(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)
Mitsuru and her stalker had only made it about halfway down the hall when trouble arose. Despite her best attempts to tie the outfit up securely, the stalker's toilet paper wrappings were swiftly coming undone. Both girls' eyes widened, for different reasons, as Mitsuru's flimsy cover began to unwind all around her.
"Senpai! I'm so sorry!" the stalker said, her voice cracking with a mix of shock and anticipation.
Mitsuru, meanwhile, failed to say anything, only making a choked noise as what little cover she had began to fail.
As if matters couldn't get worse, both girls heard the sound of a door being slid open nearby. Someone was coming! Any second now, Mitsuru and her stalker were going to be seen!
This frightening change of events, however, spurred Mitsuru to action. Regaining her voice, Mitsuru quickly grabbed the stalker by the wrist and pulled the girl with her, whispering a hoarse "Hide!" as she began a strong dash.
The stalker could barely keep up, almost tripping over her own feet as Mitsuru pulled her along. However, the stalker certainly wasn't about to complain, as she had a clear view of Mitsuru's firm, shapely ass as she ran, the beautifully sculpted flesh bouncing just ever so slightly with every step she took. In fact, this show was so distracting that the stalker wasn't even aware of where Mitsuru had taken her until they were safely hidden.
Looking around, the stalker was surprised by Mitsuru's choice, opting to hide in-
