Mitsuru began to get restless.

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Sitting at this desk, reading the book that had been left behind (that was actually proving rather interesting) and feeling the occasional brush of Mitsuru's flawless skin against her legs was absolutely wonderful, and could continue forever so far as the stalker was concerned. Of course, this wasn't meant to last. After a few minutes, the stalker noticed that Mitsuru seemed to be fidgeting a bit.

Carefully, making sure nobody was watching to get curious, the stalker pulled back from the desk just enough to gaze down at the hidden woman below. "Mitsuru-senpai? Is everything okay down there?"

"Oh, yes. It's just... well..." Mitsuru said, her cheeks flushed.

"It's just what?"

"Well... where I'm hiding, and with you wearing a skirt, I can see... uh..." Mitsuru explained, trailing off as her cheeks managed to get even redder.

"O-oh!" the stalker gasped. She hadn't thought of that! Mitsuru was getting treated to an eyeful of her panties! Had... had she seen a wet spot? Was she suspicious?! This was bad...

"I'm not trying to be a pervert, please understand!" Mitsuru said, a hint of fear in her voice. "I just... I can't really ignore seeing it..."

This was an unexpected development. Depending on how the stalker handled this, she could really develop something here! So, putting on a shy smile, the stalker chose to-