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"Zirou, are you okay?"
After leaving the classroom, we emerged into a hallway resembling a school, with a restroom at the end. We'd all been holding it in for a while, so we each headed to the restroom. But after I'd been out for several minutes, Zirou still hadn't responded. Remembering the dangerous situation Yitong and Zirou had encountered in the pool room, I worried something might have happened, so I quickly called out to the restroom.
After a long while, I heard Zirou's very faint echo, "Um... Sorry... Wait for me a moment."
Zirou, who was in the bathroom, stared at the white panties she had taken off and were stained with liquid for a while, then sighed softly.
Zirou came out of the bathroom and looked at me, forcing a somewhat forced smile, but her ears were even redder and hotter than just now in the classroom. An indescribable shyness made her look very pretty.
I wanted to ask her several times if she had a fever, why her cheeks and ears were so red.
But when the words were on the tip of my tongue, I noticed that there was a hint of shyness and a pitiful temperament in Zirou's clear eyes today. A feeling of pity that made it impossible to ask her questions surged in my heart, and I swallowed the words back.
The two of us maintained a silent understanding, as if avoiding the ambiguous process of opening the secret room just now. But thinking back on that moment, the reaction of Zirou, who is usually shy, quiet and introverted, still gave me an indescribable excitement.
Until we reached the end of the corridor, a new door appeared in front of us. After pushing it open, we found that it was a huge library space. Although the books on the shelves looked like empty decorations, the atmosphere and decoration were still quite good.
The cold voice of the official announcement sounded again.
"Two challengers, please go to the table next to you, put on your VR glasses and noise-isolating earmuffs, and prepare to accept the next challenge."
We both looked at the table next to us, and sure enough, there were lightweight VR glasses and earmuffs. I first tried to help Zirou put on the two tools, and then put myself on.
As expected, after putting them on, the scene in front of me immediately became richer, as if I was in a bright library in a Japanese animation. The earmuffs seemed to have a voice transmission function. I tried to gently ask Zirou how she felt, and she replied softly through the earphones, "Well, it's okay... a little dizzy."
"It's okay, I'll take you for a walk."
I took the opportunity to reach out and hold Zirou's hand. It felt cool, soft and delicate in my hand. I could feel Zirou's slender fingers, which made my heart beat faster.
But this new task came so quickly that I had to let go of Zirou's hand.
"You need to find two books with codes on the bookshelf in front of you and decipher the codes. The characteristics of the two books are..."
There were more tasks than I expected. In order to get out of this predicament as quickly as possible, I said into my headset, "Why don't we complete them separately?"
Zirou didn't reply to me, but I could hear her gentle breathing in the headphones. I took it as tacit agreement to this suggestion, slowly loosened my hand, walked to the bookshelf, and began looking for the code book mentioned.
Zirou also heard the order to find a book, although it was slightly different from what I heard. The order Zirou heard was to go with me and just find the thickest book and decipher the code inside.
Zirou was walking gently into the bookshelf. The book she was looking for was not difficult to find. There was a row of books on the bookshelf, and one of them looked particularly obvious in VR. She found the thick book without much effort. According to the order, the password was hidden in the book. She just needed to read according to the chapters and find the corresponding symbols.
But when she took it out and saw the title of the book, Zirou blushed. It was clearly written in large letters: "Jin Ping Mei".
Zirou was the kind of person who would shyly turn the pages quickly when reading the ancient texts in Dream of the Red Chamber that mentioned sexual matters. Now she actually had to read this ancient book that was entirely about sexual matters, which made her find it even more difficult to accept.
But the answer is hidden in the code of the chapter. Just don't think about it, read it quickly, find it, and leave.
After following the instructions of the mechanism's voice to open the corresponding chapter, Zirou found that Xiaojie, who was standing behind her, also placed his hand on the edge of the page and started reading with her.
Thinking that Xiaojie was standing so close behind her, Zirou's heart trembled slightly. She remembered the scene in the classroom just now, and her ears became hot again.
At this moment, Xiaojie's breathing seemed to become heavier, and it passed over her sensitive neck like a vague breath, which made Zirou tremble all over. She couldn't help but think of the empty and uncovered secret garden of the girl under her skirt.
After searching for a while, I still had no clue. I don't know if it was because of some other reasons in my mind, but I took off the VR device in advance and scanned Wen Zirou's whole body from behind her with a look as if I was appreciating a piece of art for a young girl.
Wen Zirou, dressed as a high school girl, has an indescribable elegance and calmness. The girl's thin arms and waist make the white JK shirt look slightly loose, and there seems to be some room for air inside the clothes, but the girl's chest and waist and hips retain a sufficiently round curve against the backdrop of such thinness, and the high waistline also allows the girl to retain a pair of attractive long legs under the short skirt.
When the girl's upper body leaned on the bookshelf in the library and spread out the book to read, she bent forward slightly, and the pair of teardrop-shaped breasts on her chest, which were still developing and looked like newly peeled jade shoots, drooped slightly, while the girl's beautiful buttocks with beautiful curves tilted back slightly.
What other artwork in the world can compare to the one in front of me, which is mixed with the clear atmosphere of a high school literary girl, but always reveals a faint temptation of alluring breath in the corners.
In such a perfect scene, I felt like something in my body was swelling, and I didn't want to break this beauty all of a sudden. I just stood behind the girl, put one of my hands gently on the edge of the book, and gently touched the girl's fingers.
The girl's innocence was also fully reflected. My light touch made Zirou retract her fingers into the pages of the book.
But this astringency slowly aroused my desire. I smelled the fresh fragrance of Zirou's hair on the back of her neck mixed with the girl's faint body fragrance, and looked at the light blue blood vessels showing under the girl's slightly pale skin. I felt that my long-abstinent penis was awakened again, and my breathing became heavier and heavier.
A heavy breath passed over the back of the girl's neck, and I could clearly feel Zirou's body trembling slightly. I couldn't help but gently place my other hand on Zirou's waist, touching the girl's delicate skin through the slightly transparent and thin shirt.
The girl in front of me reacted much more strongly to this light touch than when my fingers touched her just now. She almost subconsciously dodged slightly to the side. But when I put my left hand on her waist for the second time, she didn't struggle anymore, but her whole body was trembling slightly.
The girl's waist was so soft and boneless, showing the owner's helplessness. This was just the landing point of my evil hand, not the end. My hand quickly moved towards the next target. My big hand slowly moved forward from the girl's waist to the front of her abdomen, and then gently moved upward.
The big hand that just landed on her waist almost made Zirou scream, but when she thought of the shy scene in the classroom just now, Zirou held back again.
But this hand was getting more and more restless, and was slowly moving forward from her waist. Zirou felt that it seemed a bit too much, and wanted to reach out and hold it down, but she heard a familiar voice in her ear, "Don't move..."
Then came my trembling, soliloquy confession: "Let me hold you gently for a moment."
"I've liked you for a long time."
"I just couldn't help it..."
"I feel so bad..."
"Just for a moment... just let me hold you..."
"I can't do anything else."
"I really like you."
Zirou trembled all over, and the hand that was about to reach out to hold it down slowly stopped and fell back on the book.
My hand did not stop attacking, but moved slowly upwards until it paused slightly at the girl's ribs. I turned my palm into a vertical position and penetrated into the deep groove of the girl's soft skin from the middle, feeling the slight squeeze of the overlapping curves on both sides. The soft touch was really perfect.
I am not nostalgic for the soft feeling of the deep valley in the middle. Although I know that the beautiful breasts and snow-white cleavage of the poetic and clear-minded girl in front of me are a holy place that has attracted countless boys' dreams, what I love most are the two virgin peaks on both sides.
My hand moved gently to the side and fell on the girl's tender and delicate breasts that were still developing.
Although there was a thin layer of school uniform shirt and the girl's white vest between them, the wonderful feeling of fuller and heavier texture due to the girl bending over could still be transmitted through the entire grasping palm.
It is the touch of a high school girl that makes every man crazy. It can remind you of the firm feeling when you first touched a girl's chest in your youth. It is a full and firm feeling that trembles slightly with your breathing in the palm of your hand. It is a real elasticity. Repeatedly kneading the skin inside gently can also give you a sense of full feedback.
I gently kneaded the girl's treasure-like breasts, indulging in the full feeling.
There always seems to be something missing through the shirt and vest.
I knew this was a rare opportunity to get close to the body of the quiet girl in front of me while she was so submissive. Looking at her pale but baby-like delicate skin, I knew my happiness was about to begin.
My hand moved back to the cleavage that I had just been nostalgic for, where was the last line of defense on the girl's body, with a few buttons of a shirt that could be easily unbuttoned.
I had practiced this action in my mind countless times since my trip to the villa, and now I just did it lightly.
Wen Zirou felt that my hands on her body were becoming more and more excessive, but the gentle sweet words coming from her ears made her unable to resist, especially in such a secret room where the two of us were alone. Thinking of the friction in the classroom just now, it was a wonderful feeling that Zirou missed.