How come I became the heroine?

In May, Jiangcheng University was sweltering with summer heat.

Lin Chen slumped in his dormitory chair, idly scrolling through his phone screen. This dormitory room, which was supposed to house four people, now only had him and his roommate Lao Zhang left—the other two beds belonged to people who had just graduated and left school last month, leaving behind empty bed boards and a few storage boxes they hadn't taken with them.

"Hey Zhang, look at this physics major, her legs are amazing."

Lin Chen held his phone up to the opposite bed. On the screen was a photo taken from a hidden angle: by the library window, a girl with a ponytail was looking down at a book, her slender calves encased in over-the-knee socks, and she was wearing a pair of white sneakers.

"Hmm." Old Zhang didn't even look up, his hands flying across the keyboard, the sound of intense gunfights echoing from the screen. His real name was Zhang Yang, but because he was two years older than Lin Chen and had retook the entrance exam, everyone was used to calling him Old Zhang.

"You fucking take a good look!" Lin Chen kicked the table leg in annoyance. "Those legs, those curves, aren't you tempted?"

Old Zhang finally sighed, paused the game, and glanced at the screen: "It's alright. But the socks are wrong. Black stockings are the way to go. Over-the-knee socks are too preppy, they don't have the right feel." As he spoke, he stroked his chin, his eyes drifting to several anime pictures pasted next to his computer—all of them close-ups of beautiful feet in black stockings.

"You're just a foot fetishist pervert." Lin Chen scoffed, put his phone away, and continued browsing his collection. His photo album was clearly categorized: "Excellent Breasts," "Perfect Waist and Hips," and "Unique Charm," with dozens of candid or chance encounter photos under each category.

The two have distinctly different aesthetic tastes in this regard. Old Zhang is obsessed with leg lines and close-ups of feet, and can spend a long time studying the curve of a woman's instep when she walks in high heels. Lin Chen, on the other hand, is a staunch "breast maniac." He believes that the most direct manifestation of female charm is the soft curve of the breasts. Every time he's queuing in the cafeteria, his gaze always unconsciously falls on the back of the woman in front of him, judging the size and softness based on the swaying motion.

This playful categorization also filled their extracurricular life with "academic discussions." For example, last Wednesday in an elective class, a girl wearing a knitted sweater sat in the front row. Lin Chen insisted that she was at least a C, but Lao Zhang deduced from her shoulder width and back lines that she was at most a B+. The two made a ten-yuan bet on this. Finally, when the girl got up to hand in her homework, Lin Chen pretended to drop his pen and bent down to pick it up. After visually verifying his assessment, he proudly took the money.

"Do you think what we're doing is abnormal?" Lin Chen would sometimes ask.

“What do you mean by perverted? Appreciating beauty is human nature.” Old Zhang always said confidently. “Besides, we’re just looking, we’re not touching them. It’s much better than those who actually harass girls.”

That's true. Although the two of them chatted amiably in private, they were both cowards in real life—Lin Chen would stutter after speaking to a girl for more than three sentences, and Lao Zhang didn't even have the courage to ask for her WeChat. Their "desires" remained only at the visual level and in certain indescribable fantasies late at night.

As dusk settled outside the window, noises from other dorm rooms drifted through the building. Lin Chen finished browsing his usual forums and then opened a shopping app, aimlessly scrolling through the recommendations.

Suddenly, a product caught his attention.

It was an advertisement for a small knife—more accurately, a short knife with an antique design, its scabbard engraved with incomprehensible patterns, and the blade gleaming coldly in the picture. The product title was simple: "Anciently Forged Short Blade," but the price was ridiculously absurd: 0.01 yuan.

"What the heck?" Lin Chen muttered as he clicked on it.

The product details page is even stranger. Instead of common material descriptions and size parameters, it contains a long passage written in classical Chinese:

"This is no ordinary iron; it was forged using ancient secret methods. Holding it can transform one into clothing, and wearing it can substitute for one's form. However, remember: the form can be replaced, but the spirit cannot be taken away. To achieve full effect, one must move it with emotion and resonate with it with desire..."

There were a few more lines of smaller text, but the images wouldn't load. Lin Chen frowned; the copywriting read like something out of a fantasy novel. He then checked the sales figures: 0, reviews: 0, the shop was newly opened, named "Xuanji Pavilion," and the profile picture was a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) symbol.

“Old Zhang, look at this, it’s less than a dollar and includes shipping.” Lin Chen turned his phone to the other side. “The copywriting is so mystical, saying it can turn people into clothes.”

This time, Old Zhang finally took a serious look: "Is it a scam? I bet they'll say it's cash on delivery after you place the order, and then charge you several hundred."

"But look at this picture, it's quite exquisite." Lin Chen zoomed in on the image. The texture on the scabbard, when magnified, revealed subtle embossing, unlike ordinary textures. The blade's sheen also had a layered effect, unlike a cheaply photoshopped image.

Most importantly, the price is just too tempting—you can't even buy a bottle of water for a penny, so you won't feel bad even if you get scammed.

"Buy it if you want, it's only a penny anyway." Old Zhang had already gotten back into the game. "Just make sure it's not a plastic toy."

Lin Chen hesitated for two seconds, his finger hovering over the "Buy Now" button. His living expenses weren't much, and he usually had to think carefully before buying a bottle of drink, but the temptation of something that was practically free was hard to resist.

And... the phrase "transforming into clothing" in the copy stirred something within him for some reason. He recalled the dream he had last night, in which he became Su Wanwan, the most beautiful girl in the dance department at his school—not as a girl, but as if he were wearing a bodysuit, his body "wearing" hers. The strange sensation seemed to linger even after he woke up.

Fingertips fall.

Order submitted successfully, payment of 0.01 yuan. The page redirects to a success page, showing estimated delivery in three days.

"I bought it," Lin Chen said.

"Hmm." Old Zhang's response was drowned out by the game's sound effects.

Lin Chen was furious at Old Zhang's indifferent attitude.

"Hey, what kind of attitude is that? Don't regret it when it arrives." He deliberately raised his voice, "If it really is some kind of Pokémon, don't be begging me to lend it to you."

Without turning his head, Old Zhang's fingers flew across the keyboard: "Okay, okay, you're amazing. If you can really turn into a girl, remember to turn into a mature woman in black stockings for me to see first."

"Superficial!" Lin Chen scoffed. "If you're going to change, at least change to having bigger breasts first..."

The two resumed their usual banter, but quickly their attention returned to their respective screens. The only sounds in the dorm room were the game audio and the whirring of the fan.

***

Over the next few days, Jiangcheng truly entered summer. The sun was so scorching it could peel your skin, and the old fans in the classrooms creaked and groaned, blowing out hot air. Lin Chen and Lao Zhang's daily routine became: hiding in the last row of class to play on their phones, rushing back to the dorm to turn on the air conditioning as soon as class ended, and ordering takeout to play games at night.

As for that one-cent order, Lin Chen had long since forgotten about it. It was simply too unreal—one cent with free shipping? Was the merchant doing charity?

Until Thursday night.

Lin Chen had just finished his evening class and was shuffling back to his dorm when his phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw it was a notification from Cainiao Guoguo: "[Your package has arrived at the Cainiao Station at Jiangcheng University. Please collect it using your pickup code.]"

Below the pickup code is a line of small print: [A storage fee will be charged if the package is not picked up within the specified time].

"What the heck..." Lin Chen frowned, scrolled to the order details, and then remembered the "Ancient Style Short Blade" he had bought three days ago.

It actually shipped? And so quickly?

He glanced at the time—8:40 PM. The Cainiao Post Station closes at 9 PM; he should be able to make it if he rushed over now. Even if it wasn't anything particularly good, he was already here...

Lin Chen changed direction and headed towards the Cainiao Station in the eastern part of the campus. That place was quite far from his dormitory, almost requiring him to cross half of the campus. The hot night wind clung stickily to his body, and the cicadas chirped from the roadside bushes, making it hard to breathe.

The pickup process went smoothly. The courier at the station handed him a small cardboard box, which felt incredibly light in his hand. Lin Chen weighed it in his hand and became even more certain that it wasn't anything legitimate—it was so light, it was probably just a plastic toy.

On his way back to his dorm, he couldn't resist unpacking the package. The streetlights weren't very bright, so he could only use the dim light to tear off the tape on the outside of the cardboard box.

Inside was a black velvet bag, which felt surprisingly nice to the touch. Lin Chen took out the bag, untied the drawstring, and a short knife slid into his palm.

For a moment, he was stunned.

The knife was light, but its texture was definitely not plastic. The scabbard was made of some kind of dark wood, intricately carved, and gleamed with a dull light under the streetlamp. He gripped the hilt and pulled the knife out—

The moment the blade was drawn, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees. The blade was long and narrow, with a cold, silvery-white sheen, completely lacking the reflectivity of metal, as if it absorbed all the surrounding light. The blade was so thin it was almost transparent, yet the edges were so sharp that one dared not look directly at them, as if even a glance would result in a cut.

"This..." Lin Chen stared in a daze, unable to resist lightly touching the blade with his finger.

Just then, he reached a fork in the road in the dormitory area. The road was lined with dense camphor trees, their branches completely obscuring the streetlights, leaving only scattered patches of light on the ground. Lin Chen was so engrossed in examining the knife in his hand that he paid no attention to what was ahead.

"Bang!"

He bumped right into someone who emerged from the shadows around the corner.

Caught off guard, the knife flew from Lin Chen's hand, and his opponent cried out and fell backward. Lin Chen himself stumbled, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing onto a nearby tree trunk.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going—" he apologized hastily, looking up at the person he had bumped into.

The next second, his words caught in his throat.

The streetlight's beam fell directly on the spot where the person had just been standing. There was no one lying on the ground, only—

A pile of clothes.

A light blue dress lay open on the floor, seemingly containing something. Next to it was a small white leather shoe, and further down was... a cell phone?

Lin Chen's heart began to pound. He **** himself to calm down and crouched down to examine it closely.

Within that mass of clothing, something was faintly reflecting light at the neckline of the dress. His hand trembled as he reached out, grasped the neckline, and gently pulled it up—

A piece of "skin" was lifted up.

To be precise, it was a complete human-shaped "shell." As thin as a cicada's wing, yet it had clear facial features, finger details, and even faint eyelash shadows. It was incredibly soft, gently swaying in Lin Chen's hand, its touch cool and smooth, like the finest silk, yet possessing a certain... vitality.

Lin Chen was all too familiar with that physical face.

Su Wanwan, the most beautiful girl in the dance department.

He had at least twenty photos of her saved in his phone's album—her profile as she twirled on stage, her back as she stretched her legs in the practice room, her eyelashes drooping as she ate with her head down in the cafeteria. Su Wanwan was always the absolute star of every campus performance; her movements in classical dance were unbelievably graceful, once making Lin Chen watch the recording playback for an entire night.

And now, she has her "skin" in her own hands.

Lin Chen's mind went blank, and he remained stunned for a good ten seconds. Then, he suddenly remembered the ancient text on the shopping page: "This item is no ordinary iron; it is forged using ancient secret methods. Holding it can transform it into clothing, and wearing it can replace its form..."

That knife!

He immediately turned to look. The dagger lay a few steps away on the ground, its blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Lin Chen scrambled over, grabbed the dagger, and then turned back.

The phone screen on the ground was still lit.

Lin Chen glanced at it subconsciously—it was a WeChat chat interface. The top contact name was "Roommate Xiaoyu," and the latest messages were:

【Wanwan, are you really going? We have rehearsals this weekend】

I've already submitted your leave request to your advisor.

By the way, what time is that show you mentioned last time tonight?

The last message was a reply from Su Wanwan (or rather, the "she" from earlier), sent just five minutes ago:

[It starts at 9:30, I can still make it if I go now. I'm already on my way~]

9:30. Lin Chen glanced at the time on his phone screen: 8:55.

In other words, Su Wanwan was on her way to see a performance when he bumped into her, and then...

It turned into a skin.

Lin Chen's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He looked around frantically—luckily, there were few people on this road, and even fewer passing by so late at night. But he couldn't delay any longer; someone could come at any moment.

He frantically rolled up the dress along with the leather bag inside and stuffed it back into the delivery box. He shoved the white leather shoes in too, and finally the phone. But the phone screen was still lit up; the lock screen showed a selfie of Su Wanwan on stage, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Lin Chen hesitated for a second, then pressed and held the power button to turn it off.

After doing all this, he picked up the cardboard box as if it were a bomb and ran back to the dormitory without looking back.

The night breeze brushed against his face, but he felt no chill. Only one thought was racing through his mind:

That knife was real.

That copy is real.

Su Wanwan... is in this box right now.

——————

Lin Chen practically burst through the dormitory door.

"Hey, be gentle!" Old Zhang's voice came from the bed. He was wearing headphones and staring intently at the screen. "You know you have to pay for the broken door, right? Besides, what's the rush? I've already started this round. If you want to play, you'll have to wait half an hour."

"I'm not playing anymore." Lin Chen said, panting, and hugged the cardboard box in his arms even tighter. "I... need to go to the bathroom."

"What's so great about going to the toilet that you're in such a hurry..." Old Zhang muttered, his attention quickly returning to the game.

Lin Chen slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The only sounds in the small space were the low hum of the exhaust fan and his own rapid heartbeat.

He placed the cardboard box on the sink, his fingers trembling slightly. Opening the lid, the light blue fabric reappeared in his sight. Under the light, he could see it more clearly—the dress was chiffon with delicate lace trim at the neckline, now softly spread out, revealing glimpses of the "thing" wrapped inside.

Lin Chen took a few deep breaths, reached out and pinched his collar, then gently pulled it up.

The skin slipped out again. This time, under the bright bathroom light, every detail was terrifyingly clear. It was a complete, paper-thin human skin, seamless from head to toe. The facial features were delicate, the upper eyelashes of the closed eyes were long, and the lips were naturally slightly upturned, as if the person was simply asleep. The skin had a healthy glow, and you could even see the faint veins on the back of the hand.

What made Lin Chen's breath catch in his throat was that the skin was warm—not the warmth of a human body, but a more subtle warmth, somewhere between body temperature and ambient temperature. If you got closer, you could also smell a faint fragrance, like jasmine mixed with some indescribable body scent.

He stretched out his trembling fingers and gently touched the skin-like cheek.

It has a soft and smooth texture, like the finest mutton fat jade, yet it possesses an incredible elasticity. Pressing down with your fingertip will leave a slight indentation, which immediately springs back to its original shape when released.

"It's not a dream..." Lin Chen murmured to himself. He pinched his thigh, and the pain was real.

How is that possible? A knife slices through a living person, and they turn into a skin? What kind of sci-fi movie plot is this?

But the item was right in front of him. He remembered the dagger—still tucked in his pocket, the cold touch of the scabbard seeping through the fabric, reminding him that it was all real.

Lin Chen's gaze fell on the woman's chest. It swayed slightly with the body's movement, its curves graceful. He suddenly remembered the countless times he'd secretly photographed Su Wanwan, focusing almost always on this area—the faint outline peeking through her sweat-soaked practice clothes, the gentle trembling of her movements as she danced...

A sudden surge of heat rose up.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. A voice screamed in his head: This is insane, this is a crime, you can't—

Another voice, however, was louder: Give it a try, just give it a try. After all, she's just a shell now.

Lin Chen stared at the physical appearance for a full two minutes before finally taking a deep breath and making a decision.

He took off his T-shirt and shorts and stood in front of the mirror. The boy in the mirror was of average build, even a little thin, and his skin appeared pale from spending so much time indoors.

Then, he carefully picked up the leather bag.

The skin was lighter than he had imagined, so light that he could barely feel its weight. Lin Chen found the opening on the back of the skin—extending from the back of the neck all the way to the tailbone, like the zipper of a bodysuit. The edges of the opening were very smooth, without any roughness.

He put on the legs first.

The sac's legs hung limply. Lin Chen lifted his right foot and tentatively slipped it into the sac's corresponding right leg. The moment their skin touched, a strange coolness spread up his leg, but it quickly turned into a warm, comfortable sensation.

The skin seemed to come alive, automatically "climbing" up his legs. The material was incredibly thin, almost like a second skin. Lin Chen watched as his legs were "covered"—first his ankles, then his calves, the skin perfectly conforming to every curve.

The change occurs when the skin sac covers above the knee.

In the mirror, his legs, which were originally thin and had noticeable pores, began to become smooth and fair. The lines of his calves softened, the bones at his knees were no longer prominent, and his skin was so delicate that a faint glow could be seen. His feet were also changing—his toes had shortened and closed, his insteps had arched with an elegant curve, and even his ankles had become slender and delicate.

Most importantly, the moment the skin completely covered his right leg, a tingling, electric sensation shot from the sole of his foot up his thigh. Lin Chen groaned and grabbed the sink for support.

It wasn't pain, but a strange sense of fusion. It was as if that leg no longer completely belonged to him, or rather, there was an additional layer of perception that didn't belong to him. He could "feel" the temperature and texture of the skin itself, and even had a vague sense that "this leg should be very soft and strong."

Lin Chen stared blankly at the legs in the mirror that had completely transformed into a woman's. They were shapely, fair, and the muscle lines beneath the skin were faintly visible—the marks of years of dance training. The toes were rounded, the nails were neatly trimmed, and painted with light pink nail polish.

It's unbelievably beautiful.

He had only ever glimpsed Su Wanwan's legs in photos and from afar before. But now, "her" legs were on his own body.

Lin Chen's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently. He couldn't wait to start putting on his left leg.

The same process, the same changes. After both legs were fully "covered," he stood in front of the mirror, looking down at Su Wanwan's beautiful legs—long and straight, with well-proportioned thighs, slender yet strong calves, and delicate ankles. Under the pale light of the bathroom, they gleamed with an ivory-like luster.

Lin Chen couldn't resist reaching out and touching it.

It felt delicate and soft to the touch, and was slightly cool in temperature. As his fingers brushed against the inside of his knee, a strange itch made him shiver. The feeling was so real, frighteningly real.

If the legs are already like this...

His gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the upper half of the leather bag still draped over the edge of the sink. It was the chest and abdomen of the bag, its exact outline obscured by the folds, but the raised curves were vaguely visible.

Lin Chen's hands began to tremble. He took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, lifted the upper half of the leather bag.

——————

Lin Chen trembled as he raised the upper half of the scabbard, aligning it with his own upper body. The opening on the back of the scabbard was perfectly aligned with his spine, like a tailor-made garment.

He took a deep breath and put his arms into the two arms of the leather bag.

A cool, slippery sensation instantly enveloped his arms and chest. The skin seemed alive, automatically conforming upwards along his torso. Lin Chen could clearly feel that thin membrane covering his collarbone, shoulders, chest, abdomen...

The changes are most noticeable in the chest area.

As the skin pressed against his previously flat male chest, the material there began to "fill" up. It was as if the skin itself carried a pre-set shape, being activated and supported by Lin Chen's body. Two soft masses gathered and shaped on his chest, and the sense of weight gradually became clear.

Lin Chen looked down at his chest in the mirror—the two flat areas, occasionally showing the outline of pectoral muscles, were being replaced by two raised, full curves. The material of the body seemed to have merged into his skin, or rather, his body was "becoming" the shape that the body had been designed for.

He couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

The moment his right hand touched her, Lin Chen's breath caught in his throat for a second.

It's too soft.

It was a touch unlike anything he'd ever felt on any other part of his body—soft, full, and incredibly elastic. His fingers sank in, feeling as if the inside was composed of countless fine fat particles, slightly deforming with pressure and springing back immediately when released. Even in its still state, the slightly protruding tip appeared so pert and alluring.

He covered them with both hands, his fingers spread wide, just enough to grasp the newly formed breasts. The full warmth and astonishing softness in his palms made his mind buzz. The image in the mirror was even more striking—a pair of firm, rounded breasts belonging to Su Wanwan were now "growing" on his own chest. The nipples were a light pink, slightly erect under the light, the areolas around them a slightly darker color, and the shape was perfect.

At that moment, the changes in the lower body reached their peak.

The sac completely enveloped his male genitals at the hips. There was no pain, only a strange sensation of "contraction" and "reshaping." Lin Chen felt his penis and testicles being compressed and folded inward by a gentle yet irresistible ****, and then—

It disappeared.

Instead, he felt an unprecedented emptiness. Not a lack, but... a warm, slightly damp void waiting to be filled. A physiological structure he had never experienced before, yet in this moment, he instantly "understood" its significance.

He subconsciously squeezed his legs together.

The soft skin of the inner thighs rubbed against each other, creating a delicate tactile sensation. And deeper inside, in that newly formed, intimate area belonging to a woman, came a faint but distinct feeling of soreness and moisture.

Lin Chen was completely stunned.

The person in the mirror is no longer "him".

It was a "person" with Su Wanwan's face (though not yet wearing a hood), Su Wanwan's breasts, Su Wanwan's legs, and Su Wanwan's entire torso. The skin was fair and delicate, the waist slender, the breasts full and perky, and the legs long and shapely. If it weren't for the fact that the head above the neck was still his own, it would have been a living, naked Su Wanwan standing in the bathroom.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his hands moving uncontrollably to his chest again. This time he was bolder, kneading the two full, soft mounds of flesh with his fingers. The flesh overflowed between his fingers, incredibly soft. When his fingertips brushed against the nipples, a strong electric current surged through his spine, making him groan involuntarily.

The voice... soft, delicate, with a hint of languid nasal tone, was not his own voice at all.

Lin Chen was startled, but was immediately overwhelmed by an even stronger excitement. He grasped his breasts with both hands and began to knead and squeeze them vigorously, his fingertips constantly flicking at the two already erect and hardened nipples. Each touch brought an even stronger pleasure, a pleasure completely different from when he was a man—more delicate, more lingering, like ripples spreading from his chest to his lower abdomen, to that newly formed, empty, and slightly moist area.

His breathing grew more rapid, his cheeks burning. The breasts in the mirror, belonging to "Su Wanwan," deformed in his hands, the nipples kneaded until they were red and hard. The emptiness in his lower abdomen grew stronger, as if an invisible vortex was spinning and drawing him in. He subconsciously brought his legs together, the friction between his inner thighs bringing even more subtle sensations.

Just as he was immersed in this unprecedented sensory storm—

"Holy crap! The screen went black!"

Old Zhang's shouts outside were accompanied by a crisp "smack," probably from slamming a table or mouse.

Immediately afterwards, all the lights in the dormitory went out instantly, and the humming of the exhaust fan stopped abruptly.

The power is out.

The bathroom was plunged into darkness, with only a dim yellow glow coming in from the streetlights outside the window.

Lin Chen jolted awake, his heart pounding. He had just... almost...

"Damn it, another power outage!" Old Zhang's cursing voice came from outside the door. "Lin Chen? You've been taking a shower for so long? Did you fall into a pit?"

"...Almost there!" Lin Chen quickly replied, his voice still soft and breathless. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Right away!"

He had to do something; he couldn't just go out like that. He didn't know when the electricity would come back on, and Old Zhang could knock on the door at any moment.

Thinking quickly, Lin Chen reached out and turned on the shower.

Cold water gushed out, drenching his naked body. He jolted, but then realized—the sound of the water could mask everything. He pretended to be taking a normal shower, letting the water wash over the unfamiliar, alluring female body while his mind raced.

The body is only missing the head piece. But should we put it on now? What if Old Zhang barges in...?

No, that's too risky.

But take it off? He looked down at his breasts, which were even more perky under the stimulation of cold water, with nipples as hard as pebbles, and his long, fair legs... A strong sense of **** welled up inside him.

He didn't want to take it off. The feeling was too wonderful; he couldn't bear to.

The streetlights outside cast a warm, ambiguous yellow glow through the frosted glass, bathing everything in the bathroom in a soft, yellowish light. Water droplets rolled down her smooth skin, gathering and dripping from the tips of her breasts. Lin Chen looked at her wet body in the mirror, and a surge of heat rose in her chest.

He turned the water flow down, turning it into a fine mist that sprayed onto his body.

One hand involuntarily returned to her left breast, while the other tentatively slid down. Fingertips traced her flat stomach, revealing her small, adorable navel. Moving downwards, she touched a patch of soft, fine hair, and then...

He gasped.

My fingers touched a warm, moist entrance. It was incredibly soft; with just a light touch, a slippery liquid seeped out, wetting my fingertips.

Lin Chen's breathing became completely erratic. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, his right middle finger trembled as he tentatively probed into that newly formed, mysterious little hole.

Tight, warm, and slippery.

The tight, enveloping sensation sent shivers down his spine. He dared not go too deep, only tentatively probing, rubbing the soft folds of the inner walls with his fingertips. Each rub brought a continuous stream of pleasure—spreading from the point of contact with his fingertips, rippling across his entire lower abdomen, and even extending to his inner thighs.

His left hand also became busy, kneading the flesh of his right breast forcefully, his fingertips pinching the erect nipple, sometimes twisting it, sometimes pulling it. The pleasure from the nipple and the movements of his fingers echoed each other, weaving together an increasingly dense web of pleasure.

"Mmm..." He couldn't help but groan again, this time his voice was even softer, filled with suppressed pleasure.

The streetlights outside the window shone directly on him, outlining the alluring curves of his female body. Water droplets glistened at the tips of his breasts, sliding down his waist. Lin Chen closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and his fingers moved in and out of his wet, moist opening, the speed increasing. His other hand kneaded his breasts with increasing ****, as if trying to mold that soft flesh into his body.

The pleasure built up incredibly quickly. The female orgasm pattern, originating from deep within the body, was completely different from the male one—not a violent eruption, but a continuous, spiraling accumulation. He could feel a strange tension deep in his lower abdomen, as if something was gathering, poised to erupt.

Finally, when my fingertips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot once again, a strong, uncontrollable electric current suddenly exploded from my spine!

"ah...!"

Lin Chen let out a suppressed cry, his body trembling violently. A large amount of fluid gushed from his lower body, flowing down his inner thighs and mixing with the shower water. It was a long, tingling, almost **** orgasm that lasted for more than ten seconds before he slid down the wall as if exhausted, sitting on the wet floor tiles, panting heavily.

This is... a woman's orgasm?

That's...that's amazing...

Just as he was feeling weak all over and still immersed in the afterglow of his orgasm, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Lin Chen! I'm going out for a bit!" It was Old Zhang's voice, sounding a little urgent. "I'm going next door to borrow a power bank! My phone's almost dead! You keep washing!"

“...Okay!” Lin Chen quickly replied, his voice still hoarse and soft after the climax.

He heard the sound of the dormitory door opening and closing, and then heard Lao Zhang's footsteps fading away.

Chance!

Lin Chen struggled to get up and turned off the shower. He hastily dried himself with a towel—mainly cleaning the "traces" on his legs and the floor. Then, he looked at the leather head on the sink.

That part still retained Su Wanwan's face, with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

To wear or not to wear?

If I wear it, I'll truly become Su Wanwan completely. But what if Old Zhang comes back early...?

But if he didn't wear it, the junction of his neck and head would look strange. And... a strong, deep-seated desire for "completeness" was screaming wildly within him.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and reached out to lift the head of the skin.

He aligned the opening at the back of the head of the sac with the back of his own neck and gently lifted it upwards—

A thin, translucent facial material was applied to his face. It was cool and smooth. Then, the material automatically conformed to the contours of his head. He felt his features and skull being subtly adjusted and reshaped.

The moment the skin completely covered his head and the opening at the back of his neck "fused" and disappeared, Lin Chen felt a slight dizziness.

He slowly opened his eyes (or rather, "Pi" opened his eyes) and looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had completely and utterly transformed into Su Wanwan.

That face he had gazed at countless times—a soft, oval face with fair, translucent skin, long, naturally slender eyebrows, and large, bright eyes, now tinged with a hint of confusion and lingering, almost imperceptible, desire. Her nose was straight and high, her lips full and moist, slightly parted as she exhaled.

Even his hairstyle had changed. His previously slightly longer short bob had now become shoulder-length black hair, with slightly curled ends, sticking wetly to his cheeks and shoulders.

Lin Chen (or rather, "she") raised her hand and touched her face. The touch was delicate and smooth; when her fingers brushed across her lips, she could feel their soft elasticity and subtle moisture.

Even the feel of it has changed.

She stared at herself in the mirror, or rather, Su Wanwan, for a full half minute. Then she heard footsteps in the hallway—probably from other dorm rooms.

Lin Chen suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing she was still naked. She frantically grabbed her men's T-shirt and shorts that had been lying on the floor and stuffed them into the cabinet under the sink. Then she rushed out of the bathroom, groped her way to her bed in the dark, pulled back the covers, and crawled inside.

The bed was pitch black, but "she" could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against the sheets, the delicate friction of the skin on the inside of her thighs when her legs were together, and the special feeling of slight soreness and wetness in her lower body after an orgasm.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Lin Chen lay in bed, her heart still pounding. She (he) reached out and touched her chest in the darkness—her full, soft breasts were rising and falling gently with her breath.

It's true.

She really did become Su Wanwan, right there on her own bed in her dorm room.

And Lao Zhang... could come back at any time.

——————

The bed was pitch black, with only his own heavy breathing echoing in his ears. Lin Chen—or rather, the consciousness currently possessing Su Wanwan's body—could clearly feel his two soft breasts rise with each inhale and fall slightly with each exhale. The rough dormitory sheets rubbed against his sensitive nipples, each subtle movement sending a tingling electric current from his chest straight down to his abdomen.

Footsteps occasionally echoed in the corridor outside, and the distant shouts of boys playing games could be faintly heard from the dormitory building. But these sounds seemed distant and indistinct, as if separated by a film of water. Lin Chen's entire attention was drawn to this unfamiliar, incredibly sensitive female body.

Her (his) hand uncontrollably slid down to his lower abdomen. The skin her fingertips touched was smooth and delicate, and his navel was small and cute. Further down, the soft pubic hair was thicker than she had imagined, and it was now slightly damp from the previous bath and tension.

Lin Chen's breathing became more rapid. She (he) knew that Lao Zhang could come back at any time. Reason was screaming danger, but the heat deep inside her body, which had just been awakened and intensified by tension, surged even more fiercely.

Just...just one more touch.

With index and middle fingers together, he slowly probed into the damp, dense forest. His fingertips first touched two soft, full labia, slightly swollen and glistening with moisture. He tentatively parted those soft barriers—

An even stronger wave of moisture surged out, soaking the entire finger.

Lin Chen couldn't help but groan, this time in a soft yet slightly hoarse voice that belonged entirely to Su Wanwan. The sound aroused an even stronger desire in her (him).

The index finger was slowly inserted into the acupoint.

It was incredibly tight, warm, and slippery. The soft, moist flesh inside immediately enveloped me, like countless tiny lips sucking and squeezing. Inserting just one knuckle brought a more intense pleasure than in the bathroom—perhaps because I was now fully clothed, and the fusion of skin and body was more complete.

She (he) began to slowly twitch her fingers.

Each thrust brought forth more warm nectar, producing a soft, gurgling sound. Fingertips scraped and pressed against the soft inner walls, searching for the most sensitive spots. Suddenly, as the fingertip brushed against a slightly hard, rough protrusion—

"ah...!"

A powerful electric current suddenly exploded within him! Lin Chen's entire body arched, the muscles on the inside of his thighs instantly tensing. Right there!

They began to focus their attack on that spot. Their fingers curved into hooks, each thrust precisely scraping and pressing that mysterious G-spot. Waves of pleasure surged through them, growing ever more intense and frequent.

Her left hand unconsciously climbed up to her right breast, kneading the full, round flesh forcefully. Her thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple, now hard as a pebble, and twisted it sharply—

"Mmm...! Haa..." Her (his) waist arched uncontrollably, responding to the movement of the fingers.

Darkness amplified all the senses. She could hear her own wet, panting breaths, the wet, sensual sounds of her fingers sliding in and out, the pounding of her heart. The sensation of the sheets rubbing against her nipples, the pleasure of her fingers thrusting in and out of her warm, tight passage, the accumulating, almost explosive, throbbing ache deep in her lower abdomen...

Everything intertwined, pushing her (him) to the brink of madness.

The thrusting became faster and faster, and the fingers were completely soaked in the nectar. The muscles around the opening began to contract and spasm uncontrollably, as if craving something thicker and longer to fill the increasingly intense emptiness.

"I'm...I'm going to..." she (he) squeezed out a broken moan from deep in her throat, her voice trembling with sobs.

Finally, when the index finger was inserted deeply once again, the knuckle pressing firmly against the cervix—

The climax swept in like a tsunami!

"Aaaaaah—!"

She (or he) bit her lip hard to keep from letting out a scream. His body trembled violently, his lower body contracted and spasmed wildly, and a warm liquid gushed from deep within, soaking his fingers, inner thighs, and the sheets. It was an orgasm more intense and profound than the one he had experienced in the bathroom, as if his entire soul had been thrown to the clouds and then crashed down, leaving only a soft, dazed afterglow.

She (or he) lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, his chest heaving. The afterglow of the orgasm still lingered in his body, every muscle trembling slightly.

In that moment of blurred consciousness—

Images, sounds, and feelings flooded my mind without warning.

Is it... a memory?

It's not a complete memory fragment, but more like a broken, fleeting glimpse:

* In the mirror of the practice room, Su Wanwan, dressed in a black practice uniform, is stretching her legs, fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

* On her phone screen, a chat log with someone nicknamed "Xiaoyu" reads: "Please give my leave slip to the counselor tomorrow, love you~"

* Walking along the campus path in the evening, she feels a little anxious because she needs to get to the performance that starts at 9:30...

* Suddenly, she bumps into something hard at the corner, feels a sharp pain in her chest, and then—

* Darkness and silence.

These images flashed by, yet were exceptionally clear. It was as if she (or he) was not only "wearing" Su Wanwan's skin, but also briefly touching some of the body's recent experiences and thoughts.

Is this what the copy says, "To achieve complete success, one must move the other with emotion and win their favor with desire"? Can one gradually acquire the original owner's memories through masturbation and orgasm?

Lin Chen didn't have time to think it through—

"Holy crap, the hallway lights are out too!"

Old Zhang's loud voice and heavy footsteps came from the end of the corridor, getting closer and closer.

Oh no!

Lin Chen instantly snapped awake, her heart pounding in her throat. She (he) sat up abruptly, frantically pulling back the covers. There was a small, dark water stain on the sheet, barely visible in the darkness, but the sweet, cloying scent of body odor mixed with desire lingered.

She (or he) frantically reached for the pillow—the dagger had been there all along.

The moment they gripped the knife handle, the icy touch calmed them down slightly. They had to take it off immediately, at least their heads!

But how do I take it off? Last time, the knife cut Su Wanwan, and her whole body turned into skin. Now this skin is on my body...

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) gritted her teeth, gripped the short knife tightly, and carefully brought the blade close to the back of her neck.

The moment the blade touched the skin around the neck, a strange "peeling" sensation came. It wasn't pain, but rather like pulling back an invisible zipper. She (he) felt the skin around the neck loosen slightly.

She (he) took a deep breath, and the blade slowly sliced ​​across the back of his neck.

The skin began to separate from the back of the neck, as if a button had been undone. Lin Chen felt his head and neck being "exposed" to the air again, while Su Wanwan's facial skin, like a mask, slid off her (his) face and softly drooped to her chest.

Then came the arms. She lightly touched the leather joints on both shoulders with the blade, and the same peeling sensation came through. She (he) carefully pulled the arms out of the leather arm section—the process was like taking off a very tight bodysuit, but because of the "magic" of the knife, the leather did not feel torn, but simply separated and fell off obediently.

In just over ten seconds, the skin on his head and arms was peeled off. Lin Chen looked down and saw his restored male head and arms connected to the torso that still retained Su Wanwan's body—the full breasts, slender waist, fair abdomen, and the long, beautiful legs and female private parts were all still there.

The scene was both bizarre and erotic. Beneath the male head was a naked, perfect female body belonging to the school beauty.

Old Zhang's footsteps were already at the door in the corridor.

There wasn't time to take everything off!

Lin Chen quickly rolled up the leather covering his head and arms and stuffed it under the pillow. Then he grabbed the blanket and covered his body—at least from the chest down. He turned to his side and pretended to be asleep.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and the beam of a flashlight swept in.

"Lin Chen? Asleep?" Old Zhang's voice came, accompanied by the rustling sound of things being put down.

"...Mmm." Lin Chen mumbled a response, burying his face in the pillow and trying to keep his voice down.

Old Zhang seemed to stand still for a few seconds. Then—

"You changed your shower gel?" He sniffed. "This smells... pretty good. What brand is it? Can I borrow it tomorrow?"

Lin Chen's heart leaped into his throat. It was Su Wanwan's scent, mixed with the sweet, slightly fishy smell of female secretions after her recent orgasm...

“I just bought it randomly,” she (he) said in a muffled voice, “I forgot the brand.”

"Tsk, stingy." Old Zhang muttered, his footsteps heading towards his own bed.

Lin Chen dared not speak again, lying stiffly in the bed. He could feel the two soft mounds of flesh pressing against his chest, rising and falling gently with his breath. The wet, sticky feeling of his orgasm still lingered on his inner thighs. Under the pillow, Su Wanwan's face lay quietly.

Old Zhang was on the bed just a few meters away.

This intense tension, sense of taboo, and the excitement of a successful theft combined to cause a surge of heat within her (him). She (he) squeezed her legs tightly together, barely managing to suppress the urge to touch herself again.

After some time, I heard steady breathing coming from Old Zhang's side; he must have fallen asleep.

Lin Chen dared to relax a little. She (he) quietly reached under the covers and touched her chest—the soft, full breasts were still there, and the nipples had become erect and hard again. The moist area below was still sensitive; even a light touch sent a faint electric current through her.

She (or he) took out the phone from beside the pillow and, by intuition, set a vibrating alarm for 6 a.m. the next morning—she (or he) had to get up earlier than Old Zhang to get rid of the remaining leather goods.

After doing all this, Lin Chen finally relaxed. The exhaustion after the climax surged over him, mixed with the tension and excitement from before, creating a strange, dazed state.

She (or he) touched the softness on his chest that didn't belong to him one last time, and fell into a deep sleep amidst a complex mix of guilt, possessiveness, and **** pleasure.

On her chest, Su Wanwan's breasts rose and fell slightly in the darkness with her even breathing.

——————

The sky wasn't fully bright yet, and the dormitory room was shrouded in a hazy gray. Lin Chen was awakened by the vibration of his phone beside his pillow. Still half asleep, he reached for his phone and turned off the alarm. He instinctively tried to stretch, and as he moved his arm, he felt two soft, heavy mounds swaying gently against his chest.

I woke up instantly.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, outlining the body beneath the covers—delicate collarbones, followed by a distinct, full curve that rose and fell steadily with each breath. A pair of long, slender, white legs emerged from the blankets, gleaming with an ivory-like sheen in the dim light.

Su Wanwan's body is still "wearing" him at this moment.

Lin Chen's heart began to pound again. Last night's events weren't a dream. He looked down at his alluring breasts; in the morning light, the nipples were a pale pink, standing erect atop their full flesh. His lower abdomen was flat and firm, his navel small. Further down...

He lifted the covers to peek inside, then immediately pulled them back up. That private garden, covered in thick, soft hair, belonging to a woman, was now laid bare.

I need to take it off quickly.

Lin Chen sat up, reached under his pillow, and grabbed the cold dagger. He took a deep breath, preparing to cut open the skin connecting his neck, just like he had done the night before.

But just as the knife was about to touch the back of his neck, he hesitated.

As dawn broke, every inch of this woman's body exuded an astonishing allure. Her skin was fair and delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade. Her breasts were full and perky, with perfect curves. Her waist was so slender it seemed as if it would break at any moment. Her legs were long and shapely, with delicate and exquisite ankles.

This body... just like that, take it off?

A bold, crazy idea uncontrollably crept into my mind.

What if... I don't take it off?

If I wore this body to class, to face Old Zhang, to walk around campus...

A thrilling sensation, a blend of excitement, adventure, and taboo, instantly overwhelmed reason.

Lin Chen slowly lowered the knife from his hand. He climbed off the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He walked to the full-length mirror in the dormitory and, in the dim light, carefully examined the person in the mirror.

The mirror reflected a near-perfect young woman's body. Su Wanwan's proportions were exquisite; her muscles, sculpted from years of dance training, were smooth yet not exaggerated, her skin firm and smooth, every curve perfectly proportioned. Especially her breasts, full and perky, with very pale areolas, and pink nipples slightly erect due to the morning coolness and her inner excitement.

Lin Chen stared in fascination, unable to resist reaching out to grasp his right breast. The soft, warm, and elastic sensation coming from his palm made him feel a little hot again.

No, now is not the time to do this.

He **** himself to calm down and began to think about how to "pretend".

First, the voice. Su Wanwan's voice was too feminine; it gave her away as soon as she opened her mouth. Lin Chen felt around the connection point of the leather at her neck, locating the approximate position of her vocal cords. He carefully made a small incision in that area with his short knife, then gently folded and pressed the small piece of leather inward. The thin leather seemed to have a memory, changing its shape under the knife's touch. He tried clearing his throat—

"Cough... um."

His voice became hoarse and lower. Although it was still a bit thinner than his original male voice, it was no longer so feminine. It sounded more like someone who hadn't woken up properly or had a cold.

very good.

Next up were the clothes. Lin Chen had haphazardly stuffed the clothes Su Wanwan had "dropped" last night into a delivery box and placed it under his desk. He walked over, squatted down, and took out the box.

Inside was that light blue dress, white leather shoes, and a neatly folded JK uniform in a plastic bag?

Lin Chen took it out and unfolded it. It was a navy blue plaid JK skirt, paired with a matching blazer and a white short-sleeved shirt. Underneath the clothes, there was a pair of neatly folded, high-quality black pantyhose.

A perfect disguise.

Old Zhang loves black stockings and beautiful feet, doesn't he? Today, his favorite thing will be right under his nose all day, and he won't even know it.

A mischievous sense of excitement welled up inside me.

Lin Chen picked up the white short-sleeved shirt and held it up to his chest. After all, he now had a pair of rather large breasts, and wearing a shirt directly would definitely make his nipples stand out. He recalled some fragmented memories from last night, including images of "chest binding"—when Su Wanwan changed clothes in the training room, she would use a soft, elastic bandage to slightly flatten her chest before putting on loose training clothes.

He searched through the package and found a roll of flesh-colored, highly elastic bandage in the corner of the bag.

Lin Chen sat on the edge of the bed and began to clumsily try. He first secured one end of the bandage below his left breast, then wrapped it around his entire breast, layer by layer. The bandage was very elastic, and while it brought a slight pressure when wrapped, it wasn't uncomfortable; instead, it gave him a strange sense of security.

After both breasts were tightly wrapped and flattened by bandages, the outline of his upper body in the mirror immediately became much more "normal." Although some curves could still be seen upon close inspection, they were no longer so obvious. He put on the white short-sleeved shirt—luckily, Su Wanwan's frame wasn't large, and although the shirt was slightly tight, it was still within an acceptable range. Paired with a loose, thin jacket, it was basically undetectable.

Upper body sorted out.

Next is the lower body.

Lin Chen looked at the black pantyhose, then glanced at his bare lower body, and a bolder, more wicked thought popped into his head.

Since I'm not wearing underwear... what would it feel like to just slip these stockings on?

He picked up the stockings. They were of excellent quality, cool and smooth to the touch, made of a high-end material that didn't easily snag. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully tore open the packaging.

Then, he started putting them on from the toes.

The moment the cool, slippery material of the stockings touched his toes, Lin Chen couldn't help but gasp. The sensation was so unique—silky, cool, like a film of water, yet with a real, enveloping feeling.

He slowly, inch by inch, pulled the stockings up. The stockings slid past his ankles, bringing a subtle, gentle caress. Sliding over his calves, the taut, smooth feel made his legs appear even longer and straighter. Sliding over his knees, the stockings clung perfectly. Sliding over his thighs...

When that cool, silky material covered the base of her thighs, touching those completely naked labia without any fabric covering them—

"Hmm..." Lin Chen couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

That's...that's so exciting!

The sheer, translucent material of the stockings offered virtually no barrier; in fact, their smoothness and slight coolness accentuated the delicate sensitivity of his most intimate and sensitive skin. He could clearly feel the fabric of the stockings rubbing against his full labia, sending a subtle, almost imperceptible tingling sensation through him. Even through the stockings, he could feel the slight protrusion of his small clitoris.

What's even more deadly is that when he fully pulled up the stockings and wrapped his waist up, the feeling of being tightly wrapped, yet appearing particularly "exposed" because of the smoothness of the stockings, caused a familiar heat to surge deep in his lower abdomen.

He brought his legs together. The skin of his inner thighs, encased in stockings, rubbed against each other, making an extremely faint "rustling" sound that only he could hear. Each rub sent a clearer sensation of stimulation to his private parts, which were tightly wrapped in stockings.

Next were the men's dark trousers. They completely concealed her stockinged legs beneath the fabric, leaving only a section of stockings covering her sheer ankles (but difficult to distinguish from regular socks). She wore her own sneakers, slightly oversized, but with insoles and laces tightened, they were passable.

Finally, I put on the thin jacket and zipped it up.

Lin Chen stood in front of the mirror again.

The person in the mirror looked like a slightly shorter (because Su Wanwan was a few centimeters shorter than Lin Chen), thinner, and dressed in the clothes of an ordinary male college student. Only upon closer inspection would one notice that his face was softer than usual and his skin was exceptionally good, but it wasn't particularly unusual for a guy to have good skin.

The "protrusion" on her chest was perfectly concealed by the corset and coat. The long pants on her lower body completely hid her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

Perfect.

Just then, there was a noise coming from Old Zhang's bed.

"Um... what time is it..." Old Zhang's muffled voice came through, hoarse from just waking up.

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately adjusted his expression, pretending to be looking in the mirror and fixing his hair.

Old Zhang rubbed his eyes and sat up. Seeing Lin Chen standing in front of the mirror, he yawned, "What are you doing admiring yourself so early in the morning... Huh?" He squinted and looked at him carefully, "Have you... gotten shorter?"

"Get lost, are you still half asleep?" Lin Chen replied deliberately in a slightly hoarse and deep voice, lowering his tone, "Get up quickly, you have class first period."

"Okay, okay..." Old Zhang lay back down. "Why are you wearing a jacket? Aren't you hot?"

"It's a bit chilly," Lin Chen casually brushed off, but secretly chuckled to himself.

Cool? He could only feel a subtle, itchy warmth and moisture coming from the area of ​​his lower body that was tightly wrapped in stockings.

Old Zhang dawdled for a while before getting out of bed. Lin Chen, trying to appear calm, packed his schoolbag, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Old Zhang yawning as he went to wash up. He could feel the softness of his chest being wrapped in a corset, the legs tightly encased in black stockings inside his pants, and even the crotch area of ​​the stockings, slightly damp from the earlier stimulation and tension, the fabric clinging to his skin, providing an even clearer tactile experience.

All of this is hidden beneath ordinary men's clothing.

"Let's go." Old Zhang came back after washing up and grabbed his schoolbag.

The two walked out of the dormitory one after the other.

As he went downstairs, Lin Chen walked more carefully than usual because his shoes were a little big. His stocking-clad feet slid inside his sneakers, creating a strange sensation. The soft rustling sound of the stockings rubbing against his inner thighs was faint, but in the quiet stairwell, he could almost hear the erotic sounds emanating from his own body.

Stepping out of the dormitory building, the morning sunlight was a bit dazzling. Students were already hurrying past for their early classes on campus.

Lin Chen followed beside Lao Zhang, feeling the sunlight on his body and the gentle breeze on his cheeks—no, on Su Wanwan's delicate, smooth cheeks. He could feel the softness of his chest, bound by his clothes, swaying gently with each step, and he could feel the increasingly clear and unbearable tingling sensation in the crotch area of ​​the black stockings caused by the friction of walking.

Old Zhang complained about how boring the morning class was, and talked about the terrible teammates he had in the game last night.

Lin Chen responded half-heartedly, but inwardly he was laughing hysterically.

Black stockings, beautiful legs, and the private parts belonging to the school beauty, which were not covered by underwear and were directly wrapped in stockings.

His favorite thing is right under his nose right now.

But he would never know.

——————

The classroom was filled with a drowsy, half-asleep atmosphere during the early morning calculus lecture. The old professor slowly derived formulas on the podium, the chalk making a monotonous "tap-tap" sound on the blackboard. Lin Chen and Lao Zhang sat in the last row by the window, their long-time "slacking-off seat."

"...So if that jungler had played even a little bit better last night, we would have won much earlier." Old Zhang lowered his voice, his hand swiping under the table as he watched a replay video on his phone, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the front door of the classroom.

Lin Chen absentmindedly hummed in agreement. His entire attention was drawn to the pair of feet encased in black stockings under the table.

When he put on his shoes in the morning, he deliberately chose a pair of sneakers that were a little larger than his usual size. At this moment, Su Wanwan's feet—small, slender, with a beautiful arch and neatly rounded toes—were easily slipping out of the oversized shoes and stepping onto the slightly cool surface.

The stockings, as thin as cicada wings, perfectly outlined every curve of the feet. Through the flesh-colored black stockings, one could see the pale blue veins on the instep, the delicate knuckles at the ankle, and the alluring, slightly reddish, soft soles.

Lin Chen tried to gently put his two feet together and rub the instep of his left foot against the sole of his right foot.

In that instant, a subtle but distinct electric current surged from the point of contact between their feet, spreading down their calves to the inner thighs. The smooth weave of the stockings rubbed against each other, making an almost inaudible rustling sound, but the sensation was amplified countless times—like a feather's gentle tickle, or the softest caress.

He couldn't help but curl his toes slightly.

His toes, encased in stockings, moved nimbly. He could clearly feel the fabric enveloping each toe. Especially his big toe; when it curled up and pressed against the inside of the stocking, the feeling of being completely wrapped and compressed by the taut silk fabric...

"Hey, watch the door."

Old Zhang nudged him with his elbow, lowering his voice with the usual excitement of commenting on prey: "Every Wednesday at this time, Su Wanwan comes out of the dance studio next door, passes by our door, and goes to the second teaching building for her theory class. Why hasn't she come yet today?"

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively shrank back, as if afraid of being exposed for the secret under the table. Then he realized that Old Zhang was referring to "Su Wanwan" herself—the girl he was currently "wearing" on.

"Maybe... something's come up," he replied in his slightly hoarse voice, trying to sound casual.

Old Zhang, oblivious to anything amiss, continued staring at the doorway with a fascinated look in his eyes: "I bet you, if she wore black stockings today, she'd look exactly like Bronya from Honkai Impact 3rd: Star Railroad—over-the-knee stockings, absolute territory, paired with her waist and legs..." He clicked his tongue, "Damn, if I had a girlfriend like that, I'd be willing to lick her feet every day."

Licking feet.

The word stung Lin Chen like a needle. He looked down at his feet under the table, encased in black stockings, rubbing against each other—beautiful arches, toes slightly red from the friction, faintly visible beneath the stockings. Rounded heels, soft soles.

If Old Zhang knew that the feet of the girl he was obsessed with were right there in this classroom, less than half a meter away from him, being casually played with and rubbed by him (even though she was wearing leather)...

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of superiority, a desire for control, and a mischievous pleasure, welled up inside me.

Normally, at times like this, Lin Chen would definitely retort, "Chests are everything! What's so great about legs? If you ask me, Su Wanwan's most amazing feature is the rise and fall of her chest when she dances; that's a work of art." Then the two would start a new round of meaningless but enjoyable aesthetic debates.

But now, the "beautiful breasts" he likes are right in front of his chest (although they are being held down by a bra), and the "beautiful black silk feet" that Lao Zhang is obsessed with are also on his body.

He could even feel the warm, moist area between his legs, which was pressed tightly against the stockings, starting to seep out again from the stimulation of the friction from his feet. The thin fabric of the stockings at the crotch was now slightly damp, clinging to his full labia, and each ****, slight closening of his thighs brought an even clearer sensation of friction.

So Lin Chen didn't refute Old Zhang. He simply gave a soft "hmm," and then—

Under the table, he pulled both feet completely out of his shoes.

His bare feet (wearing only thin stockings) touched the cool tile floor, sending a refreshing sensation through him. He quietly spread his legs a little, letting his feet touch the ground, the soles of his feet pressed completely against the cool floor.

Then, he began to try rubbing the side of his arch against the ankle of his other foot.

Stockings rubbed against stockings. The incredibly smooth sensation came from the point of contact, accompanied by the coolness of the floor, creating a strange sensory blend. The ankle is one of the more sensitive parts of a woman's body, and Su Wanwan, who has practiced dance for many years, has exceptionally delicate skin in this area, with seemingly more densely packed nerve endings.

Lin Chen slowly and in circles used the side of his left foot to rub the soft indentation behind his right ankle.

The pleasure was subtle yet lingering. It felt like being gently brushed by a small brush, or being caressed by the finest silk. He could feel the muscles in his feet trembling slightly involuntarily, and his toes curling up once more.

He looked up at Old Zhang.

Old Zhang was still staring at the door, a hint of regret in his expression: "Really not coming? I was hoping to see her new shoes today..."

Lin Chen chuckled inwardly.

New shoes? She doesn't even have feet anymore, so what shoes can she wear?

He continued his "little trick." This time, he used the heel of his right foot to push against the arch of his left foot.

The soles of the feet are one of the most ticklish and sensitive areas of the body. When the heel, encased in stockings, presses against the sole and begins to rub in circular motions—

Lin Chen took a deep breath and almost couldn't control his voice.

It was so...so itchy. But it wasn't just itchy; the stimulation from the friction, combined with the smoothness of the stockings and the sensitivity of his soles, created an almost torturous pleasure. He felt the muscles in his entire left leg tense up, his thigh clenching uncontrollably, and an even stronger frictional stimulation immediately came from the wet area of ​​his genitals.

"What's wrong?" Old Zhang finally turned his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Your face is a little red. Do you have a fever?"

"No...it's a little hot." Lin Chen quickly loosened his legs and tried to appear calm by tugging at his collar.

Without thinking much, Old Zhang turned his head back and said, "Yeah, the air conditioning in this lousy classroom is terrible."

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but his feet under the table didn't stop. This time he changed his method—he placed the soles of his feet together and gently rubbed them against each other.

The soft skin of the soles of the feet clung to each other through the stockings, each friction bringing a subtle, tingling stimulation. Toes intertwined and pressed against each other; the stockings were so thin they seemed almost invisible, allowing the outline and temperature of each other's toes to be clearly felt.

He played with his feet while listening to Old Zhang's rambling beside him:

"...But to be honest, with Su Wanwan's leg shape, white stockings might actually look good on her. Like Yura in Genshin Impact, high-heeled boots with white stockings, tsk..."

"...Her feet must be very small, I'd estimate a size 36 at most. Those Mary Jane shoes with straps would be a disaster for her..."

"...If I could just touch it, even just once, my life would be worth it..."

Every word Lin Chen uttered emboldened him to act even more recklessly.

Touch it? Now he can not only touch it, but also play with it, and even use those feet that Old Zhang has been longing for day and night to rub and please himself like a masturbation.

This sense of control—"I have what you want most, and you're still clueless"—is more exciting than any direct pleasure.

He even started trying to pinch the edge of the stocking on his other foot with his toes, hoping to pull the stocking down a little bit—of course, he only thought about it and didn't dare to actually do it.

But just that thought sent a warm current through his lower body. He could feel that the wet area around the crotch of the stockings seemed to have expanded a little more. The fabric of the stockings, clinging tightly to his genitals, had become warm and sticky.

Just then, the old professor finished writing half a blackboard full of formulas, turned around, and adjusted his glasses: "Now let's look at the derivative of this integral function with a variable upper limit..."

The classroom was filled with the sounds of turning pages and picking up pens.

Lin Chen quickly pulled his feet back into his shoes—the movement was a bit hasty, and the soles of his stockings brushed against the rough insoles, sending another electric shock-like tingling sensation through him.

He put on his shoes, stood his legs together, and **** himself to focus his attention on the blackboard.

But under the table, the feet encased in black stockings, even through the shoes, seemed to still be slightly warm, as if the lingering effects of all the "playing" just now were still wrapped around every inch of skin.

Meanwhile, Old Zhang was still sighing and lamenting that he hadn't been able to see the department's most beautiful girl who had "passed by" today.

Lin Chen lowered his head and, using the table as cover, quietly pulled up his trouser leg to glance at the small section of stocking edge peeking out from his ankle—beneath the thin black stockings, his skin was fair and delicate, and his ankle bones were exquisite and slender.

Then he looked up at the blackboard, a subtle smile playing on his lips that only he could perceive.

Her feet are right here, you idiot.

Moreover, it's already wet.

——————

As soon as the bell rang, Old Zhang stretched and grabbed his phone: "I'm going to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water, do you want some?"

Lin Chen shook his head, his voice still deliberately low and hoarse: "I'm going to the restroom."

"Lazy people poop and pee a lot," Old Zhang said with a laugh, then got up and left.

The classroom was noisy, with students leaving in twos and threes, or taking a nap at their desks. Lin Chen waited a few seconds to make sure Old Zhang was far away before getting up and walking towards the back door of the classroom.

At this time of day, the men's restroom at the end of the corridor was nearly empty. He slipped inside, spotted an empty stall at the far end, and immediately crawled in, locking the door behind him.

The cramped cubicle was filled with the smell of disinfectant and a faint odor of urine. But at this moment, Lin Chen automatically filtered out these smells. He leaned against the cold cubicle door and let out a long, trembling breath.

He spent the entire morning in a state of **** tension and secret excitement. The "self-entertainment" of his feet under the desk, Old Zhang's oblivious, infatuated comments about Su Wanwan, and the ever-increasing, undeniable heat and dampness building deep within his body...

Everything, like a taut string, has finally found a gap to be released.

He glanced down at his phone. The break was fifteen minutes; about seven or eight minutes had passed. In a few more minutes, the bell would ring, and everyone in the restrooms would quickly leave.

He leaned against the door, forcing himself to wait patiently. His ears caught the sounds outside—the sound of flushing water, washing hands, footsteps, and idle chatter... gradually fading into the distance.

Finally, the familiar, piercing bell rang throughout the corridor to signal the start of class.

There was a series of hurried footsteps and the sound of a door slamming shut outside, followed by complete silence.

Lin Chen's heart pounded in the silence. He listened intently for a few seconds, confirming that he was the only one left in the restroom.

The next second, he almost impatiently began to unbuckle his belt.

The metal buckles clinked crisply, especially clear in the quiet toilet. He haphazardly unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and then forcefully shoved his trousers, along with his underwear (which he wasn't wearing at all), down to his knees.

In an instant, her beautiful legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were exposed to the air. The cold light from the overhead fluorescent light in the cubicle shone on the stockings, reflecting an alluring matte sheen. Her legs were long and shapely, with full, well-proportioned thighs, slender and straight calves, and delicate, exquisite ankles—the perfect lines sculpted by Su Wanwan's years of dance training were now displayed before him without any concealment.

Lin Chen, supporting himself against the stall wall, slowly sat down on the toilet seat (he had placed a piece of toilet paper under it). The cold, ceramic touch seeped through the thin stockings onto his buttocks, causing him to shiver slightly.

He raised his right leg and placed his foot on his left knee, forming an open posture.

From this angle, he could clearly see his feet—small, fair (through stockings), with a beautiful arch, five toes neatly arranged, toenails neatly trimmed and rounded, painted with almost invisible light pink nail polish.

During the morning break, these feet would rub and tease each other under the desk, bringing a continuous, tingling pleasure. Now, they can finally receive "official" attention.

Lin Chen hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered his head and approached the raised foot.

First is the sense of smell.

As I drew closer, a very faint, indescribable fragrance wafted into my nostrils. It wasn't the smell of sweat, nor the odor of shoes or socks, but rather a... very clean, slightly sweet floral scent? It was somewhat like jasmine mixed with a hint of milkiness, extremely faint, yet undeniably present.

Is this what foot odor smells like? Or is it just that Su Wanwan has a special constitution?

Lin Chen recalled Lao Zhang's obsession with "foot licking." He used to think it was just a perverted fetish of a shut-in, but now... he seemed to understand it a little.

Driven by both curiosity and desire, he tentatively stuck out his tongue and gently licked the sole of his foot, which was covered by stockings.

The moist, warm sensation came through the thin stockings.

"Whoa!" Lin Chen gasped sharply, and his foot reflexively pulled back.

That was so...so exciting!

The sensation of licking stockings is already delicate, but the softest, most ticklish skin on the soles of the feet under the stockings is instantly stimulated by this lick, sending a sensation like an electric shock! It's not just itchy, but also a strange, "invaded" tingling sensation that travels up the nerves in the feet to the thighs, and finally explodes into a hot, tingling sensation deep in the lower abdomen.

He could feel the muscles inside his vagina contract violently due to the sudden stimulation, and a warm liquid gushed out uncontrollably, soaking the already slightly damp stockings in his crotch.

Lin Chen was panting, his eyes fixed on his feet. On the soles of his stockinged feet, the small area that had been licked was a little darker in color because of the saliva, clinging tightly to the skin and outlining the clearer lines of his sole.

He swallowed hard and lowered his head again.

This time, it wasn't just licking. He opened his mouth and gently took the big toe part into his mouth.

The slippery feel of the stockings enveloped his tongue, while the outline of his toes was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. He gently bit the stocking with his teeth, then his tongue began to circle and suck around his toes. Saliva quickly soaked that small patch of stocking, the warm, slippery sensation, combined with the sensitivity of his toes, bringing wave after wave of delicate pleasure.

His other hand unconsciously reached between his legs.

Through the already damp crotch of the stockings, my fingers precisely located the two full labia. They were slightly swollen, and their soft, full contours could be felt even through the slippery stockings. My fingertips gently pressed against them—

"Ah..." Lin Chen couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

It was so wet. The stockings were completely soaked with love juice, becoming translucent and sticky against his skin. He could feel every crevice of her labia, and even the shape of the erect clitoris.

He began to rub that area through the stockings.

Fingers pressed, circled, and flicked. The soaked stockings provided an extra slippery feel, making each friction smoother and more stimulating. The texture of the stockings rubbed against the delicate labia and clitoris; the subtle combination of roughness and smoothness was almost maddening.

Meanwhile, his mouth wasn't idle either. From the big toe to the second toe, and then to the entire forefoot. He traced every inch of the foot beneath the stockings with the tip of his tongue, as if savoring a delicacy, sucking and gently biting, leaving wet traces. The saliva and the stockings mixed to create a strange, sweet, fishy smell with the scent of a young girl, stimulating his sense of smell and taste.

The pleasure surged like waves, starting from the feet, from the lower body, gathering deep in the abdomen, and then spreading violently throughout the body.

He quickened his finger movements, rubbing the clitoris, which was already hard as a pebble, forcefully through the soaked stockings. His other hand grasped the calf of his raised leg, kneading the taut, elastic muscles beneath the stockings.

"Ah... um..." The broken moans were suppressed in her throat, and only heavy breathing and the faint sound of saliva licking the stockings could be heard.

The stimulation of his feet and genitals resonated with and catalyzed each other. Each electric shock from licking the soles of his feet caused his genitals to contract violently, releasing more fluid. And each tingling sensation from kneading his clitoris made him suck his toes even harder, as if trying to draw more pleasure from them.

His raised leg trembled slightly with pleasure, his toes, encased in stockings, curled tightly, and the instep stretched into a beautiful arc.

Finally, after pressing her fingers firmly against the clitoris through the soaked stockings and rubbing it rapidly a dozen times—

The climax arrived with a bang, even more intense and out of control than last night!

"Ugh—!!"

Lin Chen trembled violently, his back arched sharply, and his head snapped back, slamming heavily against the stall door with a thud. A large amount of warm liquid gushed from his lower body as if he had lost control of his bladder, instantly soaking his already drenched stockings until they were dripping wet. The fluid even seeped through the fabric of the stockings, dripping onto the toilet seat and the floor with a soft "drip-drip" sound.

The afterglow of the climax lasted for a full half minute before he collapsed as if all his strength had been drained, leaning against the cold door and panting heavily.

My vision blurred and my ears were ringing.

He looked down.

The black stockings at the crotch were soaked through, turning a deep black, and clung tightly to her skin, outlining the complete, full contours of her vulva. One could even see the slightly parted labia and the moist slit in the middle.

The foot that he had been licking for so long had its toes completely soaked with stockings, which clung to the skin in a wrinkled, glistening mess.

The air was filled with a rich, sweet, feminine scent, mixed with the smell of saliva and the stockings themselves.

Lin Chen leaned against the door, calming his breathing, feeling the limpness in his body after the climax and the slight trembling brought on by the afterglow. He slowly lowered his raised leg, his legs limply spread apart.

Just then, the school bell rang without warning.

The crisp ringing of the bell pierced through the toilet door, instantly waking Lin Chen.

Oh no! This is a long class with two consecutive periods and only one break in between! It's already the end of the second period!

He frantically tried to stand up, but his legs were still too weak, and he almost fell. He grabbed the wall for support and quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to haphazardly wipe the crotch of his soaked stockings—of course, it was no use; it only absorbed some of the surface liquid, and the stockings themselves remained wet and clung to his body.

Footsteps and voices could be heard outside; someone had come to use the restroom!

Lin Chen was terrified and didn't care about anything else. He hastily pulled up his trousers, zipped them up, and fastened his belt. The crotch of his soaked stockings clung to the lining of his trousers, bringing a cold and sticky discomfort, but he couldn't care less.

He rinsed himself with water (to cover up the traces), took a few deep breaths, composed himself, then opened the cubicle door, lowered his head, and quickly walked out.

There were two boys washing their hands by the sink. They glanced at him but didn't pay him any attention.

Lin Chen walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his face with cold water, trying to reduce the flush on his face. In the mirror, his face (actually Su Wanwan's face, but with the skin folded over the vocal cords) still had a lingering flush of desire, and his eyes were somewhat dazed.

He quickly poured cold water on the situation.

Then, he tore off a few paper towels and, under the guise of wiping his hands, secretly pressed his crotch. The outside of his trousers didn't show anything, but inside, the sticky feeling of the soaked stockings clinging to his skin, along with the faint but still present sweet and fishy smell, constantly reminded him of everything that had just happened.

He walked out of the restroom, and the corridor was already crowded with students who had finished class. He lowered his head and hurried towards the classroom.

As soon as I reached the back door of the classroom, I saw Old Zhang leaning against the door frame, looking impatient: "Did you fucking fall into a pit? The second period has been going on for five minutes and you're only now coming back!"

"My stomach feels a little uncomfortable," Lin Chen mumbled, squeezing past Lao Zhang into the classroom.

The two returned to their seats. As soon as Lin Chen sat down, he felt the wet stockings pressing against his crotch, the cool, sticky sensation becoming even more pronounced. Especially when he brought his legs together, the slippery stockings rubbed against his sensitive labia, bringing a faint, lingering tingling sensation.

The old professor started lecturing again.

Old Zhang lowered his voice, nudged him with his elbow, and said with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Hey, did you secretly masturbate when you went to the toilet? Your face is so red."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he **** himself to remain calm: "Get lost, I have diarrhea."

"Having diarrhea and looking all healthy?" Old Zhang clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't investigate further and turned to reach for his phone.

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

Under the table, he subtly parted his legs slightly, preventing the crotch of his soaked stockings from sticking tightly to his skin. But the slippery, sticky feeling, along with the lingering sweet and sensual scent of Su Wanwan's body, were etched into his memory of that morning like a brand.

His gaze unconsciously swept over his hands resting under the table. On his fingertips, there seemed to linger the peculiar slippery feel of soaked stockings, and... a very faint, salty-sweet taste.

He quietly brought his finger to his nose and smelled it.

Then, amidst the old professor's monotonous lecture, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, the corners of his mouth once again curved into that secret arc, tinged with guilt and **** pleasure.

——————

In the afternoon, the flow of people on campus was clearly divided—a large number of students were pouring from the teaching buildings to the canteen and dormitory area, forming a noisy torrent of "dining".

Lin Chen walked against the flow of people, head down, hurrying towards the teaching building. He was carrying a black express delivery box in his arms—inside which Su Wanwan's skin, JK uniform, leather shoes, and other items had been repacked.

His phone vibrated; it was a message he had just sent to Lao Zhang: "I have something to do this afternoon, don't wait for me for dinner."

Old Zhang quickly replied: 【? You've met up with another girl?】

Lin Chen didn't reply, turned off the screen, and quickened his pace.

The teaching building was empty; most classrooms were locked. Footsteps echoed in the deserted corridors, sounding somewhat desolate. The afternoon sun slanted in through the tall windows, casting long patches of light on the floor.

Lin Chen's destination was the public restroom on the third floor. He walked to the door, but then paused.

Men's restroom or women's restroom?

Before he wore leather shoes, he probably would have chosen the men's restroom without hesitation, since that was where he "originally" belonged. But now...

He glanced down at the box in his arms. Inside were Su Wanwan's skin and Su Wanwan's clothes. Once he put them on, he would be Su Wanwan.

It's so strange that a "girl" walks into the men's restroom and transforms into a real girl in a stall.

Why not just go to the women's restroom? Since I'll be a woman from head to toe in leather, no one will suspect anything.

The decision was made in an instant. Lin Chen took a deep breath and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, only the faint sound of a teacher lecturing in some distant classroom.

He pushed open the door to the women's restroom.

The room was very clean, with a faint scent of air freshener, a lemony fragrance. A row of white cubicle doors were closed, and the mirror in front of the sink was gleaming.

Lin Chen's heart began to pound. This was the first time in his life he had entered a women's restroom, and even though he knew no one was inside, the tension and sense of taboo he felt while crossing that boundary were still intense.

He slipped into the innermost cubicle and locked the door behind him.

The space was cramped, the cubicle layout familiar, but everything here—the sanitary product trash can next to the toilet, the coin slot for a possible sanitary napkin vending machine on the door—reminded him that this was a completely different area.

He **** himself to calm down, placed the box on the toilet tank, and opened it.

He took out a black velvet bag, a JK uniform... one by one. Finally, he presented a stack of soft, gossamer-thin human skin.

Su Wanwan's face was peaceful with her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

Lin Chen first took off his trousers, light jacket, T-shirt, and shoes. Soon, he was only wearing black stockings with a slightly damp crotch and a bandage tightly binding his breasts.

He unwrapped the bandages.

As the last bandage was loosened, the pair of full breasts, which had been suppressed all morning, sprang out instantly, swaying slightly in front of her chest. The nipples, hardened from the prolonged restraint and the stimulation just now, were an alluring deep pink.

Lin Chen couldn't help but cover it with his hands.

The palm of his hand felt incredibly soft, heavy yet surprisingly elastic. His fingers sank in, and the flesh of her breast spilled out between them. He kneaded it vigorously, savoring the wonderful sensation of that delicate fat deforming in his palm. His thumb precisely found the erect nipple and began to twist and pull it rapidly.

"Hmm..." He couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, tilting his head back and leaning against the cubicle door.

The pleasure of kneading the breasts was so direct and intense. It wasn't just the sensitivity of the breasts themselves, but also a psychological sense of "release"—finally, without needing to cover up or bind their breasts, they could fully experience the perfect breasts belonging to the school beauty being ravaged and controlled in his hands.

He massaged for two or three minutes until a faint blush appeared on his chest and his nipples were so hard they were almost painful, before reluctantly stopping.

That's enough, we can't delay any longer.

He picked up the leather bag, found the opening at the back, and began to put it on.

The process was more skillful than last night and this morning. Arms slid in, the skin automatically conformed, and long, slender arms replaced the original male arms, the skin was more delicate and smooth, and the fingers were more flexible and slender.

Finally, there's the head.

Lin Chen lifted the face of the leather bag, aligned it with his own face, and slowly put it on.

A familiar, cool, and smooth sensation. Facial features were subtly adjusted, and the bone structure was slightly reshaped. The opening at the back of the neck silently merged and disappeared.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Behind the cubicle door was a small metal plate that vaguely reflected a person's image. Lin Chen moved closer and looked at the distorted reflection.

The person in the mirror (though blurry) had completely transformed into Su Wanwan. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her skin was fair, her features delicate, and her lips full and moist. Even in the blurry reflection, her stunning beauty was undeniable.

He/She tried making a few expressions—smiling, frowning, pursing lips. The facial muscles moved so naturally, it was exactly like "Su Wanwan" making these expressions.

Where's the sound?

She cleared her throat and tentatively whispered, "...Hello?"

Her voice was soft, clear, and had a sweet, youthful quality, completely different from the hoarse, low voice she had used that morning. This was Su Wanwan's original voice.

Perfect.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) looked down at her naked body. In the mirror, her figure was curvaceous, her skin so smooth it seemed to glow, her breasts full and perky, her waist slender, and her legs long. Every inch of her radiated youth and beauty.

She (he) started getting dressed.

First, she picked up the white JK short-sleeved shirt. Without the binding, her breasts stretched the shirt's front into a noticeable curve. She (or he) had **** but to unbutton the top two buttons, leaving the collar open to reveal her delicate collarbone and a hint of white cleavage—after all, she would be putting on a coat later.

Then came the navy blue plaid JK skirt. She (he) pulled the skirt up to his waist, fastened the side buttons, and adjusted the hem. The skirt was about ten centimeters above the knee, revealing most of his fair thigh.

Finally, he/she put on the navy blue blazer and buttoned the top button. The blazer's cut was just right to cinch the waistline, highlighting the figure without being too tight. The open shirt collar peeked out from under the blazer, adding a touch of casual allure.

She (or he) stood up and carefully turned around in the cubicle.

The skirt fluttered, and the black-stockinged legs reflected a subtle sheen with each movement. Looking down, she (or he) could see the alluring curves of his chest, accentuated by his shirt and jacket, and the long, straight legs tightly encased in black stockings beneath his skirt.

It was exactly Su Wanwan's usual style of dressing—pure with a hint of **** sexiness.

She (or he) nodded in satisfaction, folded up all the men's clothing they had changed out of—T-shirt, shorts, trousers, a light jacket, and shoes—and stuffed them back into the delivery box. Then they put the crucial dagger inside as well, and closed the box.

This box couldn't be carried with them for the time being. They looked around, but there was no suitable place to hide anything in the cubicle. Finally, they tiptoed and carefully placed the box behind the water tank at the top of the cubicle—completely invisible from below unless they specifically looked up.

After doing all this, she (or he) took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing and expression.

Then, she (he) reached out and unlocked the cubicle door.

A soft "click" sounded.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) walked out of the cubicle with somewhat awkward steps, but trying her best to imitate the way Su Wanwan walked in her memory.

The women's restroom remained empty. She (or he) walked to the sink and looked at the large, clear mirror.

In the mirror, Su Wanwan was looking at him.

Her smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her features delicate, and a faint blush lingered on her cheeks from the excitement and nervousness of the moment. Two buttons of her white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of fair skin and a hint of cleavage. A navy blue blazer accentuated her slender waist. Beneath her plaid skirt, a pair of long, straight legs encased in sheer black stockings... and on her feet... right, she wasn't wearing shoes.

She (or he) looked down at his bare feet encased in black stockings. His toes curled slightly beneath the stockings.

Among the clothes Su Wanwan "dropped" yesterday, there was only a pair of white leather shoes. But those shoes didn't quite match the JK uniform, and the size might not have been right either.

She (or he) hesitated for a moment. Go out barefoot? No, that would be too strange.

Just as she (he) was struggling with this, footsteps and a girl's voice suddenly came from outside the restroom door!

"Oh, I'm so thirsty! Quick, quick, get me some water..."

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

The voices of two girls came closer, and they were about to push the door open and come in!

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) panicked instantly. She (he) was standing barefoot in the women's restroom; if other girls saw her...

She (or he) instinctively tried to retreat to the cubicle, but it was too late.

The door to the women's restroom was pushed open, and two girls walked in, chatting and laughing.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

The two girls who walked in were instantly recognized by Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) based on the fragments of memory she had acquired that morning—it was Su Wanwan's roommate, Xiaoyu.

The other girl with short hair was probably also a classmate of theirs in the dance department.

Xiaoyu was holding a thermos and screwing on the lid. She looked up and saw "Su Wanwan" standing in front of the sink. She froze for a moment, then her eyes widened instantly.

"Wanwan?!"

——————

"Wanwan?!" Xiaoyu's voice was filled with surprise and a hint of doubt. "What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going to see a performance? And... why are you dressed like this?"

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s heart nearly leaped out of her throat. But she **** herself to calm down, her mind racing to recall the fragmented memories she had gained that morning from her orgasm.

Su Wanwan's tone... the way Su Wanwan spoke to Xiaoyu...

She (or he) took a light breath, and then a slightly surprised, yet somewhat embarrassed, smile naturally appeared on her (or his) face—an expression that Su Wanwan often used, pieced together from fragments of her memory.

"Xiaoyu? It's you." Her (his) voice had completely transformed into Su Wanwan's clear and soft tone, with a touch of perfect surprise. "The performance... was canceled at the last minute. I just wanted to go back to school to change my clothes, but..." She (he) looked down at her bare feet, a blush rising on her cheeks at just the right moment, "I was in such a hurry that I forgot my shoes in the dressing room."

This explanation wasn't perfect, but it fit the "careless girl" persona perfectly. Xiaoyu's doubts faded considerably, replaced by a wry smile: "You're always so forgetful." She took a few steps closer, her gaze sweeping over "Su Wanwan," especially her bare black-stockinged feet, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions.

Only then did Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) have the opportunity to take a closer look at her roommate—or rather, her "own" roommate.

Xiaoyu was slightly shorter than Su Wanwan, about 1.6 meters tall. She had a classic baby face with round eyes, a small nose, and full, red lips. Her shoulder-length hair was tied into two loose braids that hung down her chest, making her look like a high school student. But her figure was a stunning contrast to her youthful face—even in a loose dance training T-shirt, her ample bosom was clearly visible, and it looked to be at least a cup size larger than Su Wanwan's. The hem of the T-shirt was tucked into high-waisted black training shorts, outlining her slender waist. But what was most striking were her legs—encased in pure white over-the-knee stockings, the tops digging into her mid-thighs, leaving shallow marks. The white stockings, probably from just finishing training, clung slightly to her skin, outlining the well-proportioned and firm muscles of her thighs and calves.

Baby face, large breasts, and beautiful legs in white stockings.

The combination of these elements is incredibly impactful. Lin Chen (with his aesthetic sense from when he was a boy) almost instantly "identified" that this was absolutely top-notch.

A stirring of masculine desire quietly surfaced within him, but it was immediately suppressed by the present situation—he was now "Su Wanwan," and couldn't act like a pervert.

"And who is this...?" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) asked politely, looking at the short-haired girl next to Xiaoyu. This person wasn't in her memory fragments; she was probably one of Xiaoyu's other friends.

"Oh, this is my high school classmate, also at our school, in the Economics and Management department, her name is Chen Yan," Xiaoyu introduced, then turned to Chen Yan and said, "This is Wanwan, my roommate."

"Hello." Chen Yan was a rather quiet-looking girl. She nodded to "Su Wanwan" and her gaze lingered curiously on Su Wanwan's bare feet for a moment.

"Hello." Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) nodded in response, her mind racing. Meeting her roommate meant she'd have to adjust her plans.

"By the way, Wanwan," Xiaoyu turned on the tap to get some water and casually asked, "Do you have any plans for this afternoon? Want to have lunch together and then go back to the dorm to rest?"

The opportunity has arrived.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) gave a slightly apologetic look: "Sorry, Xiaoyu, I actually have something to do this afternoon. I've been quite interested in some courses in other departments lately, and I'd like to audit them and take some notes. So I probably won't be in the dance building much during the day for the next few days."

"Huh? Auditing a class?" Xiaoyu was a little surprised. "What class is it?"

"It's...some literature and history stuff," Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) mumbled, then added, "And I might have other activities in the evenings, so...I probably won't be going back to the dorm for the next few nights. I'll have to trouble you to ask my advisor for a few more days off. Just say...say I have some family matters to attend to, or I'm not feeling well?" She (he) used the slightly pleading tone she remembered from Su Wanwan's occasional coquettishness.

Xiaoyu fell for it. Although she was still a little confused, she didn't ask any more questions and nodded, "Okay, you're always so mysterious. I'll take care of the leave. Anyway, the counselor likes you a lot and won't ask any questions. But be careful out there by yourself."

"Okay, thank you Xiaoyu, you're the best!" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) breathed a sigh of relief and, imitating Su Wanwan, affectionately hugged Xiaoyu's shoulder.

In this embrace, their chests inevitably pressed against Xiaoyu's arms. Through the thin fabric of the shirt and coat, they could clearly feel the warmth of Xiaoyu's skin, and... the soft, distorted sensation of their own breasts being squeezed. They could even feel the lines of Xiaoyu's arm muscles, and the faint, girlish scent emanating from her, a mixture of sweat and shower gel.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt a sudden flutter in her heart and quickly let go.

"By the way, how are you going to walk without shoes?" Xiaoyu asked, looking at her bare feet.

Chen Yan then interjected, "I think I have a spare pair of flat shoes in my suitcase. They haven't been worn much, and they're new. The size might be a little large, but it's better than going barefoot. Shall I go get them for you?"

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) nodded quickly: "Thank you so much! You've gone to so much trouble!"

Chen Yan said "You're welcome" and turned to leave the restroom. While she was gone, Xiao Yu leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said with a mischievous smile, "Hey, confess honestly, are you secretly dating someone? Listening to lectures during the day, not coming home at night, and dressed so beautifully..."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) smiled wryly to herself, but deliberately put on a stern face: "What nonsense are you talking about! It's just...it's important!"

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Xiaoyu smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, Chen Yan brought over a pair of low-cut flat shoes, off-white in color, with a simple design. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) tried them on; they were indeed a bit big, but she put some toilet paper in the toe box, so walking in them was still manageable.

"Let's go eat together? I know a new mala tang place opened in Ximen, I heard it's pretty good," Xiaoyu suggested.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) initially wanted to refuse, but then she thought—she was Su Wanwan now, and refusing her roommate's invitation to eat together would seem suspicious. Besides... she was indeed hungry; this body seemed to consume more energy than her original male body.

“Okay.” She (he) nodded.

The three girls walked out of the teaching building together. The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) subconsciously squinted, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her face and body. She (he) was wearing a short skirt, and her beautiful legs in black stockings were exposed to the air, attracting some open and subtle glances from passing boys. This feeling of being followed by the opposite sex was both strange and exciting, causing her (him) to subconsciously straighten her back and walk in a more "feminine" posture.

Xiao Yu and Chen Yan sat beside her (him), one lively and the other quiet, chatting about the fun of dance training and business management courses. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) tried to speak as little as possible, only nodding, smiling, or reacting according to his memory of the personality.

Their gazes, however, kept drifting towards Xiaoyu without them noticing.

Especially her legs encased in white stockings. As Xiaoyu walked, the muscles of her legs, covered in white stockings, swayed rhythmically with her steps, graceful and full of vitality. The faint creases of flesh around the top of the stockings appeared and disappeared with the movement of her thighs, exuding a strange eroticism. And then there were her full breasts, swaying gently with her movements...

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt her throat was a little dry. She could feel that the area below her body seemed slightly wet again—she didn't know if it was the stimulation from walking in stockings or the secret excitement from looking at Xiaoyu's body.

This feels so strange. He's a "girl" now, yet he's experiencing a strong, masculine desire for another girl's body.

Fortunately, the meal went relatively smoothly. She (or he) tried to mimic Su Wanwan's appetite (in his memory, Su Wanwan didn't eat much) and controlled his eating speed. Xiaoyu and Chen Yan chatted enthusiastically, while she (or he) listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

After finishing their meal, Chen Yan went back to her dorm first. Xiao Yu pulled Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) along, saying, "Let's go back to the dorm. Aren't you going out this afternoon? You should go back to get some things, right?"

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt a pang of anxiety. She (he) had never been to Su Wanwan's dormitory and had no idea what it looked like inside. But after Xiaoyu's suggestion, it seemed impossible for him to refuse.

"Um...okay." She (he) could only agree.

The two walked together toward the girls' dormitory area. They encountered many familiar faces along the way, all girls from the dance department, who greeted "Su Wanwan." Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) responded to each one from memory, trying her best not to give herself away.

Finally, we arrived at the dormitory building. I swiped my card to enter, climbed to the third floor, and stopped in front of room 307.

Xiaoyu took out her keys and opened the door.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) stood behind her, his heart pounding again. The moment the door opened, a scent mixed with a faint fragrance and the unique aroma of a girls' dormitory wafted out.

The room wasn't big, a standard four-person room, but only two people were staying there—Su Wanwan and Xiaoyu. The other two beds were empty, piled with some miscellaneous items.

The room was very tidy. There were two beds by the window, one with a bunk bed and a desk underneath, and the other a regular single bed. Xiaoyu pointed to the bunk bed with the desk underneath: "You sleep on the top one, I'll sleep on the bottom one."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) nodded, her gaze quickly sweeping across the room.

Su Wanwan's desk was very tidy, with books neatly arranged, a simple white desk lamp, a small potted plant, a vanity mirror, and some skincare products on it. On the wall were several posters of dance performances and a few photos of her with friends (including Xiaoyu).

The single bed (Xiaoyu's) has a more homely feel, with two plush toys piled on it and some small ornaments hanging on the headboard.

"What do you need? Hurry up, I need to take a shower and change clothes later, and I have rehearsal this afternoon," Xiaoyu said as she took off her coat.

She was only wearing a training T-shirt and shorts, which made her ample breasts even more striking. White stockings clung tightly to her legs, and the snow-white rims at the top of the stockings, which accentuated the slight indentation in her thighs, were dazzlingly white in the afternoon sun.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) gasped, quickly averting her gaze. She pretended to walk to "herself's" desk, opening a drawer and rummaging through it, mumbling, "Just...get a notebook and a pen..."

Their minds raced. What to do next? Should they really continue living as Su Wanwan? If they didn't come home to sleep tonight, where would they go? The leather knife and men's clothing were still hidden in the women's restroom...

Just then, their gaze inadvertently fell on an inconspicuous little box in the corner of the desk. The box was half-open, revealing several... different colored stockings?

There was also a small vibrating egg with a remote control next to it.

Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) pupils dilated slightly.

——————

Seeing "Su Wanwan" standing in front of the desk in a daze, her eyes fixed on the corner of the drawer, Xiaoyu couldn't help but chuckle: "What are you doing? Have you forgotten where you put your things?"

She walked over to Lin Chen (Su Wanwan), peeked into the drawer, and suddenly realized what she might be looking at. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly reached out to close the small box: "Don't, don't look..."

But Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was faster. She (he) gently pressed down on Xiaoyu's hand, while her other hand reached into the drawer, her fingertips hooking a black lace-trimmed garter belt in the box—very thin, very delicate, with a small bow in the middle.

Xiaoyu's hand was held down by him, and a warm sensation came from where their skin touched. She paused, looked up at "Su Wanwan," her eyes filled with confusion and panic: "Wanwan...you..."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) didn't speak, she just looked at her.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the window, casting a soft, warm golden glow on Xiaoyu's baby face. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness. Her lips, glistening with the hot soup she had just drunk, were still moist. But what was most striking were the high, firm curves of her breasts beneath her tight-fitting training t-shirt, rising and falling gently with her slightly rapid breathing.

A youthful face, large breasts, cheeks flushed with shyness, and long, shapely legs encased in white stockings.

Lin Chen (when he was Lin Chen) had never observed a girl so closely, especially such an exceptional girl. And now, he could not only look at her, but also touch her.

An impulse, a mixture of male desire for conquest and a strange sense of intimacy stemming from his current identity as "Su Wanwan," surged up suddenly.

She (or he) released her hand from Xiaoyu's grasp, but the hand did not retract; instead, it slid slowly upwards along Xiaoyu's arm.

Xiaoyu stiffened slightly: "Wanwan...?"

His fingertips glided across her elbow, over her upper arm, and finally rested gently on Xiaoyu's shoulder. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) leaned slightly closer to her. She (he) could smell the faint scent of sweat (from just finishing training) and the fragrance of shower gel on Xiaoyu's body, along with a sweet, unique fragrance of a young girl.

“Xiaoyu,” she (he) said, her voice lowered, with a slightly ambiguous husky tone that Su Wanwan didn’t usually have, “Your breasts…are really big.”

"Huh?" Xiaoyu's face turned even redder, and she subconsciously tried to back away, but her shoulder was gently pressed down, and she couldn't move. She looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face in front of her—it was still Wanwan's face, but her eyes... her eyes seemed a little different, deeper, hotter, carrying something she couldn't understand, yet it made her heart race.

“Yesterday…yesterday you asked me what breast enhancement secret I used?” Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) continued, raising her other hand and gently touching the tip of her index finger to the top of Xiaoyu’s high, arched breasts under her T-shirt, pressing on the slightly raised dot through a thin layer of cotton fabric.

"Ugh!" Xiaoyu shuddered, as if she had been electrocuted, and her eyes widened instantly.

"Just kidding," Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) said, applying slight pressure with her fingertips as she drew circles through the fabric. "There's no secret recipe. But yours... must feel really good, right?"

Xiaoyu was completely stunned. She and Wanwan were very close; they had changed clothes and showered together before, and it was normal for them to joke around and exchange slightly suggestive remarks. But this... this direct, ambiguous, and obviously provocative touch and words were something she had never experienced before.

"Wanwan...stop it..." Her voice trembled slightly, whether from shyness or something else, she couldn't tell. She tried to push the hand away, but her body seemed powerless.

This half-hearted reaction only fueled Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) desire. No longer satisfied with just looking through her clothes, her fingers began to slide down, slipping inside the hem of her T-shirt.

When her fingertips touched the flat, firm skin of her abdomen, Xiaoyu gasped, "Wait, wait a minute—!"

But Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) didn't stop. His palm moved upwards along the warm skin, his fingertips tracing the ribs, feeling the delicate texture of the girl's body and her slight trembling. Finally, his palm covered a mass of astonishing softness and fullness that was difficult to grasp.

For a moment, both of them froze.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could clearly feel the warmth, heavy weight, and amazing elasticity of that breast in her palm. The nipple at the tip had already hardened and stood erect, pressing against her palm like a ripe cherry.

Xiaoyu's mind went blank, and her body stiffened as if she had been electrocuted. She could feel that hand that didn't belong to her covering one of her most private and sensitive areas, kneading and grasping it wantonly. The weight, the shape, the temperature... were unfamiliar and made her tremble.

“Look,” Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) whispered in her ear, his breath warm, “Am I right? The feel… is amazing.”

Before the words were even finished, their fingers began to move. Their thumb and forefinger precisely located the erect nipple, and through the thin layer of underwear (Xiaoyu was wearing a sports bra under her training clothes), they began to twist and pull it.

"Ah...!" Xiaoyu finally couldn't help but let out a short scream, her body jerking backward as she tried to break free.

But Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and pull her into his embrace. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could feel his equally soft breasts being squeezed against Xiaoyu's chest, deformed and rubbed. Xiaoyu's thin cotton T-shirt was already crumpled and wrinkled, clearly outlining the shape of the hands that had violated it.

"Wanwan...no...we...this isn't right..." Xiaoyu's voice trembled with tears, but her struggles inexplicably weakened. She placed her hands on "Su Wanwan's" chest, but couldn't muster the strength to push her away.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) slipped her other hand under the hem of her T-shirt, covering the other full breast. Both hands kneaded it forcefully, enjoying the exquisite sensation of the two plump mounds deforming and overflowing between her fingers. "Aren't we best friends? It's normal for best friends to help each other out, right?"

As she (or he) spoke, she lowered her head and, through the fabric of her T-shirt, took Xiaoyu's prominent nipple into her mouth.

"Ugh—!" Xiaoyu's body trembled violently, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) put his arm around her waist and pulled her back a few steps, until they both fell onto Xiaoyu's single bed piled with dolls.

The mattress creaked slightly. The two lay on the bed, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) on top and Xiao Yu on the bottom, their bodies still pressed tightly together.

Xiaoyu lay on her back on the bed, her eyes wet as she looked at her "friend" who was pressing down on her. Her T-shirt was pulled up above her chest, revealing a section of her snow-white, slender waist and her black sports bra. The bra was already crumpled and askew, with most of her snow-white breast exposed to the air, the pink nipple at the tip hard and swollen from the previous playing.

Looking at the beautiful scenery before her, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s breathing became heavy. She (he) no longer used clothing as a barrier, but instead lowered her head and opened her mouth to take the erect nipple exposed to the air into her mouth.

"Ah! Ugh..." Xiaoyu's scream was muffled by the back of her hand, turning into a suppressed sob. The wet, hot tongue curled around her sensitive nipple, sucking, licking, and gently biting, the stimulation being more than ten times stronger than before through her clothes. Waves of heat surged from deep within her lower abdomen, and she felt that the area between her legs was already soaked through the thin lining of her training shorts.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) continued to knead the softness on the other side with one hand, while the other hand slid down Xiaoyu's flat abdomen.

My fingertips traced my navel, then the edge of the elastic band on my shorts, and then—

He reached between her thighs.

Through the training shorts and underwear already soaked with love fluid, my fingertips pressed precisely on that soft, full hollow.

"No...there...no..." Xiaoyu squeezed her legs together tightly, but it was too late. The gap between her legs was wide enough for a finger to slip inside. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) pressed her fingertips against the most sensitive area through the soaked fabric, slowly circling and rubbing.

Xiaoyu's resistance completely collapsed. She released her hand from her mouth and instead gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the ****. She bit her lip, but broken moans still escaped between her teeth: "Mmm...ah...Wanwan...mmm..."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) looked up at Xiaoyu, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were glazed. She (he) could feel that his lower body was also soaked, the crotch of his stockings was wet and sticky, and his labia were swollen and engorged, craving more direct touch.

"Xiaoyu," she (he) panted, her fingers rubbing faster through the fabric, "would you like... to feel more comfortable?"

Xiaoyu looked at her through teary eyes, her gaze filled with struggle, shame, and a burning desire she herself was unaware of. She neither nodded nor shook her head, her body trembling slightly.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) took this as tacit consent. She (he) withdrew her mouth from the nipple and instead kissed Xiaoyu's lips.

Xiaoyu's body stiffened abruptly, but quickly, as that nimble tongue pried open her teeth and probed inside, she responded awkwardly and tentatively. Their lips and tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva and breaths.

At the same time, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s hands were no longer satisfied with rubbing against the clothes. She (he) skillfully unbuttoned Xiaoyu's training shorts, pulled down the zipper, and dragged them down to her knees, along with her underwear.

That mysterious triangle was completely exposed to the air. The pubic hair was a light brown and neatly trimmed. The two full labia were slightly parted due to engorgement, revealing the moist and pink interior inside, and the small fleshy bud at the tip (clitoris) was fully erect and protruding, like a ripe red bean.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s breath hitched. She (he) had only ever seen such scenes in pornographic films and erotic novels before, but now, a real, vibrant, fully blossoming young girl's private parts, wet with juices from her touch, were right before her eyes.

Without further hesitation, she (or he) knelt down and bent over—

He licked it directly with his tongue.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Xiaoyu let out a short scream, her waist arching sharply. A wet, soft tongue made direct contact with her most sensitive clitoris and labia, the stimulation a hundred times more intense than fingers through the fabric. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) tasted the sweetest honey, tracing the shape of the two petals with the tip of her tongue, then finding the hard clitoris at the tip and beginning to lick and suck it rapidly.

"No...it's too...too stimulating...ah...haa..." Xiaoyu's voice was choked with sobs. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) shoulders held them open, leaving them helplessly spread apart. Her fingers dug into "Su Wanwan's" black hair, whether she wanted to push it away or press it tighter, it was unclear.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could taste the salty, slightly sweet liquid that kept secreting as she licked. This taste didn't make her (him) uncomfortable; instead, it further stimulated her (him) desire. Her (him) tongue went deeper, probing into the moist, tight entrance, mimicking thrusting movements in and out, swirling around.

And she herself (Su Wanwan's body) was already aroused. The crotch of her black stockings was wet and pressed tightly against her vulva, and every time her knees rubbed against the sheets, it brought a clear stimulation. One of her (his) hands also unconsciously reached under her skirt, pressing hard on her equally sensitive and swollen vulva through the wet black stockings and her already soaked panties (was she (he) wearing underwear underneath? It seems not...).

For a moment, the small dormitory room was filled only with heavy breathing, the wet licking sounds, and the slight shaking of the bed.

Xiaoyu's body began to tremble violently, and her voice became broken and incoherent: "I'm...I'm going to...Wanwan...I...Ahhh—!"

She suddenly tensed her body, clamping her legs tightly around Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) head, and a warm liquid gushed out from deep within her flower, splashing onto Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) face and chin.

The afterglow of the climax left her limp, lying on the bed panting heavily, her eyes unfocused.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was also panting, raising his face covered in love fluid. Looking at Xiaoyu's dazed appearance after her orgasm, he felt the same surging desire and heat in his own body. Without hesitation, he grabbed Xiaoyu's weak hand, stuffed it under his skirt, and pressed it against her soaked black stockings.

"Xiaoyu...help me..." Her (his) voice was hoarse, trembling with desire.

When Xiaoyu's fingers touched the warm, wet mound tightly wrapped in stockings, she flinched slightly. But soon, under that yearning gaze, she awkwardly, through the slippery stockings, found the equally slippery, slightly open entrance.

Two fingers were carefully inserted.

"Mmm...!" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) let out a satisfied sigh, her waist involuntarily thrusting forward. A tight, warm, and moist sensation immediately enveloped her. Xiaoyu's fingers were thinner and softer than her own (as a man's), and the angle and sensation of entry were completely different.

She (or he) guided Xiaoyu's hand, beginning a slow thrusting motion, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris through her stockings. Under this dual stimulation, pleasure accumulated rapidly.

Not long after, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s body suddenly tensed up, the muscles of her thighs wrapped in black stockings trembled violently, and a surge of heat gushed out from deep within, soaking Xiaoyu's fingers and the already wet black stockings under her skirt.

She also reached her climax.

The two women, as if all their strength had been drained, collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. The room was filled with a rich, mingled scent of two different young women's fragrances and an aura of desire. The sunlight remained warm, streaming through the window and falling on their sweat-drenched bodies.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoyu finally stirred, turning her head to look at "Su Wanwan" lying beside her. Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: confusion, shame, and a hint of...strange feelings.

"Wanwan...we..."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) also turned his head to look at her. Only now did she (he) truly have the mind to carefully examine this doll-like face so close to his. Her cheeks were flushed from the climax, her eyes were watery and hazy, her lips were slightly swollen, and her full breasts, still exposed to the air, their tips swollen and red...

"Should we skip the afternoon rehearsal?" she (or he) began, her voice still a little hoarse.

Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then subconsciously checked the time—it was already past the meeting time.

"But..."

“Just say you’re not feeling well,” Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) said, reaching out to gently pull Xiaoyu’s shoulder close, letting her lean against him. Their bare upper bodies pressed together, their soft breasts pressing against each other, creating a comfortable sensation. “We’ll just rest in the dorm. I’m so tired…”

Feeling the warmth and familiar, reassuring aura emanating from her "friend," Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. She took out her phone, sent a message to the classmate in charge of rehearsals, and then turned off the screen.

The two lay there, embracing, on the bed they had made a mess of. Clothes were scattered on the floor, and the air was still thick with the scent of passion, but the exhaustion after their climax and a strange sense of intimacy made them not want to think about anything for the time being.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) held the soft and fragrant Xiaoyu in his arms, one hand unconsciously resting on her smooth back, while the other hand reached for his phone and glanced at the time.

3:17 PM.

She (or he) closed her eyes, preparing to take a long, deep nap in this tired yet satisfied female body.

As for where to sleep tonight and what to do tomorrow... let's talk about those questions after we wake up.

——————

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the girls' dormitory in a warm golden light. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) and Xiao Yu, who had slept in each other's arms all afternoon, were only now slowly waking up.

Xiao Yu curled up in her (his) arms like a kitten, breathing evenly. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) carefully pulled out his arm, which had gone numb from being pressed down, and quietly got out of bed.

The clothes scattered on the ground were a reminder of the crazy "lesbian scene" that afternoon. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) bent down to pick up her JK skirt and jacket and put them on, then covered the still sleeping Xiaoyu with a blanket to cover her alluring body.

Walking to the desk, she (or he) picked up the phone belonging to "Su Wanwan." After unlocking it, looking at the unfamiliar interface and social media apps, she (or he) hesitated for a moment, but still opened the green messaging app.

A password is required to log in.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) thought for a moment and tried to input a few numbers pieced together from fragments of memory—Su Wanwan's birthday. No.

She tried the days when she and Xiaoyu were roommates again, and that's right.

The interface loaded, and the contact list didn't have many people; they were mostly friends and family from the dance department, with Xiaoyu pinned at the top. She (or he) scrolled through and found Su Wanwan's class group, then clicked on a contact named "Zhang Yuhan"—it looked like Lao Zhang had persistently added her before, but Su Wanwan hadn't paid much attention to it.

She (or he) logged out of Su Wanwan's account and logged back into their own QQ account.

Enter your account, password, swipe to verify... the familiar interface pops up. At the top of the contact list, Lao Zhang's avatar (a cute anime girl) is lit up, showing he's online.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) smiled mischievously.

She (or he) typed quickly and sent.

[Lin Chen]: Old Zhang, are you there?

The other party replied almost instantly.

[Old Zhang]: ? Did it come back to life? Where did it go all afternoon?

[Lin Chen]: Hehe, I've prepared a big surprise for you. 8:00 sharp, at the third bench by the lake in the east area of ​​the school, see you there!

[Old Zhang]: ? ? ? What the hell? What are you up to?

[Lin Chen]: You'll see when you get here. Oh, and remember to dress smartly; you might have a romantic encounter! (winking emoji)

[Old Zhang]: ...Speak like a human being!

[Lin Chen]: Eight o'clock, don't be late. No surprises if you're late. I'm logging off.

After posting this, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) immediately logged out of his own account and switched back to Su Wanwan's account. She (he) could imagine Old Zhang scratching his head and looking somewhat expectant on the other side of the screen—after all, the word "romantic encounter" was too tempting for Old Zhang, who had been single for twenty years and always craved beautiful women.

She (or he) put the phone back in her skirt pocket, her gaze falling on the small box on the desk.

The small, pink vibrator lay quietly next to several pairs of stockings, with a small black remote control beside it.

A bolder, more wicked idea popped into my head.

She (or he) picked up the vibrator and remote control. The vibrator was smaller than expected, with a smooth surface and a thin wire connecting a small battery and a switch (currently off) at one end. The remote control was even smaller, with only a switch and a few buttons for adjusting the settings.

She (or he) walked to the full-length mirror and lifted up her JK short skirt.

Black stockings covered her thighs, and the crotch area was still slightly damp from the afternoon's passion. She (he) reached out, found the thin slit through the stockings, and then hooked her fingertips around the edge of the stockings, gently tearing open a small hole.

The vibrator slid smoothly into the small opening, its cool touch brushing against the moist labia and the skin at the entrance. She (he) carefully adjusted its position, positioning the tip just between the two full labia, pressing against the sensitive little opening. Then, loosening the edge of the stockings, the highly elastic stockings immediately snapped back, tightly enveloping and securing the vibrator in that hidden spot.

She could feel that small, cold foreign object pressed tightly against her most sensitive little fleshy spot (through thin stockings) and the moist opening of her vagina.

She (he) pressed the lowest setting on the remote control.

A very subtle, almost imperceptible vibration came, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. But that spot was too sensitive; even the slightest vibration brought a tingling, itchy sensation, causing his (her) lower abdomen to tighten.

She (or he) quickly turned it off. It can't start now.

I glanced at the time; it was 7:30. Time to go.

Before leaving, she (or he) glanced at Xiaoyu, who was still fast asleep, and quietly closed the door.

***

The benches along the lake in the East Campus are a popular spot for couples to go on dates and for single people to feed the mosquitoes. At eight o'clock sharp, the sky had already darkened, and the streetlights had just come on, casting shimmering light on the lake.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) saw Lao Zhang from afar.

He was indeed "dressed more smartly"—he had changed into a light-colored shirt that he rarely wore, and his hair seemed to have been combed a little. He was standing nervously next to the third bench, his eyes constantly looking around, and he was holding a can of iced cola that he had just bought, taking sips from time to time, as if to relieve his tension.

He was waiting for the possible "romantic encounter" that "Lin Chen" had mentioned.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) took a deep breath, adjusted her expression and posture, and stepped out from the shadows of the trees with the light and rhythmic steps that Su Wanwan had in her memory, wearing flat shoes that didn't fit her very well.

The streetlight shone on her.

Long black hair, a fair and delicate face, a navy blue blazer, and a white shirt with the collar open, revealing her delicate collarbone. Beneath the plaid skirt, a pair of legs encased in thin black stockings were straight and long, gleaming with an alluring matte sheen under the light.

Old Zhang's eyes caught the figure almost immediately, and then—froze.

He nearly dropped the can of cola in his hand, his mouth slightly agape, frozen in place as if struck by lightning. The rapid change in his expression, from initial amazement and disbelief to shock and helplessness upon recognizing the person, almost made Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) nearby burst out laughing.

She (or he) suppressed a laugh, walked to the bench, and stopped about a meter away from Old Zhang.

"Zhang...Yuhan?" she (he) spoke, her voice clear and soft, unique to Su Wanwan, carrying just the right amount of politeness and a hint of doubt, "What...are you doing here?"

Old Zhang's face flushed crimson, even the tips of his ears turned bright red. He hurriedly placed the Coke can on the bench, then, as if realizing it wasn't appropriate, quickly picked it up again, stammering, "Su...Su Wanwan? I...I'm waiting for someone. You...you too..."

He clearly didn't connect the Su Wanwan in front of him with the "surprise Lin Chen mentioned." After all, one was the unattainable beauty of the department, and the other was his best friend and introverted roommate—how could the two possibly have anything in common?

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface she only smiled slightly: "What a coincidence, I'm also waiting for someone." She (he) paused, her gaze falling on the cola in Lao Zhang's hand, "But it seems that the person I'm waiting for may not be coming."

"Ah...that's really unfortunate." Old Zhang didn't dare to look her in the eye. His gaze wandered, sometimes looking at the lake, sometimes at the tips of his shoes, and occasionally quickly sweeping over her legs covered in black stockings, only to look away as if he had been burned.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) sat down next to him, but kept a little distance.

Old Zhang's body tensed noticeably, and even his breathing became shallow. An awkwardness and a subtle tension filled the air.

“Zhang Yuhan,” Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) broke the silence, turning her head to look at him, “I heard… you often watch me dance?”

Old Zhang's face turned even redder, and he almost choked on his own saliva: "No, not often! I've only... only seen it a few times, at the welcome party, and... and the last talent show..." He explained incoherently, completely lacking the composure he usually displayed in the dormitory or behind the internet when boasting about his "sharp eye" and "first-class appreciation."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt an overwhelming sense of superiority and control. She (he) moved slightly closer to Old Zhang.

The distance between the two had shrunk to less than half a meter. The girl's faint fragrance (a mixture of the lingering shower gel from the afternoon, Xiaoyu's body scent, and a hint of her own sweet, fishy scent when she was aroused) wafted into Lao Zhang's nostrils.

Old Zhang's body was as stiff as a stone; he didn't even dare to turn his neck.

"Really?" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s voice softened further, with a hint of amusement. "Then... what do you think of my dancing?"

"Very, very good! Excellent! Especially, especially amazing!" Old Zhang praised almost reflexively, his voice even changing tone.

Looking at his innocent virgin appearance, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) recalled how he usually talked eloquently about pictures of beautiful women on his phone in the dormitory, even saying things like "this type of leg shape is perfect for doggy style" and "this type of breast looks soft." It was as if he were a completely different person.

It's both laughable and pathetic.

She (or he) decided to add fuel to the fire.

“Oh, right,” she (he) suddenly raised her hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. This gesture caused her body to lean slightly towards Lao Zhang, inevitably revealing more of her fair skin and the edge of a deep cleavage through the open collar of her shirt. “The shirt you’re wearing today…it looks really good. I rarely see you dressed like this.”

Old Zhang's gaze involuntarily followed the slender, fair hand, then inevitably swept over the alluring scenery. He abruptly averted his eyes as if burned, his throat bobbing violently, his voice dry as if he hadn't drunk water for days: "Th-thank you..."

Just then, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) quietly reached into her skirt pocket and touched the small remote control. She gently flicked it with her thumb, turning up the vibrator's setting.

Buzz—

A much stronger vibration than before suddenly emanated from the little thing between his legs, tightly wrapped in stockings and pressed against his most sensitive area!

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) trembled slightly, almost losing control of her expression. The vibration acted directly on her clitoris and the area around her vaginal opening, bringing a strong, sudden tingling and soreness. A surge of heat instantly welled up from deep within her body, soaking the vibrator shell and the surrounding stockings.

"Mmm..." She (he) gently bit her lower lip, letting out a barely audible groan, and her cheeks quickly flushed red.

"What's wrong with you?" Old Zhang immediately noticed her (his) abnormality and finally dared to turn his face to look at her, his eyes filled with worry and tension.

"N-nothing," Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) **** herself to calm down, but her breathing was already a little erratic. "It's just... a little hot."

As she (or he) spoke, she (or he) fanned herself with her hand, causing her collar to open a little wider.

Old Zhang's gaze was drawn once again, but this time he lingered a little longer. In addition to his infatuation, his eyes also held a hint of a restlessness stirred by the scene before him that he was unaware of.

He secretly swallowed, his gaze involuntarily drifting to those legs, which appeared exceptionally long and straight under the black stockings, pressed together.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could feel the "caress" of Lao Zhang's gaze, which made the stimulation between her legs even more intense. She (he) quietly turned the remote control up another level.

A stronger tremor!

This time, the pleasure from the vibration was more direct and intense, like countless tiny ants gnawing at the most sensitive spot. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could feel her vagina beginning to contract slightly and uncontrollably, with more love fluid secreted, soaking the small vibrating egg. The area around the crotch of her stockings had become hot and sticky.

She (or he) had to squeeze her legs together even tighter to barely suppress the urge to twist her body and rub between her legs. Her breathing became more rapid, and her chest heaved more, revealing glimpses of the white skin beneath her shirt collar with each breath.

Old Zhang clearly noticed that something was wrong with her (him). Her face was abnormally red, her eyes were watery and unfocused, and although her breathing was soft, it could still be faintly heard by the quiet lakeside.

"Are you...are you really alright?" Old Zhang's voice was hoarse; he felt a fire burning within him. Before him sat the girl he had longed for, the most beautiful girl in his department, wearing alluring black stockings and a short skirt that revealed her cleavage, her face flushed, her breath unsteady...

No normal man could remain unmoved at this moment.

He could feel his pants getting tighter, and a certain part of him was uncontrollably rising. This made him even more embarrassed and helpless.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) looked at Lao Zhang, who was clearly aroused but was trying to suppress his desires, his face flushed, and she felt a mischievous pleasure and a sense of control that almost overflowed in her heart.

She (or he) quietly turned the remote control to its highest setting.

Buzz!

A frenzied, violent vibration exploded from between her legs! It was no longer like a vibration, but more like a high-frequency, continuous electric shock, fiercely stimulating the most dense nerve endings around the clitoris and vaginal opening!

"Ah!" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) finally couldn't help but let out a short scream, her body arching forward abruptly, her hands instinctively gripping the edge of the bench, her fingertips turning white from the ****. Her legs clenched tightly together, her toes curling up inside her shoes.

An even stronger surge of heat welled up from the depths of her flower core. She could feel that the area around the crotch of the stockings was already soaked through, clinging tightly and slipperily to her most sensitive spot.

And she herself was already on the verge of climax. The muscles inside her vagina were spasming and contracting wildly, yearning to be filled, yearning for release. That tingling, itchy, and intense pleasure, hovering at the edge, was almost consuming her reason.

Old Zhang panicked completely. He jumped to his feet, looking at her helplessly: "Su Wanwan! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the infirmary?!"

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) gritted her teeth and used all her strength to prevent herself from having an orgasm on the spot. Her hands trembled as she reached for the remote control and forcefully turned it off.

The frenzied vibrations stopped, but the aftershocks of pleasure still lingered in their bodies, leaving them weak and almost collapsing onto the bench.

She (or he) gasped for breath, looked up at Old Zhang, whose face was filled with anxiety and worry (mixed with physiological agitation), and **** a weak smile:

"N-nothing... I might have low blood sugar. I... I'll just rest for a bit."

Old Zhang wanted to say something, but Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) had already stood up unsteadily, supporting herself on the handrail. She had to leave immediately; if she stayed any longer, she (he) was afraid she would really lose control on the spot—whether it was having an orgasm or laughing out loud.

"I...I should go back now." Her (his) voice was still trembling. "Zhang Yuhan, thank you...for sitting with me for a while. Today...I had a very happy day."

Before Lao Zhang could react, she (or he) turned around and, almost fleeing, walked quickly in the opposite direction from the dormitory area. They needed to find a secluded spot and take care of this immediately!

Old Zhang stood there, stunned, watching the slender figure disappear quickly into the shadows of the trees. A gentle evening breeze blew, and the air seemed to still carry her lingering fragrance.

He looked down at his still "spirited" lower body, then at the lonely, no longer-cold can of cola on the bench, his mind a jumbled mess.

A surprise? Is this the "surprise" Lin Chen was talking about?

He met Su Wanwan, and...and even spent time with her up close? Although the process was bizarre and agonizing, but...

He took out his phone, intending to send a message to Lin Chen, but his finger froze in mid-air.

Forget it, I won't get any information out of you.

He put away his phone, glanced again in the direction Su Wanwan had left, and felt a strange mix of restlessness and loss, which made him scratch his head in frustration.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan), clutching her wet and slightly spasming lower body, staggered into the depths of the lakeside woods, into a corner of an abandoned, unlit old pavilion, barely suppressing the groans that threatened to burst from her throat.

Leaning against the cold stone pillar, she (or he) slid down to the ground, unable to restrain herself any longer. With trembling hands, she reached under her skirt, tore open the soaked, sticky stockings, and violently pulled out the vibrating egg, which was already saturated with love juice.

Then, she (he) thrust two fingers deep into the already wet and thirsty opening of the vagina!

There was almost no foreplay, just a few rough, rapid thrusts, until the knuckles scraped heavily against a certain protrusion—

"Aaaaaah—!"

A silent scream exploded in her (his) mind. Her (his) body tensed up abruptly, her (his) legs trembled violently, and a gushing, incredibly abundant, clear liquid, like a small waterfall, erupted from the depths of her flower!

"Pfft...drizzling..."

The vaginal fluid traced a glistening arc in the dim light, splashing onto the ground in front of her (him) and forming a small puddle. A rich, sweet, feminine scent instantly filled the air.

The climax lasted for more than ten seconds before Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Looking at the still slightly reflective pool of their own liquid on the ground, feeling the lingering, tingling sensation deep within their body, they couldn't help but grin upwards.

Cool.

That was awesome.

He toyed with Old Zhang, watching his embarrassed and innocent state, and then hid here alone, using the body he was most obsessed with to reach such an intense climax...

She (or he) slowly sat up, wiped the sweat and tears from her face (it was unclear whether they came from pleasure or laughter), and straightened her disheveled clothes and soaked stockings.

Then, she (he) took out her phone and logged into her QQ account again.

Sure enough, Lao Zhang sent a message: "[?? Where are you? What's the surprise? I fucking ran into Su Wanwan by the lake! You know what?! Su Wanwan!]"

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) laughed out loud and quickly typed a reply.

[Lin Chen]: How was it? Surprised? How did it feel to get up close and personal with the most beautiful girl in the department?

[Old Zhang]: ...I feel like I'm going to die. She seemed unwell and suddenly left; I didn't even dare ask for her WeChat. What the hell are you doing?

[Lin Chen]: There will be another chance next time. You did well today and didn't embarrass your brothers.

After sending this message, she (or he) went offline again.

She stood up, her legs still weak. She (or he) picked up the vibrator, wiped it with a tissue, and stuffed it back into his skirt pocket. He also put away the remote control.

She (or he) took one last look at the small puddle on the ground, turned and walked out of the pavilion, disappearing into the deeper night.

——————

The afterglow of the climax still lingered deep within her body, like ripples spreading across water, sending tingling sensations through her sensitive nerve endings. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) leaned against the cold stone pillar, almost completely exhausted, her chest heaving violently, her legs, encased in black stockings, trembling slightly.

Just then, a faint but continuous vibration came from under my buttocks.

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

With an extremely slight rhythm, through the thin stockings and the soaked fabric of the skirt, it gently tapped the perineum and buttocks, which were especially sensitive after the orgasm.

For a moment, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) thought it was just her imagination due to excessive excitement, or that the vibrating egg between her legs hadn't been completely turned off. She (he) subconsciously reached under her skirt and touched the wet, limp vibrating egg that had completely stopped working.

No, it's not that.

The vibration continued, and it seemed... to be coming from the pocket on her (his) side hip?

pocket?

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) blinked blankly, her mind, dulled by lust, struggling to process what she had just realized—she (Su Wanwan's identity) had slipped her phone into the side pocket of her skirt when she left the house! And just now, to make it easier to contact Lao Zhang, she (he) switched back to her own QQ account, but the phone itself was still Su Wanwan's!

A vibration… Is someone sending a message to Su Wanwan's phone? No, it's unlikely that Su Wanwan's friend would send a message at this time. Then…

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

She (or he) hurriedly pulled his hand out from under the wet, muddy skirt, not caring that his fingertips were still sticky with the love fluid, and quickly pulled out his phone from the side pocket.

The screen is on.

On the lock screen, a barrage of QQ message notifications was popping up, almost filling the entire screen. The sender's avatar at the very top was none other than Lao Zhang's anime-style girl profile picture, accompanied by the three words: "[Stupid Roommate]".

Buzz—

Another new message came in, and her phone vibrated again. This time, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) clearly felt the subtle, buzzing vibrations, which penetrated through her thin lace panties (she (he) had taken them off after their tryst with Xiaoyu that afternoon because they were uncomfortable, and now she was only wearing thin black lace-trimmed panties, and then black stockings) and the wet, slippery stockings that were already soaked with her vaginal fluids and clung tightly to her buttocks, precisely reaching her extremely sensitive, slightly twitching vulva and perineum after her orgasm.

"Mmm..." A short, slightly surprised, and even somewhat pleasurable moan escaped her (his) throat, and her thighs unconsciously tightened a little more. The vibration... was much weaker than a vibrating egg, but precisely because of its weakness, coupled with its position right under her buttocks, it had a kind of tormenting, teasing itch.

With slightly trembling fingers, she (or he) unlocked the phone—using Su Wanwan's account and password.

The page redirected directly to QQ. The pinned contact was none other than "[Idiot Roommate (Note: Lao Zhang)]", and at that moment, the chat box was filled with dense text bubbles, like a group of fish bubbles scrambling to burst out.

The latest messages are displayed at the bottom of the screen, with timestamps showing the last few messages:

[Idiot roommate]: Where are you? Answer me! I'm so worried, I can't sleep tonight!

Scroll up, and the records appear like a waterfall:

[Idiot Roommate]: I'm impressed, Lin Chen, you're really my brother! (Half an hour ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: Do you know who I just bumped into?! Su Wanwan! The real Su Wanwan! Sitting right next to me! Less than half a meter away! (29 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: She was wearing black stockings! A short skirt! Holy crap, those legs were amazing, and she was right next to me, I almost couldn't resist touching them... (Of course I didn't! I resisted!) (28 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: She even talked to me! She complimented my shirt! I've never been so nervous in my life, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest! (27 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: But she seemed a bit unwell later, her face was really red, and she was breathing quite heavily, then she left... Do you think she might also... have a crush on me? (25 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: Of course! Otherwise, why would she sit so close to me? And even strike up a conversation? And blush? (24 minutes ago)

[Idiot Roommate]: I think I'm finally going to find a girlfriend! The most beautiful girl in the dance department! Black stockings and gorgeous legs! I'll lick her... (omitted several obscene characters) (23 minutes ago)

[Idiot Roommate]: Hey? Say something! Stop playing dead! Are you jealous or envious? (22 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Once I really get you, I'll treat you to dinner. (21 minutes ago)

[Stupid Roommate]: But seriously, the way she walked away... tsk tsk, the way she swayed her waist, the way her legs went weak... (20 minutes ago)

……

Messages kept popping up, and the phone vibrated several more times in her (his) palm. With each vibration, that subtle, ticklish pleasure traveled along the sensitive nerves in her buttocks and legs, teasing her body, which was still not completely calm.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) stared at the screen filled with excited, boastful, self-absorbed, and even fantasizing messages. She paused for a few seconds, then…

"Pfft... Hahaha..."

A suppressed, panting laugh escaped from the throat. She (he) covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently as she tried to hold back her laughter.

That's interesting, so interesting!

That idiot Zhang! He had no idea that the "beauty of the department" he fantasized about, who was "interested in him," "blushed," "had her legs go weak," and "swayed her hips," was actually his best friend and roommate, with whom he ate instant noodles and played games every day! He also didn't know that the so-called "blushing," "heart-pounding," and "legs going weak" were actually his best friend and roommate's physiological reactions when he was teasing him with a remote-controlled vibrator, bringing himself to the brink of orgasm!

Still looking for a partner? Still licking someone's boots?

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) almost laughed until she cried. The lingering pleasure of her orgasm and the mental pleasure brought by the absurd and comical reality at this moment intertwined, forming a strange and dizzying excitement.

She (or he) looked down at her hands—fair and delicate, with slender fingers and a light coat of clear nail polish. These were Su Wanwan's hands, which had just been used to undress her roommate in the women's restroom and to manipulate herself with a remote control by the lake until she was in ecstasy. Now, however, she was holding her phone, watching another "self" fantasize about "her" on the screen.

A strong desire welled up within me to see with my own eyes how Old Zhang was boasting so enthusiastically.

We can't let this good show go to waste.

She (or he) took a few deep breaths to calm herself and her emotions. Then, she (or he) leaned against a stone pillar and slowly, her legs a little weak, stood up. She (or he) was soaking wet; her stockings and underwear clung tightly to her skin, cool and uncomfortable, but the slippery, sticky sensation itself seemed to carry a certain secret thrill.

She (or he) straightened his disheveled JK skirt and jacket, wrapped the vibrator and remote control in a tissue, and stuffed them deep into his pocket. Then, he (or she) determined his direction and headed towards the main teaching building where he had previously hidden the box containing the men's clothing and the remaining leather items.

This time, she (he) walked very slowly. With each step, the friction of the damp, slippery stockings against the inner thighs brought a subtle, almost overwhelming, tingling sensation. The body is extremely sensitive after an orgasm, and this faint friction and stimulation felt like a constant, pulsating pluck at a taut string.

After finally getting back to the teaching building and confirming that no one was around, she (or he) slipped into the women's restroom—he knew the ropes well.

The innermost compartment. She (or he) tiptoed and touched the hard, dusty delivery box behind the water tank.

Take the box and place it on the toilet tank.

Then, she (he) took out the dagger again.

This time, she (or he) didn't plan to go back in this soaking wet and sticky women's clothing. Anyway, Old Zhang had already "met" Su Wanwan, and tonight's "performance" was over.

First, she (or he) carefully used a knife to cut open the skin connecting the neck to the head, just as she had done that morning, and peeled off the scalp. Su Wanwan's exquisite face was once again transformed into a thin "mask," which hung softly down and was carefully folded and placed in the box.

Next, they removed their JK uniform, now imbued with an overwhelming sense of sensuality—a blazer, shirt, plaid skirt, and the black lace panties so wet they could be wrung out. Finally, there were the black pantyhose, soaked to the crotch, clinging to the skin, almost translucent. As they were pulled down, the pantyhose ripped against the skin with a barely audible ripping sound, and the sensitive skin on the inner thighs was stretched, sending a tingling, electric shock-like sensation through them.

She (or he) stuffed all the women's clothing, along with the skin bag that had been removed, leaving only the head, into the box and closed it.

Then, standing naked in the cubicle, she (or he) took out his original men's clothing from the box—a T-shirt, shorts, trousers, and a light jacket. The bandages she had used to bind her chest that morning were no longer usable; the leather covering her chest was still on her body, and her full breasts remained erect. She had **** but to use the method from that morning again, making a small incision in the leather covering her throat with a short knife, folding and adjusting her vocal cords to lower her voice. Then, using the new roll of bandages, she tightly wrapped and flattened her chest once more.

Wearing a loose T-shirt and a light jacket, the outline of her chest was well concealed. Then came men's trousers, which, once pulled up, covered her long, fair legs (now bare, without socks), which still retained Su Wanwan's shape. Finally, she put on sneakers.

In the mirror (on the same small metal plate on the cubicle door), the slightly shorter, better-skinned, and somewhat slender "male college student" reappeared. He was almost identical to when he left in the morning, except... his eyes still held a lingering, lustful sheen, and a mischievous smile remained on his lips.

He (now we can switch back to "he") picked up the box containing the "secret," and just like in the morning, he unzipped it, so no one could tell what was inside.

Pushing open the stall door, I walked out of the women's restroom, went downstairs, and merged into the flow of students walking back to their dormitories in the night.

This time, he walked briskly, even somewhat impatiently.

***

When I pushed open the door to room 307, I saw Lao Zhang sitting in front of his computer with his back to the door. The screen displayed a game interface, but he didn't seem to be operating it. Instead, he was leaning to the side, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, talking animatedly to thin air (or perhaps to his teammates in the game?).

"...You wouldn't believe it, that leg, just propped up on the chair, no more than twenty centimeters away from me! Black! Over-the-knee socks! The quality, you could tell it was high-end..."

"...She even told me, 'Your shirt looks great,' in such a sweet voice! I knew then, there's a chance! There's definitely a chance!"

"...The way they left, tsk tsk, so **** to go, turning back every few steps... Sigh, being too popular is a kind of trouble..."

Lin Chen suppressed a laugh and deliberately slammed the door shut.

"Bang!"

Old Zhang was startled and turned around abruptly. When he saw it was Lin Chen, his expression instantly changed from the "love saint" look of infatuation to the embarrassment of being caught red-handed and a little annoyed: "Damn it, be gentle! You scared me!"

"So engrossed in playing games?" Lin Chen placed the box on his desk and asked casually, while taking off his coat to reveal an ordinary men's T-shirt and trousers underneath.

"Ah... um, just playing around." Old Zhang was clearly a little guilty, turning back around and pretending to operate the mouse a few times. But soon, he couldn't resist, turning back with barely suppressed excitement and a desire to share in his eyes, "By the way, I have something to tell you!"

"Huh?" Lin Chen sat down on the edge of the bed and started tying his shoelaces (actually, they weren't loose at all), but his ears perked up.

"I just ran into Su Wanwan! Right by the lake!" Old Zhang lowered his voice, but his excitement was almost overflowing. "She's the one I told you about, the most beautiful girl in the dance department!"

"Oh?" Lin Chen looked up, his face showing just the right amount of "surprise" and "envy." "Really? You managed to strike up a conversation?"

"It was more than just striking up a conversation!" Old Zhang slapped his thigh, turned around, and began to gesticulate wildly as he recounted, "She was sitting right next to me! She even complimented my outfit! We chatted for at least... ten minutes!"

Lin Chen was secretly laughing his head off. He had only been sitting there for less than five minutes, and almost the entire time "Su Wanwan" was teasing him, yet he hadn't managed to say a single word, only stuttered and blushed.

But his face was full of "admiration": "Wow, Lao Zhang! And then? Did you get his WeChat?"

Old Zhang's expression stiffened for a moment, but he immediately regained his smug "everything is under control" demeanor: "WeChat? You can't just ask for it casually! You have to be reserved! I felt at the time that I couldn't appear too eager, I had to play hard to get! So I deliberately didn't ask for it, and waited for the next 'chance encounter' so that she would add me on her own!"

He's playing hard to get, isn't he? Lin Chen almost burst out laughing, and quickly lowered his head to pretend to cough.

"But to be honest," Old Zhang said, oblivious to the fact that he was lost in his own world with a vacant look in his eyes, "she seemed... a little off later on."

Lin Chen's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

"Her face was really red, and her breathing was a little rapid. She even said I was hot..." Old Zhang stroked his chin, trying hard to recall, his face flushing slightly again. "Her legs were a little weak when she left, and she had to hold onto a chair... Do you think she might have been... a little excited too?"

How could I not be excited? Lin Chen thought to himself, "I almost had an orgasm on the spot because of my own vibrator."

But he said, "Maybe! Maybe she really likes you! Didn't you say she was '**** to leave, turning back every few steps' when she left?" He deliberately quoted what Old Zhang had just boasted about.

"Right!" Old Zhang got even more excited after receiving the "affirmation" and started to imagine the future. "Next time we 'bump into each other,' I'll take the opportunity to ask for her WeChat, then ask her out for dinner and a movie... Step by step, I guarantee I'll win her over in less than a month!"

"Amazing!" Lin Chen gave a thumbs up, looking very impressed. "When you finally find a girlfriend, remember to treat your brother to a meal."

"Absolutely!" Old Zhang waved his hand with an air of pride, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Looking at him, so engrossed in his fantasy, completely unaware that he was acting like a fool, Lin Chen felt a surge of triumphant pleasure and an indescribable sense of superiority.

He stood up, picked up his change of clothes and towel: "I'm going to take a shower, I'm all sweaty."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Old Zhang waved his hand, his mind still clearly on "Su Wanwan," and he had already started searching for "restaurant recommendations for a first date" on his phone.

Lin Chen carried the washbasin and walked into the small, private bathroom in the dormitory. He closed the door and locked it.

He took off his clothes and looked at Su Wanwan's still fair and beautiful body reflected in the mirror—full breasts, slender waist, and long legs. Only her chest was tightly bound with bandages, making it look somewhat unnatural.

He reached down and gently stroked his chest, feeling the soft touch. Then he moved his hand down to between his legs…

There was still a lingering wet, sticky feeling and a slight swelling sensitivity from the afterglow of orgasm.

A smile appeared on his lips.

Old Zhang, you're out there fantasizing about how to pursue "her," how to date her, and how to kiss her.

Little did you know, "she" was right next to you, listening to your boasting and watching you make fools of yourself.

Moreover, "she" was still wet down there.

Cool water jets sprayed from the showerhead, washing over his skin. Lin Chen closed his eyes, feeling the water flow over this strange yet familiar female body. Old Zhang's ridiculous boasts from earlier echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly again.

This game is so much fun!

——————

In the dorm room, Lao Zhang was still searching for "first date tips" on his computer screen, muttering to himself: "...Don't smack your lips while eating, choose a romance movie but not too cliché, just drop him off at the building entrance and don't be too hasty..."

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, watching him intently studying the "strategy guide," and couldn't hold back any longer. He had been directing and acting in this whole play all day, and now, seeing his only "audience" still immersed in the story and feeling sentimental, the urge to "reveal the truth" was bubbling up like boiling water.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, still using that slightly hoarse, low voice, "Old Zhang."

"Huh?" Old Zhang didn't turn his head, his mouse still scrolling down. "What's up?"

"Didn't you want to know why Su Wanwan blushed and her heart raced when she saw you?" Lin Chen's voice carried a hint of teasing.

Old Zhang's hand, which was moving the mouse, stopped. He slowly turned his head, his face showing a hint of suspicion and annoyance at being interrupted: "You knew? You weren't even there."

"I wasn't here?" Lin Chen stood up, walked to the center of the dormitory, and spread his hands. "Isn't this right here?"

Old Zhang frowned and looked him up and down: "What do you mean?"

Lin Chen didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand and began to unbutton his T-shirt—the loose-fitting T-shirt he used to cover up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Old Zhang was startled and instinctively took a half step back. "Taking off your clothes in the middle of the night? Are you fucking crazy?!"

The first button was undone, revealing the upper body inside, tightly wrapped in bandages with obvious marks.

Old Zhang's gaze shifted from confusion to astonishment. The way the skin was wrapped around his chest, and the way that small section of skin was exposed—the smoothness and fair glow of that skin—was completely unlike that of a boy.

“This…” He opened his mouth.

Lin Chen unbuttoned all the buttons, pulled his T-shirt back, and threw it on the chair next to him.

Her upper body was completely exposed to the light. The tightly wrapped flesh-colored bandages flattened and compressed her full breasts, but even so, their stunning curves and weight were still visible. Moreover, her exposed shoulders, arms, and collarbones had smooth, delicate skin with almost no body hair and slender, soft lines.

Old Zhang's eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen something terrifying and bizarre. He let out a guttural "hoarse" sound, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lin Chen: "You...your chest...and your arms..."

"It's not over yet," Lin Chen said, reaching out to grab the elastic band of his trousers and pulling it down sharply.

The trousers were pulled down to the ankles.

A pair of straight, long, and slender legs, with skin as white and delicate as milk, almost invisible when the legs are together, are exposed to the air. The thighs are moderately full, the calves are slender and well-proportioned, and the ankles are delicate and exquisite. The knees are smooth and rounded, without the large joints commonly seen in men. Even the texture of the skin on the legs is incredibly fine.

Most strikingly, there were faint red marks on her legs—the imprints of the tight men's trousers she had worn all day and the edges of the chest binder. These marks, far from detracting from her beauty, added a fragile yet erotic undertone, suggesting a release from confinement and restraint.

Old Zhang was completely petrified. His mouth was wide open, his eyes fixed on the legs that could absolutely not belong to Lin Chen, then slowly moved upwards to the chest wrapped in bandages but still showing its full contours, and then to Lin Chen's face—the face he still recognized, his roommate's face, but now, in contrast to this bizarre body, it looked particularly strange and… terrifying.

"You...you..." His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "What are you?!"

"Me?" Lin Chen tilted his head, a gesture that, combined with his current posture, gave off an indescribable eeriness and allure. "I'm Lin Chen, your good brother, the one who plays games with you every day, looks at beautiful women, and dreams of finding a girlfriend."

As he spoke, he began to untie the bandage on his chest. One loop, two loops... the bandage came loose and fell to the ground.

Those full breasts, suppressed all day, sprang free from their restraints and swayed slightly in the air. Full and perky, the nipples were a pale pink, slightly erect from the recent release and the current atmosphere.

“However,” Lin Chen’s lips curled into a wicked smile, and he reached out and gently, suggestively, pinched his left nipple, “now, I’m also… Su Wanwan.”

“Su…Su…” Old Zhang’s face turned bright red, as if he had been choked, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stared at Lin Chen’s breasts, which were absolutely real, belonging to a woman, and had appeared in his dreams countless times. Hearing that familiar voice say that name, his brain completely shut down.

“That’s right.” Lin Chen nodded leisurely, walked to his desk, picked up the black express box, opened it, and pulled out the thin, cicada-wing-like complete skin belonging to Su Wanwan—of course, it was folded up, so the whole thing couldn’t be seen, but the outline of the head and a few strands of long black hair were already shocking enough.

"See that one-yuan knife? It's real." Lin Chen pointed with his chin to the antique-looking short knife on the table. "The night before last, when I came back from picking up a package, I accidentally used it to slash Su Wanwan... and then, she turned into this."

He shook the leather bag in his hand.

Old Zhang's gaze was fixed on that soft, drooping skin, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green. He remembered Lin Chen rushing into the bathroom that night with the box, remembered Lin Chen's strange behavior afterward, remembered his unusually "smooth" skin and slightly shorter stature this morning…

"So..." Old Zhang's voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing together, "This morning...this afternoon...this evening...?"

"The 'Lin Chen' who was in class with you this morning, dressed in men's clothes with her body underneath, playing with her feet under the table, that was me." Lin Chen began to narrate slowly, as if telling an interesting story. "The 'Su Wanwan' who was in the girls' dormitory 307 of the dance department this afternoon, getting intimate with your beloved roommate Xiaoyu, the most beautiful girl in the department, and bringing her to orgasm, that was also me."

Old Zhang's face flushed again, this time from anger and embarrassment. He remembered Su Wanwan's mention of "eavesdropping" on the phone at noon, and Xiaoyu's message in the afternoon saying she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going to rehearsal... It was all because of this bastard in front of him!

"As for tonight..." Lin Chen drawled, his smile deepening as he watched Old Zhang's ever-changing expression, "That 'Su Wanwan' by the lake, wearing black stockings and a short skirt, chatting with you, complimenting your shirt, and leaving 'blushing and heart-pounding' and 'reluctantly'..."

He paused, took a step forward, and closed the distance between himself and Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang could clearly see the pair of soft breasts swaying on his chest, and could even smell a faint, mixed scent of sweat and a certain sweet fragrance, a woman's body odor.

"...It's still me."

Old Zhang jerked backward, his back slamming into his computer chair with a jarring creak. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Lin Chen: "You…you fucking…played me?! Making me look like a clown…!"

“Yeah, right.” Lin Chen readily admitted, even nodding. “I was just playing with you. It was quite amusing to watch you fantasize about ‘me,’ brag to thin air, and plan how to pursue ‘me.’”

These words were like a resounding slap across Old Zhang's face. His face instantly turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the veins on his neck bulged. Humiliation, anger, the humiliation of being toyed with, and a hint of... fear of this incomprehensible phenomenon before him, all mixed together, almost made him explode.

But at the same time, another emotion quietly arose in his heart—an uncontrollable, primal heat aroused by the living, naked (even if "dressed") female body of Su Wanwan before him. His gaze uncontrollably wandered over her full breasts, her slender waist, and her fair, long legs, and his trousers began to feel tight again.

This physiological reaction made him even more ashamed and indignant. He wanted to punch Lin Chen (or rather, this strange thing) in the face, but he also wanted to... take a few more glances.

Lin Chen keenly noticed the change in his gaze, the suppressed lust beneath the anger and shame. The smile on his face faded slightly, but the mockery and sense of control in his eyes remained.

"Alright, stop looking like you're going to eat me alive." His tone softened slightly, with a hint of soothing and a touch of seduction. "It was my fault for playing tricks on you all day."

Old Zhang gritted his teeth and **** out the words: "Is it all over just because one sentence is wrong?"

"Of course not." Lin Chen took another small step forward, almost touching Old Zhang. Old Zhang could feel the warmth and softness of the other's body, different from that of a man, and the distinct sweet fragrance of a young girl. He froze, unable to move.

Lin Chen raised his hand—the fair and slender hand that belonged to Su Wanwan—and gently touched Lao Zhang's chest with his fingertips, through a thin layer of T-shirt fabric.

“So I said…” Lin Chen tilted his head slightly, looking into Old Zhang’s eyes, which were filled with shock, shame, and desire, and lowered his voice, which was husky with an ambiguous tone, “I can make it up to you.”

His fingertips slid slowly down Old Zhang's chest.

"Didn't you want to know... what a woman's body feels like to touch?"

——————

Old Zhang's breathing grew heavier, his eyes fixed on Lin Chen's naked body—or rather, Su Wanwan's naked body. His gaze held anger, humiliation, disbelief, but above all, a burning, almost bursting desire. He could feel his genitals hard as iron, bulging his crotch.

“Compensation…anything is fine?” His voice was hoarse, and his throat was dry.

Lin Chen nodded slightly, his fingertips still tracing circles on his chest almost imperceptibly: "Hmm, anything is fine. After all... the 'Su Wanwan' who's been playing tricks on you all day is right in front of you now, and she's not wearing anything."

These words were like the last straw, breaking Old Zhang's reason and sense of shame. He suddenly raised his head, and in his bloodshot eyes, desire completely overwhelmed all other emotions.

"Then...then I want..."

He swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping greedily over Lin Chen's body before finally settling on the black stockings that Lin Chen had thrown on the ground, rolled up in a ball—the ones Lin Chen had worn that night, with obvious dark wet stains still visible in the crotch area, gleaming lewdly under the light.

"I want you... to wear that again." Old Zhang's voice was extremely low, with an almost obsessive madness. "Wear those stockings, and... that outfit, that JK uniform. And then..."

He paused, his face flushing red again, but this time with excitement and intense desire: "Then, let me fuck you once. With your... Su Wanwan's body."

This request surprised Lin Chen slightly. He had anticipated that Lao Zhang might ask to touch his chest or lick his legs, but he didn't expect this guy to want the real thing right away.

He looked down at his naked female body, then at Old Zhang's aggressive eyes.

interesting.

“Sure.” Lin Chen replied almost without hesitation, a playful smile curving his lips. “However… those socks are a bit dirty from wearing them all day, and they were wet last night too.”

Old Zhang's eyes brightened, and his breathing quickened: "...That's exactly what I want."

"This is completely ruined," Lin Chen thought to himself. It seemed today's scene had unleashed all the dark thoughts his usually cowardly roommate, who only dared to fantasize, had been suppressing.

"Okay." Lin Chen said no more and turned to walk towards the package. He deliberately slowed down his movements, turned his back to Lao Zhang, and bent down to take out the clothes inside.

From Lao Zhang's perspective, he could see her slender and graceful waistline, her pert and rounded buttocks, and her straight and fair legs. Lin Chen could even feel the two burning gazes behind him that seemed to scorch him.

He first picked up the JK uniform. Instead of putting it on immediately, he unfolded the jacket, shirt, and skirt one by one, slowly smoothing out the fine wrinkles with his hands.

Old Zhang watched from behind, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then, there were those stockings.

Lin Chen used two fingers to pick up the roll of wet, dark-stained black pantyhose and gently unrolled it under the light. The sheer black stockings flowed like water in his hand, and the dark area at the crotch, soaked with love fluid, exuded an even richer, sweeter scent.

He turned around to face Old Zhang and slipped one end of the stocking over the toe of his left foot.

Old Zhang's breathing suddenly stopped.

The scene was incredibly impactful. A man whose face resembled his roommate's (though his skin was abnormally good) possessed a perfect female body. He was naked, using his unnaturally slender, white hands to slowly lift a pair of black stockings—clearly worn, showing obvious signs of use and dampness—from his toes, down his ankles, calves, and knees…

The stockings slid against her smooth skin, making an extremely subtle rubbing sound. When the top of the stockings touched her calves, it left a shallow mark on her flesh, then continued upwards, enveloping her full thighs. When the soaked crotch was pulled up, barely covering the mysterious area between her legs, Old Zhang let out a suppressed, beast-like growl.

Lin Chen didn't stop. He did the same with the other leg. Then, he picked up the black lace panties—also wet, with faint white stains visible on the fabric. He lifted one leg, put the panties on, and the slippery, sticky fabric immediately clung to his most sensitive area, providing a distinct tactile sensation.

Next came the white JK shirt. He buttoned it one button at a time, his movements so elegant it was unlike his usual self. The shirt fabric was stretched taut by his ample chest, and he even deliberately left the top two buttons undone, leaving the collar open to reveal a patch of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

The navy blue plaid skirt was pulled up to her waist and fastened. The hem fluttered in the wind.

Finally, there was the same navy blue blazer. He put it on, buttoned the middle button, and it accentuated his slender waist.

Throughout the entire process, it was as if he were performing a slow-motion show with strong erotic undertones. Every bend, every raise of his hand, every curve of the fabric against his body was teasing Old Zhang's nerves, which were already stretched to their limit.

When Lin Chen was fully "dressed" and stood before Lao Zhang again as a "black-stockinged JK girl," Lao Zhang's eyes were frighteningly red, his nostrils flared, and his heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet dormitory. His crotch was already unnaturally bulging.

Lin Chen (now in "Su Wanwan" form again) took two steps forward and stopped in front of Old Zhang. She (he) tilted her head slightly, revealing a smile that was both innocent and alluring, characteristic of Su Wanwan, and her voice switched to Su Wanwan's clear and soft tone:

"Yuhan...is it pretty?"

The name, the voice, the attire… completely ignited the fuse.

Old Zhang let out a low growl and pounced forward, grabbing Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s shoulders almost roughly with both hands and slamming her (him) against the wall next to him.

"Ouch... be gentle." Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) frowned, feeling pain in his shoulder, but he didn't struggle much, only complaining in Su Wanwan's voice.

Old Zhang ignored him. His hands slid down his shoulders and grabbed Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) soft breasts, kneading them roughly through her shirt and bra (which she had casually put on while getting dressed, also taken from a box). The **** was so great that he almost crushed the soft flesh.

"Uh..." Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was genuinely in pain this time. She (he) tried to push away Lao Zhang's hand, "I told you to be gentle..."

But Lao Zhang paid no heed. He was like a beast in heat, only knowing to follow his most primal urges. He lowered his head and nibbled haphazardly at Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) neck and collarbone through the fabric of her shirt, while his other hand impatiently reached down, lifting the hem of her plaid skirt and touching her thighs, which were covered in wet black stockings.

"You fucking..." Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) frowned even more deeply. Old Zhang's reaction was even more out of control than he had expected. Was this guy's usual cowardly demeanor all an act? Or had today's provocation completely unleashed his dark side?

She (or he) had initially felt a sliver of confidence in controlling the situation, but now she was somewhat uncertain. This was because Old Zhang's actions were utterly erratic, characterized only by brute **** and encroachment, completely disregarding her feelings.

She (or he) tried to guide him, reaching out to grasp Old Zhang's hand that was roaming over her chest, guiding it to gently stroke her waist and hips through her clothes, coaxing her in a low voice, "Don't rush... take it slow..."

But Old Zhang suddenly pulled his hand back and grabbed her breasts even harder, kneading them almost tearing them apart. At the same time, his other hand had already reached between her legs and, through the wet, sticky black stockings and panties, pressed hard against her full, protruding private parts.

"Ah!" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) couldn't help but cry out in pain this time. The press was too hard, and her already sensitive and swollen vulva, which had been through multiple orgasms in a day, was in sharp pain.

Old Zhang seemed to be spurred on by the cry of pain, and his actions became even more frantic. He was panting heavily as he began to tear at Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) shirt buttons and jacket, trying to peel away the obstructing fabric. At the same time, he pressed her firmly against the wall, and his already hard and hot organ kept pounding against her lower abdomen and inner thighs through several layers of trousers.

"Damn it, this idiot's really been played." Lin Chen's heart sank. He was now in a female body, completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength. What if Old Zhang really tried to **** himself on him…

Just as he was considering whether to call a halt or simply remove the leather garment, Old Zhang's movements suddenly paused.

He seemed to regain a tiny sliver of reason, or perhaps he was defeated by the restlessness of never being able to truly touch her through several layers of fabric. He breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) legs, encased in black stockings and pressed together, and the curves of her buttocks faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.

“Turn…turn around.” Old Zhang’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Turn around! Lie face down!" Old Zhang roared, forcefully pulling Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s shoulders with both hands, turning her (his) body around so that she was facing the wall and her back was to him.

Then, before Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) could react, Lao Zhang roughly lifted the hem of her (his) short skirt, piling it completely around her waist, revealing her buttocks tightly wrapped in soaked black stockings and panties. The black stockings, having been repeatedly kneaded and soaked, clung tightly to her skin, outlining her round, perky buttocks and the deep cleft between her buttocks.

Old Zhang, panting, unbuckled his belt and zipped his pants, and his already painfully hard organ sprang out, its tip already oozing fluid.

Lin Chen's heart leaped into his throat. Was he really going to…

However, Lao Zhang's next move was unexpected.

He didn't try to take off Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) underwear, nor did he attempt to tear open the soaked stockings. He simply aimed his hot, hard penis at the cleft of her buttocks covered by black stockings and underwear, and then thrust it in hard—of course, through all the fabric.

"Mmm!" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was pushed forward, her hands bracing against the wall. She could feel something thick, hard, and hot, forcibly squeezing into the gap between her legs through the wet, slippery stockings and panties, rubbing and bumping heavily against the sensitive areas of her buttocks and genitals.

This feeling... is strange. It's not actual penetration, but the sensation of being forcibly invaded and rubbed by a foreign object, mixed with the slippery texture of the fabric, and Old Zhang's heavy breathing and almost frantic thrusting from behind, actually brings a unique kind of pleasure, tinged with humiliation and excitement.

Like a wild horse, Lao Zhang gripped Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) waist tightly, thrusting wildly back and forth. His hard penis, through the wet stockings and panties, moved in and out of her tight buttocks, rubbing against her, making a "plop plop" sound—the sound of love juice on the stockings mixed with the pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip.

His movements grew faster and heavier, each thrust feeling like he was using all his strength to penetrate the body in front of him. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was pushed forward relentlessly, her chest rubbing against the rough wall, her nipples sending waves of stinging and pleasure through her shirt.

"Damn it... Su Wanwan... black stockings... fuck... fuck you to ****..." Old Zhang roared incoherently, his reason had long been devoured by desire, leaving only the most instinctive catharsis.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) initially felt some discomfort and pain, but as the stimulation from the rough friction continued to accumulate, coupled with the humiliation of being "used" and treated as a tool for sexual release, a strange fire was ignited within her. She could feel her vaginal opening contracting uncontrollably again, gushing out new love fluid, making her already soaked stockings and panties even wetter.

Their breathing quickened, and their bodies began to subconsciously respond to the thrusts from behind, trying to make the rough, hard thing rub against more sensitive areas.

Finally, after a violent thrust, Old Zhang trembled violently and let out a muffled roar, pressing himself tightly against Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) buttocks. Hot liquid seeped through the soaked stockings and underwear, bringing a burning sensation.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) also felt a strong electric current surge up her tailbone, her vagina suddenly spasmed and contracted, and she also reached orgasm. Her love juice gushed out again, making a mess of the place where the two were joined.

After the climax, the dormitory fell into dead silence. Only the two of them could be heard breathing heavily and erratically.

Old Zhang's body went limp. He released his grip on Lin Chen (Su Wanwan), staggered back a few steps, and slumped into his chair, staring blankly ahead, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the frenzied outburst.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) also leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. The crotch of her stockings and underwear was completely soaked and sticky, clinging tightly to her skin, and the slippery feeling mixed with their bodily fluids made her (him) very uncomfortable. The shirt in front of her chest was crumpled and several buttons had popped off.

She (or he) looked down at her disheveled body, then looked up at the distraught Old Zhang.

An absurd, out-of-control, yet strangely real farce.

She (or he) leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her.

——————

The morning sun shone into room 307 again, and a faint, sweet and fishy smell lingered in the air.

When Lin Chen woke up, Lao Zhang was no longer in bed. He checked the time: 7:40 AM. Lao Zhang had two professional classes this morning, but he was now "Su Wanwan" and had taken leave from the dance department.

He threw back the covers and sat up, looking down at himself—naked, his skin dazzlingly white, his full breasts swaying gently with his movements. Everything from last night flooded back into his mind, from the confrontation to Old Zhang's out-of-control demands, and then to that intense and absurd intercourse through stockings.

He touched his chest, where there were still some red finger marks and bite marks. His genitals also ached slightly, and the skin that had been repeatedly rubbed felt burning.

Strangely, aside from these discomforts, he didn't feel much anger or lingering fear. Instead, he felt a...peculiar calm, and even a slight urge to laugh.

He climbed out of bed and walked to the mirror. The reflection in the mirror was still Su Wanwan's perfect body, only now it bore the marks of lust. He reached out and touched his face—it was still Lin Chen's face, the leather covering only his torso.

He had to go out. If he stayed in the dorm, there was no guarantee that Old Zhang wouldn't cause trouble again when he returned. Besides, he also wanted to continue "playing" around.

First, he disguised himself. He skillfully took out bandages, flattened and tied the soft skin on his chest again, then put on the men's clothes he had changed out of last night—a T-shirt, trousers, and a light jacket. He adjusted the leather covering his vocal cords in front of the mirror and lowered his voice. Finally, he stuffed the scalp skin, JK uniform, and other items back into the delivery box and picked it up.

Before opening the door, he glanced at Old Zhang's table. Several books were spread out on it, along with a black pen. It seemed Old Zhang had forgotten to take it.

Lin Chen didn't pay any attention and left the dormitory with the box in his arms.

***

The campus was bathed in bright sunshine in the morning. Lin Chen went against the flow of students heading to class and arrived once again at that familiar teaching building. He went to the girls' restroom on the third floor, to the innermost stall.

He took off his men's clothing, put it in a box, and hid it.

Then, he took out his leather goods and clothes. Today, he didn't want to wear that JK uniform that was already tainted with too much eroticism. He took out a more casual and refreshing outfit from Su Wanwan's clothing bag:

A light beige V-neck knitted cardigan over a simple white T-shirt with a string of cute English letters printed on the chest. A dark blue pleated mini skirt, slightly longer than yesterday's JK skirt, but still just covering half of her thighs. And at the very bottom... a brand new, unopened pair of ultra-thin, seamless nude-colored pantyhose.

Lin Chen opened the packaging and held the silky, cool flesh-colored stockings in his hand. The texture was even more transparent than black stockings, almost completely invisible, but the effect of outlining the leg shape was excellent, making the legs look like they had a built-in soft-focus filter after wearing them.

He put on the leather clothes as usual. When Su Wanwan's body merged completely with his again, that strange sense of belonging and control returned.

Then, he held the stockings and hesitated for a moment.

Yesterday I wore soaking wet black stockings, and today I'm wearing brand new nude stockings... Should I wear underwear?

But this thought flashed through my mind and was quickly replaced by another, bolder idea.

Why not just wear it directly?

Anyway, no one will have the chance to actually touch it like Old Zhang did today. And... that feeling of the stockings directly against the most sensitive and intimate area without any obstruction...

Just thinking about it made him feel a heat in his lower abdomen.

Without further hesitation, he lifted his foot and put the stockings on.

The cool, silky texture instantly enveloped his toes, then his calves, knees, and thighs... As he pulled the stockings up to his waist, the tight yet smooth wrapping sensation made his entire lower body feel as if it were encased in a gentle yet slightly restrictive film of water. Especially his crotch, where the thin, gossamer-like fabric clung seamlessly to his full labia, and he could even clearly feel the shape of the small bud at the tip.

Without underwear, stockings feel like a second skin, directly contacting the most sensitive private parts.

He took off the bra he had originally planned to wear underneath and put on the white T-shirt, then the cardigan. Without the bra's restraint, the soft knit fabric gently rubbed against his nipples, sending a tingling sensation through him. The T-shirt was also stretched taut by his full breasts.

Everything is ready.

He looked at the fresh, sweet, and youthful "female college student" in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he hid the box containing the men's clothing behind the water tank again, pushed open the door, and walked out of the cubicle.

***

This was a required professional course for Lao Zhang's class, held in a medium-sized lecture hall. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) stood outside the glass window at the back door of the classroom and peered inside.

The classroom was already mostly full. Old Zhang was there, sitting in the third-to-last row, in the corner by the window—a classic spot for slacking off. There was an empty seat next to him.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Their appearance immediately caused a small commotion. After all, it's hard not to attract attention when a strange, outstanding-looking girl, dressed in a way that clearly belongs to a different department, walks in. Several boys in the back rows have already cast curious and even amazed glances at them.

Old Zhang was looking down at his phone when he heard the sound of a chair being pulled out next to him. He subconsciously looked up and glanced up.

Then, he froze as if he had been struck by a pressure point.

He saw Su Wanwan.

But unlike the alluring "black-stockinged JK" by the lake yesterday, she looked refreshing and sweet today. A beige cardigan, a white T-shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, and flesh-colored stockings that were almost invisible in the sunlight, yet made her legs gleam alluringly. A gentle, polite smile graced her face, and her eyes were clear.

But... but this face, this body... it was just last night...

Old Zhang's face flushed crimson instantly, and his breathing became rapid. He immediately lowered his head, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His heart was a jumble of emotions—shame, embarrassment, memories of last night, and the uncontrollable physical reaction he felt upon seeing this body... all swirled together.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) asked in Su Wanwan's clear and sweet voice, gently pointing to the empty seat next to Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang suddenly looked up at her (him), his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word, he just shook his head in a panic.

"Then I'll sit here?" Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) smiled and sat down sideways before he could answer. As she moved closer, a faint, refreshing scent of shower gel (she had washed up this morning) mixed with a hint of a young girl's sweet body fragrance wafted into Lao Zhang's nostrils.

Old Zhang's body tensed even more, and he almost subconsciously shrank back in the direction away from her.

On the podium, the old professor had already started calling roll. Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) took out a notebook and a pen from her small bag (also Su Wanwan's, containing the phone and keys she (he) had just put in), pretending to listen attentively to the lecture, but out of the corner of her eye, she kept observing her roommate, who was almost curled up in a ball, with great interest.

How interesting. He clearly knows who "she" is, and he was so "brave" last night, but now he acts like a middle school student sitting next to a girl for the first time.

This contrast reignited Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) mischievous desires.

At this moment, the old professor on the podium began to explain a complex formula. Most of the students were either taking notes with their heads down or dozing off.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) quietly leaned closer to Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang's body stiffened instantly.

She (or he) didn't speak, but gently and slowly lifted her right leg, which was covered by flesh-colored stockings and was lying on the ground, and then placed it on Lao Zhang's thigh—through Lao Zhang's dark sweatpants.

Old Zhang shuddered, almost jumping off his chair. He turned sharply to look at Lin Chen (Su Wanwan), his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) simply turned her head to the side, gave him an innocent smile in her signature style, and then turned back to look at the blackboard as if nothing had happened, as if her action of placing her stockinged legs on the boy's lap was perfectly normal.

Old Zhang froze, not daring to move. He could clearly feel the weight and temperature of the leg wrapped in thin stockings, and the soft touch of the skin beneath the silky fabric. Even worse, the foot encased in stockings was right next to his thigh near his groin, and the toes had unconsciously and slightly curled up.

Through the fabric of his pants, the silky, warm, and slightly pressured sensation sent a jolt through his lower body like an electric current. He could feel his already restless area quickly harden and heat up, creating a noticeable bulge in his crotch.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) also sensed it. The corners of her (his) lips curled up imperceptibly, and then, her stockinged feet began to rub very slowly, in circles, against Lao Zhang's thigh.

The friction between the stockings and the sweatpants fabric produced a barely audible rustling sound. Each rub precisely ground against the erection in Old Zhang's crotch. That subtle, teasing sensation through two layers of fabric was more tantalizing than direct contact.

Old Zhang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, as if he was using all his strength to endure. He wanted to push the leg away, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he even... faintly hoped that the friction would continue.

Just then, Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) left hand quietly slid off the table and rested on her thigh—or rather, it landed right next to Lao Zhang's left hand.

The sleeves of the knitted cardigan rolled up slightly as the hand was raised, revealing the cuffs of the white T-shirt underneath and a small section of fair wrist. What was even more eye-catching was that, because the neckline of the T-shirt wasn't high, and because of her (his) slightly turned posture, the neckline was slightly open, just enough to reveal a small patch of snow-white skin on her chest, and... the clearly erect and protruding outline of her unbraced nipples beneath the T-shirt fabric.

Old Zhang's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it. He could see the clear shape of the nipple, and even the tiny, damp (perhaps sweat or something else) dot sticking out of the thin T-shirt fabric.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) noticed his gaze. Instead of hiding it, she raised her right hand and casually adjusted the collar of her cardigan, revealing more of her private area. At the same time, her left hand, the tip of her index finger, lightly and almost imperceptibly traced her right nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

Old Zhang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He watched as that slender, pale finger touched and teased that alluring protrusion through the fabric, listened to the monotonous lecture from the podium, and felt the continuous, irritating friction of that silk-stockinged leg against his thigh…

The string of reason finally snapped.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) stockinged foot, which was wreaking havoc on his thigh. He squeezed her slender ankle tightly through the stockings and pressed it even harder against his hard, burning crotch.

At the same time, with his other hand, he grabbed Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) left hand, which was under the table, and almost roughly pulled it over, pressing it against his own equally firm chest—through the T-shirt, but you could clearly feel his violent heartbeat and tense muscles.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was taken aback by the sudden action, but then a "I knew it" smile appeared on her face. She did not struggle, but instead used her small feet to press and rub against Lao Zhang's crotch, while her left hand also stroked and circled his chest, her fingertips occasionally brushing against the erect nipples under his T-shirt.

Old Zhang's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his face turned a deep purplish-red. He looked around and thankfully, most of his classmates were listening attentively to the lesson or playing on their phones, and no one noticed them in the back corner.

He gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision. He released his grip on Lin Chen (Su Wanwan)'s hand, then looked down and quickly and clumsily unzipped his sweatpants, pulling the waistband down a little to reveal his gray boxer briefs underneath, and the grotesque shape of the fabric bulging out of the tent, with a small wet patch at the top.

Then, he grabbed Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) stockinged feet again, and this time, without the obstruction of trousers, pressed them directly onto his huge member, which was only separated by a layer of underwear.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt the hardness, heat, and shape of that thing through a thin stocking and a cotton panty. Her toes curled up subconsciously, and the sole of her foot bent, forming a "groove" that perfectly accommodated the hard object.

"Use...use this..." Old Zhang's voice was like sandpaper, filled with lustful desire, "...feet..."

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) understood. He wanted foot fetish.

Looking into Old Zhang's bloodshot, almost pleading eyes, and feeling the throbbing hard object beneath his feet, Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) felt a great sense of morbid pleasure.

She (he) nodded, and then began to move her feet.

The feet, encased in thin stockings, were soft and flexible. She (or he) gripped the hard object between the soles of her (or his) feet, sliding it up and down. The stockings themselves were slippery, and the fabric of the underwear, dampened by the fluid seeping from the tip, created an extremely smooth sensation.

Old Zhang bit his lip hard to keep himself from groaning. He braced his hands on the table, his body trembling slightly from pleasure, his eyes fixed on the jade-like foot in flesh-colored stockings moving between his legs.

The toes of that foot were slender and delicate; through the almost invisible stockings, the rounded toenails gleamed with a healthy pinkish sheen. The arch of the foot was beautifully curved, and at that moment it was powerfully gripping his genitals, the soft pads of the sole providing an incredibly comfortable feeling of being enveloped and rubbed.

He never imagined that he would one day enjoy such treatment.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) controlled the rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes rubbing vigorously with the soles of her feet, sometimes just gently flicking the tip with her toes. Each movement made Lao Zhang's breathing more disordered, and his abdominal muscles tensed even more.

She could feel that thing getting harder and hotter as she played with it, and she could even feel the liquid seeping from the tip increasing, soaking a small patch of stockings and turning it a darker color.

At the same time, she herself was stimulated by the lewd scene before her and the sensations from her feet. She could feel that between her legs, her private parts, completely covered by flesh, had become wet and slippery again. The thin fabric of the stockings at the crotch was now clinging tightly and wetly to her swollen labia, and every **** sway or friction of her thighs brought a distinct pleasure.

Finally, after a forceful clench and rapid friction, Old Zhang's body arched violently, letting out a suppressed, extremely short groan. Immediately afterward, a stream of hot, viscous liquid spurted out through his damp underwear and stockings, soaking Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) entire sole and part of her instep.

After ejaculating, Lao Zhang felt as if his bones had been removed. He slumped in the chair, breathing heavily, his face showing a dazed expression after the orgasm and... a sense of emptiness after some kind of satisfaction.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) slowly withdrew her foot. Her stockinged foot was covered in white semen, which looked particularly obscene under the light. She (he) frowned, took out a tissue from her bag, and slowly wiped it off.

As for herself, the desire within her had been aroused, and instead of subsiding, it burned even brighter due to the "service" she had just received and the visual stimulation she was experiencing now. A wave of empty itch emanated from deep within her vagina, yearning to be filled.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

The professor announced the end of get out of class, and the students stood up one after another, creating a noisy commotion.

Old Zhang seemed to wake up suddenly. He looked at his open pants and disheveled underwear, his face turning pale and then red. He frantically tried to pull up his pants, but the waistband was stained with semen, making his movements somewhat awkward.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) looked at him like this and chuckled to herself.

Old Zhang hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag, whispered "I'm going to the toilet," and then, with his head down and back hunched (trying to cover the marks on his crotch), rushed out of the classroom.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) did not follow them out. She (he) remained seated, watching the classroom gradually empty out.

The desire within her was still burning, even more intensely from the brief respite. She could feel the soaked stockings clinging tightly to her genitals; the slippery, empty sensation was almost maddening.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the table next to her—the spot where Old Zhang had just been sitting. On the table lay a black pen, which seemed to be the one Old Zhang had forgotten in the dormitory that morning.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Only a few people remained in the classroom, and they were all packing up to leave, so no one paid attention to this corner.

She reached out and picked up the pen.

The pen body is made of smooth plastic and has a cool feel.

She looked around and, after confirming that it was temporarily safe, quietly leaned back so that the hem of her skirt could better conceal her movements under the table.

Then, she took the pen, nib up, and through the thin layer of her already soaked flesh-colored stockings, gently pressed it against the sensitive, moist, swollen hollow between her legs.

When the cool, hard plastic pen body touched the warm, slippery labia, she (or he) couldn't help but gasp softly.

Good...exciting.

Because the stockings were so thin, there was almost no barrier. The pen felt as if it were pressed directly against bare skin. She (he) adjusted the position, so that the side of the pen (which was wider) pressed against the already erect nipple, and then began to slowly rub the pen up and down.

The slippery fabric of the stockings, combined with the friction of the hard pen, created a strange stimulation, a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure. With each downward press, the hard object ground heavily against the clitoris, sending waves of electric shock-like tingling sensations through her. With each upward slide, the empty entrance to her vagina was scraped and teased.

She (or he) closed her eyes, her breathing becoming rapid. One hand propped up her forehead, pretending to read and think, while the other hand, under the table, held a pen and rubbed the most sensitive part of her body beneath her stockings faster and harder.

The last few people in the classroom left. Only she (he) remained, sitting in the corner of the back row.

This emboldened her (him). She (he) slightly parted her (him) legs, allowing the pen to rub against a wider area. The pen was already covered in her secretions, and even through the stockings, the color of that area had deepened.

The pleasure built up rapidly. She could feel her vagina convulsing and spasming wildly, yearning to be filled. The pen in her hand was no longer enough, but there was nothing else at the moment...

She (he) increased the speed and ****, the pen body striking the already swollen, painful, and numb clitoris and vaginal opening hard and continuously.

finally--

"Mmm...!" A suppressed, trembling groan escaped from her (his) throat.

Her body tensed abruptly, her waist arched upwards, and her legs trembled violently. A warm, astonishingly large amount of liquid gushed out from the depths of her flower, fiercely washing over the already soaked stockings and pen, with some even spraying out through the holes in the stockings and splashing onto the chair surface.

The afterglow of the climax lasted for more than ten seconds before she slumped into the chair like a lump of mud, panting heavily, her whole body covered in sweat.

Under the table, her hand, gripping the pen, was still trembling slightly. She could feel that the pen was completely soaked with her vaginal fluid, so slippery that she could barely hold it. The crotch of her stockings was also soaked through, sticking stickily to her skin.

On the chair, a small, dark, still slightly reflective water stain silently testified to what had just happened.

She (or he) was panting, slowly raising her hand to look at the pen—the black pen body was still dripping transparent, stringy liquid.

Just then, footsteps came from the back door of the classroom.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) was startled and quickly hid the wet pen behind her back, while straightening her body and trying to make herself look "normal".

Old Zhang walked in. He had straightened his pants and his face had returned to calm, though his eyes still darted around.

He saw Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) still sitting in her original seat, her face flushed unnaturally, her hair slightly disheveled, and her chest rising and falling with her breathing.

He frowned in confusion, walked to his seat, and his gaze unconsciously swept across the desk...

His pen is missing.

He glanced at the table in front of Lin Chen (Su Wanwan), but there was nothing there.

Then, his gaze fell on Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) skirt—it seemed...wet in one spot? The color was darker than the surrounding fabric, and it was slightly reflective. That spot...

Old Zhang's eyes widened suddenly. He instantly remembered the wet stain on his pants in the toilet earlier. It was left by him and "her".

And now...

His gaze returned to Lin Chen's (Su Wanwan's) face, flushed with desire and with a slightly dazed look in her eyes. Then, it slowly moved down to her hand, which was tightly clutching something behind her back.

An unbelievable, absurd guess rushed wildly into his mind.

Lin Chen (Su Wanwan) also looked at him, and a lazy smile with a hint of satisfaction and wickedness suddenly appeared on her lips. Then, slowly, she took out the hand that was hidden behind her back.

The black pen was held between her slender, fair fingers.

The pen was still dripping with a clear, viscous liquid.