"!!!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha's movements froze.
She stared in disbelief at the video playing on the phone before her - showing her leaning against the rooftop door, pleasuring herself!
The resolution was terrifyingly clear, capturing every fold in her clothing, each subtle movement, and...
The moment her stockings darkened with moisture...
"H-how did you get this video?!"
Utaha's face turned deathly pale, all color draining from her cheeks.
"So, Kasumigaoka-senpai, what are your thoughts on this little performance?"
As Utaha lunged desperately for the phone, Nanaya swiftly moved it behind his back, leaving the senior suspended mid-motion.
"W-what do you want?!"
Utaha bit her lower lip hard, glaring daggers at Nanaya.
"What do I want? I'm simply returning the favor for what senpai did earlier."
Nanaya smiled playfully at the flustered girl before him.
"I wonder how the boys at school—no, society at large—would react to seeing our beautiful senpai's rooftop performance in AVI format?"
"Perhaps senpai could even debut as an AV idol with this."
Though Nanaya would never actually do it, the threat served its purpose.
"You...!"
Utaha's voice trembled with frustration.
For all her intelligence, she was still just a high school girl.
Faced with such blackmail, even she lost her composure.
"Y-you were the ones doing... that on the rooftop first!"
"Hmm? Careful with your accusations, senpai. The video clearly doesn't show me at all."
"Maybe we should let the literature club members judge for themselves?"
"No!!"
Seeing Nanaya's confident smirk, Utaha finally broke.
"W-what do I need to do... to make you delete it?"
"That depends on senpai's sincerity."
"I-I won't do that with you!"
"Do what exactly?"
Nanaya sat on the edge of Utaha's bed, patting the space over her blanketed thigh. "Why don't we start by letting me see the merchandise?"
"..."
Utaha felt completely stripped of dignity before Nanaya, yet his eyes held neither pity nor lust—
Only the clinical appraisal of a critic.
"..."
In silence, she pulled back the covers, revealing long legs sheathed in black stockings.
From her earlier activities and sitting position, dark stains now spread across the fabric.
Rather than appearing dirty, they exuded an intoxicating pheromonal allure.
Truly, Kasumigaoka Utaha was born to wear black stockings.
This close-up view of her legendary legs took even Nanaya's breath away.
His mind automatically compared them to the stocking-clad legs of other girls he'd known—Kanzaki Hideri, Tohsaka Rin, Miyuki Shiba.
But Utaha's legs were in a league of their own.
Unlike slender girls whose stockings wrinkled from lack of fullness, Utaha's legs had perfect voluptuousness—
Plump yet not heavy, firm yet soft, stretching the sheer black fabric to its most tantalizing limit.
Pure white stockings would've been wasted on such sinful legs.
Noticing Nanaya's scorching gaze, Utaha crossed her legs defensively, as if the gesture could block his visual assault.
"Eek!"
When Nanaya's hands finally touched her ankle, the searing contact drew an involuntary squeak.
"Tsk tsk tsk, so much moisture? Aren't you dehydrated?"
His teasing, combined with how he deliberately avoided the damp patches, made Utaha burn with humiliated fury!
"Your feet don't stink, do they?"
In truth, none of the girls in Nanaya's life had foot odor issues—he only said it to prick Utaha's pride.
"Y-yes they do! Disgustingly so! You'd better not touch them!"
Utaha hissed through clenched teeth.
If self-deprecation could make him leave, she'd count it a victory.
"Heh."
Nanaya ignored her act. With a sharp "rrrip!", he tore the sheer stocking—
But only partially.
Just enough to expose glimpses of plump thighs, toned calves, and delicate feet through the strategic openings.
"W-wait! Stop!"
Utaha panicked, trying to block him.
But how could she overpower Nanaya?
Her struggles only left her legs more vulnerable in his grasp.
The torn sections revealed skin so pale it dazzled, contrasting starkly with the dark stockings.
"Keep squirming and this video goes viral."
"You—!"
The threat worked.
After all, she'd been caught masturbating to Nanaya and Kato Megumi's earlier activities...
Though she stopped resisting, tension radiated from every pore as she watched him hawkishly.
Nanaya alternated between stroking over and under the stockings.
Utaha's nervous tremors didn't deter him—he traced circles along her calves, arches, then back to ankles and insteps.
"Y-you're such a pervert!"
What could possibly be interesting about feet?!
Yet Nanaya's obsession with her legs stirred an odd pride in Utaha.
"Ah, so senpai wants me to focus elsewhere."
His hands glided upward past her knees, reaching her thighs.
"N-no! I-I apologize!"
Utaha instantly regretted her earlier remark.
"Too late for that."
With another tear, Nanaya split the stocking further.
The strained threads clinging to milky skin created an obscene latticework.
Then he saw it—the epicenter of dampness where her white underwear showed through.
And unless he imagined it...
The spot seemed to be emitting visible steam.
"Senpai, look at what you've done."
"?"
Following his gaze downward, Utaha saw the phenomenon too.
"Eeek!!"
Her startled shriek shattered any remaining pretense of composure.
All her usual sharp wit evaporated in that moment of sheer panic.
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