

I once again completed that heart-wrenching yet exhilarating "transformation".

When the cracking sounds of bones realigning stopped, and when I opened my crimson eyes again, the world finally felt "correct."

Today, I will leave this room.

I put on a private high school uniform I'd bought online: a navy blue blazer, a red plaid skirt, and a red bow tie at the neckline. Because my chest was so large, the shirt buttons were pulled tight, threatening to pop open at any moment. The blazer barely managed to cover my exaggerated curves, but it only made the side profile look even more striking.

For my lower body, I didn't choose black stockings, but instead put on a pair of pure white velvet over-the-knee socks.

White stockings are more demanding on leg shape than black stockings, and also exude a more innocent yet alluring charm. But this body perfectly embodies them. The white stockings tightly hug the calves, revealing a hint of pink flesh at the knees, and the absolute territory created by the stockings around the thighs is enough to drive any man mad.

I put on a black wig (silver hair is too conspicuous) to cover my original hair color, and also put on a black mask.

Take a deep breath and push open the door.

The night breeze felt cool against my thighs, which were only covered by a short skirt, raising goosebumps on my skin. But the shame of being exposed in public ignited my senses like a raging fire.

20:15 Campus side gate

I actually walked into the school.

My heart was pounding; every step felt like walking a tightrope. The streetlights cast a long shadow, and my skirt swayed gently with each step, my white-stockinged legs seeming to glow in the darkness.

All around me were students just finishing class. Boys were in groups, and girls were holding hands and laughing.

I kept my head down, trying my best to look like an ordinary visitor or an out-of-school student looking for someone. But I could feel countless gazes on me like searchlights.

"Holy crap, look at that girl!" "Those legs... are amazing..." "Are those breasts real? They're huge..."

Whispers of conversation reached my ears. In the past, I would have been terrified to hear people talking about me. But now, as "she," these blatant glances have become a strange kind of praise.

My nipples were sore and hard inside my bra, and my vaginal fluid started seeping out between my legs, soaking my panties.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from inside.

"Um... excuse me, classmate?"

I froze.

Standing two meters in front of me was Old Wang. He was carrying two servings of fried rice, probably for his roommate.

Should I run away? No, that would be even more suspicious.

I suppressed the turmoil in my heart, stopped, turned my head slightly, and didn't say anything, just looked at him with my eyes peeking out from behind my mask.

Up close, Old Wang's gaze was practically fixed on me, as if he wanted to strip me naked. He clearly had no idea that the hot JK ​​girl in front of him was the guy who slept in the bunk above him every day.

"Um, excuse me, do you know how to get to the library?" Old Wang scratched his head, his face turning red. "I'm a student at this school, and you seem... lost?"

This wasn't asking for directions; it was clearly flirting.

An extremely absurd sense of pleasure surged through my brain.

I wanted to laugh, but I held it in. I stretched out my slender, fair hand and randomly pointed in a direction.

"Oh, thank you! Um... can I add you on WeChat?" Old Wang pressed his advantage.

I shook my head and deliberately used a slightly husky, sweet voice, altered by the bio-armor, to softly say,

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Then, without looking back, I quickly walked away.

The moment I turned, I heard Old Wang's regretful sigh behind me.

"Damn, all the best girls are taken... That voice is so beautiful..."

I don't even know how I got out of school. It wasn't until I hid in a deserted alley that I leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"Haa...haha...that fool..."

I clutched my chest, the feeling of having a familiar person at my mercy was a hundred times more stimulating than masturbation. My underwear was completely soaked, sticking uncomfortably to my crotch, yet utterly lewd.

But I quickly realized a problem.

Maintaining this body required money. The bio-armor seemed to consume some kind of energy with each transformation; I didn't understand the mechanism, but my appetite had increased recently, and I wanted more beautiful clothes to adorn this body.

My original living expenses simply weren't enough.

I needed to earn money. Using "her" identity.

On April 16th,

a cloudy day, after searching online all day, I finally found a themed cafe called "Nightshade". The cafe was located in a small alley in the city center, and the job posting read: "Urgently hiring night shift servers. Requirements: good looks, good figure, able to accept a specific uniform. Excellent hourly wage."

This sounded a bit unconventional, but it suited me perfectly.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, I went for the interview under the alias "Lin Xiaomei."

The store manager was a woman in her forties with sharp eyes. When she saw me take off my mask, her eyes lit up instantly.

“A natural beauty,” she said, “Go change and try it on.”

It was the most embarrassing outfit I’d ever worn.

The so-called “maid outfit” was actually more like a variation of lingerie. The black jumpsuit was so short it barely covered my buttocks, and there was a huge heart-shaped cutout at the chest, exposing half of my proud breasts and revealing my deep cleavage. The back was also largely open, held together by only a few straps.

I was still wearing white stockings, but this time they were garter stockings with lace trim.

My fingers were trembling as I fastened the clips to the edges of the stockings in the dressing room.

"Click."

The sound of metal clips fastening stockings was exceptionally clear in the quiet dressing room. I looked at myself in the mirror: silver hair (the manager insisted I not wear a wig this time, saying it would be more distinctive), cat ear headband, a busty maid outfit, absolute territory (area of ​​skin), and white stockings on my beautiful legs.

This was practically armor made to seduce men.

"Perfect." The store manager looked at me as I walked out and nodded in satisfaction. "Start work tonight. Your hourly wage will be three times that of a regular person."

9:00 PM Nightshade Coffee Shop

This shop was doing even better business than I expected. Dim lighting, soothing jazz music, and the aroma of coffee and perfume filled the air. Most of the customers were office workers in suits, but there were also some young people who looked quite wealthy.

"Sir, your latte."

I carried the tray to a table of customers.

It was a middle-aged man who looked very tired. As I bent down to place the coffee on the table, I knew where he was looking.

The flesh beneath the heart-shaped cutout swayed slightly with the movement, a white expanse shimmering before his eyes. The hem of her skirt rose as she bent over, revealing more skin on the back of her thighs, and even the clips of her stockings were faintly visible.

"Gulp."

I heard him swallow hard.

"Th...thank you." The man's voice trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on my chest, unable to look away.

"You're welcome. Just call me anytime if you need anything, meow~"

I suppressed my embarrassment and added a meow at the end of the sentence.

As I turned to leave, I felt that gaze lingering on my butt, as if a tangible hand were caressing it.

This feeling... was amazing.

Although it was just serving tea and water, I could feel every guest's gaze stripping me naked. This thrill of being watched made me feel hot all over.

While waiting for my food at the bar, I secretly squeezed my legs together.

That bio-armor seemed extremely sensitive to my emotional fluctuations. Whenever I felt excited or ashamed, it would slightly contract, squeezing my body, as if responding to my desires.

"Hey, newbie, that table ordered 'special service'."

Another maid named Xiaoli patted my shoulder, her eyes filled with a hint of jealousy and schadenfreude. "It's the VIP booth over there."

Special services?

My heart skipped a beat. They didn't mention anything like that during the job interview.

But I still carried the tray over.

The VIP booth was in a corner, partially obscured by a curtain. Inside sat three young men who looked like the kind of rich kids, with expensive champagne on the table.

"Hey, so this is the new hottie?" One of the men, with dyed blond hair, whistled, his gaze sweeping over me with unbridled ferocity. "That body, amazing. Real hair? How did you dye that silver?"

As he spoke, he actually reached out to touch my hair.

I instinctively took a step back.

"Why are you dodging?" another man wearing glasses said with a smile, "We bought 'interaction tickets.' Come on, sit here."

He patted the empty seat next to him—or rather, his thigh.

My heart instantly shot to 180.

This wasn't just an ordinary coffee shop. It was clearly skirting the line.

Reason told me I should refuse, even quit my job. But every cell in my body was screaming, "Say yes!" That succubus-like skin seemed to crave this contact, craving to be surrounded by a male, craving to be played with.

I felt my cheeks burning beneath the mask, and my legs went weak.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally, I took those long legs, clad in white stockings, and walked towards that dangerous corner…