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Zirou still didn't look at me. Instead, she gazed upwards at the cabinet, lost in thought. Then, she glanced back down at the floor, scanning the furnishings. Then, she gently crouched down and touched the messy carpet. Directly across the cabinet, she stumbled upon what looked like a hidden camera. If Zirou hadn't spotted it, her entire skirt would have been captured by it the moment I lifted her up.
I don't know how many girls' skirts the person in charge of this secret room has been able to take pictures of with this lens and this mechanism. When I thought of this, I felt a surge of anger in my heart, but also a slight sense of irritation. Finally, I had to sigh at Zirou's wit and cleverness. She could imagine that this combination lock was inexplicably placed in such a high place, and there must be a strange purpose for it.
I thought I heard Zirou mutter a soft curse, "Pervert!" Then she took off her matching JK sweater and covered the camera, completely obscuring it. Now, Zirou was wearing only a JK shirt and a bow tie. Compared to the academic elegance she had just shown in the sweater, her school uniform-style girlishness was now even more prominent.
Especially this white shirt is slightly transparent, which slightly highlights Zirou's thin waist and figure. But I don't know if it's because of the better proportions or what, but the thin-looking Zirou's chest curves appear more beautiful.
I felt like I was going to lose control of myself if I continued staring at the clear and elegant girl in school uniform in front of me, so I quickly retracted my gaze, squatted down again, opened my arms, and gently approached the beautiful legs of the high school girl in front of me. This time Zirou didn't call for me to stop, and I hugged her gently.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, but I felt as if there was a fresh body fragrance of a young girl coming towards me, and the skin of the girl's thighs that my hands and face touched felt smooth and slightly cool, like a piece of perfect mutton-fat jade that was slippery in my hands.
I gathered my composure, gritted my teeth, and lifted the girl up with all my strength. Zirou seemed a little scared to be held like this. She grabbed my shoulders with one hand, leaning her lower body weight forward on me, and clung to the edge of the cabinet with the other hand, looking towards the inner wall.
I heard Zirou start to recite something, and it seemed that they were all ancient poems with missing words, such as "XX fame and fortune are dust and earth, XX road is clouds and moon". I thought that this time I really hit Zirou's strong point. When it comes to reciting ancient poems, I dare say that no one in the whole school is better than her.
But my mind was no longer on the password. I hugged the pretty girl in front of me, my cheek practically pressed against the absolute space between her legs and her skirt. I couldn't help but see all sorts of memories of that night flooding into my mind... This literary girl, the most pure, flawless, and reserved in the eyes of all the boys in school, possessed the pure, perfect valley of chastity that only a fairy could possess... That was the cherry blossom pink that represented a girl's purity...
These memories disturbed my thoughts, and I couldn't even control the feeling of my lower body slowly getting hard. It wasn't until Zirou patted my shoulder for the third time that I reacted.
Zirou's voice was very soft, a little muffled and disappointed above my head. "It's not high enough... at the top... there are a few lines that can't be seen..."
I tried to hug her higher, but Zirou, whose center of gravity was unstable, seemed unable to go any higher in this position, so I could only put her down first.
After returning to the ground, Zirou fell into deep thought as she looked at the combination lock on the ceiling. There were only a few words left to unlock the answer. Anyone would be unwilling to do so. She bit her lip, looked at the ceiling, then looked at me, and finally looked down at her skirt.
Her voice was originally quite clear, but now her voice has become soft and whispery.
"Can you... let me... sit... on your... shoulders..."
I didn't react for a moment, and when I did, my face was a little hot. The position Zirou mentioned meant that her legs in the skirt would be on my shoulders, and the bottom of her skirt... would be facing the back of my neck...
For Zirou, who has always been shy and introverted, riding on a boy like this with her legs spread out is so embarrassing and unbearable. Even I find it hard to imagine asking Zirou, who is usually as clear as water, to pose in such a posture.
Time was passing by little by little, and this was the only way for Zirou to decipher the entire password as quickly as possible. She had to reach out to the password lock on the wall and enter the password to open the door. Given the height of the password lock, this was the only way.
In order to avoid making the situation too awkward, I didn't dare say a word, for fear of breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the air. In fact, it wasn't that I felt embarrassed inside, but as a boy, I was more looking forward to it... looking forward to reliving that kind of intimate contact with Zirou again... So I was afraid that Zirou would change her mind, so I quickly squatted down.
It seemed to be still for a few seconds, and I felt that Zirou behind me was holding down her skirt with one hand, and then she gently crossed one foot over my shoulder. Then she held my neck with both hands, and gently crossed the other leg over, and both legs hit my shoulders.
"Slow down...it's a little shaky...I'm scared."
I crossed my hands in front of my chest and pressed them on Zirou's knees wearing white stockings, feeling the smooth texture of the stockings and the touch of the delicate, elastic and taut skin where the girl's skin met the stockings. Then I stood up gently. Zirou was a little scared of this posture and gently reminded me to go slower. She also held up both sides of my head with her hands.
But the most exciting thing was that due to her nervousness, Zirou's thighs could not help but move together, tightly clamping the sides of my neck. My neck probably never thought that it would have the opportunity to have such contact with the delicate skin of a young girl. The cool and smooth touch really made me want to die in Zirou's thighs.
But Zirou, riding on me, was experiencing extremely complex feelings. On the one hand, being carried so high, her fear of heights brought on a sense of panic, making her entire body more sensitive and weak. On the other hand, the sensitive and delicate skin on her inner thighs was pricked by the prickly, hard hair that covered my head and neck, a common sight for boys my age, and it was particularly itchy.
Especially because the ancient poem password and the password lock are not distributed on the same vertical line, I have to look left and right and enter the password. Zirou can only direct me to move left and right. The back and forth shaking not only makes Zirou's body and mind suffer from the fear of heights and make her whole body soft and hot, but also makes the skin on the inside of her thighs rub against my hair even more intensely.
Especially when she started to enter the password, Zirou had to lean forward as much as possible and stretch her arms to reach the password dial, so that her entire girlish pussy was almost completely pressed against the back of my neck, separated only by a layer of girlish panties that was as thin as it could be.
I have never had such a magical feeling in my life. I can almost feel the incomparably tender skin deep between the girl's legs from the back of my neck, which is slightly warmer than the skin on her thighs... The touch can even make me imagine the shape of the warm and moist Yuxi flower stamens... And because the hair on the back of my head is particularly spiky, every time I move, as my spiky hair rubs against the girl's soft and tender virgin valley through her panties, I can hear Zirou above me seeming to get softer and softer, and she even lets out a slight, rapid gasp. One hand tightly grasps my shoulder, and even her nails are almost embedded in my shoulder flesh. "Slow...slow down...don't move...ah...ah...then...to the left...a little bit."
Although I knew Zirou was directing me to move, these words with sexual connotations, spoken from her elegant mouth with a slight gasp, were a fatal blow to all boys.
I couldn't help but gently turn my neck left and right to let the thorns on the back of my head rub against the most sensitive and chaste virgin valley of this clear and watery literary girl. The tingling hard hair was like a brush, brushing and wiping the girl's delicate vagina again and again...
Zirou's breathing seemed to accelerate, and I could even hear a soft moan. Just as my prank was about to reach its climax, I felt her entire body heating up. Her legs tightened around my neck, making it hard to breathe. Almost instantly, I felt a warmth surging from the back of my neck, only to hear a "pop" above my head, and we both fell to the padded floor. The combination lock had been unlocked.