Yixinxue’s cheeks flushed involuntarily. Overcome by shyness, she averted her gaze.

Back when her hair flowed long, she could twirl strands to ease her nerves. Now, her hands felt utterly lost.

Lingyuan stared helplessly at the shapely legs before him.

*Those were a girl’s legs. Real legs!*

Most shockingly, his eyes followed the curve upward—and widened.

*It’s freezing out… and she’s only wearing…*

“Idiot! Where are you even looking?!”

Her face burned deeper crimson. Raw, unfamiliar shame flooded her features.

That tough-girl act?

Just a flimsy shield hiding her shyness. Her body betrayed her far too honestly.

At Yixinxue’s voice, Lingyuan snapped his head down.

“You’re sure… Class Rep…?”

“Hurry up, dummy…”

“Alright.”

Lingyuan swallowed hard. His hand settled on Yixinxue’s thigh. The moment his fingertips brushed that porcelain-smooth skin, he froze.

*So soft!*

Not as yielding as her chest, yet gravity made the flesh dimple slightly beneath his touch. The slow rebound when he lifted his fingers was hypnotic.

This scene—straight out of an anime—was real. Every otaku’s fantasy laid bare.

Especially with Yixinxue’s legs…

*Masterpieces.* No—*she* was the masterpiece. Every curve, every line, flawless.

Lingyuan shook his head sharply. *Snap out of it. Almost got charmed by her legs. If she realized… she’d have me wrapped around her finger.*

His eyes narrowed. A mischievous thought sparked.

His fingers hooked the edge of her stocking. Slowly, he tugged it down, letting his knuckles graze her skin. An electric jolt shot through Yixinxue. Her whole body jerked.

*Ah! What’s Lingyuan doing?!*

A whimper nearly escaped her throat. She bit her lip hard, stifling the sound. But the restraint only stoked the fire within.

*H-how…? I can’t stay tough like this…*

Her flame-red eyes shimmered with liquid warmth.

Then—Lingyuan yanked the stocking off in one swift motion.

“Mmph?!”

The sudden shift shattered Yixinxue’s building tension. Her knees buckled.

“You—” She opened her mouth, but a choked gasp threatened to spill out. She clamped her lips shut.

“Didn’t you ask me to take off your stockings, Class Rep?” Lingyuan feigned innocence. *She’s crumbling. Fast.*

*Is this just stress relief for her? Using me as a pressure valve?*

*…Am I just a tool to her?*

He clung to that thought. *Better than being loved by a yandere. “I fell for a yandere” is a story. “A yandere fell for me” is a disaster.*

*She’s not that extreme… yet.*

“I…” Yixinxue’s teeth sank into her lip. That tingling sensation had shattered her icy facade.

*Stay strong. Stay strong. Or I’ll never get what I want…*

But why was she so sensitive? She hadn’t even touched herself, yet dampness soaked through.

Her leg still rested on the table. One glance upward from Lingyuan, and he’d see everything.

*At least today’s underwear is dark… he won’t notice…*

“Let’s… continue…”

“You look like you’re about to collapse, Class Rep.”

She swayed like a leaf trembling in autumn wind.

“I…” Her hand lifted halfway, then dropped.

*No courage for anything bolder…*

Silence stretched. Yixinxue just stared at him. The air turned arctic.

“Class Rep… you okay?” Lingyuan ventured.

“Mm…” She pulled her leg back, snatching the stocking from his hand. “Go back to class.”

“Are you sure—”

“Just go.” She turned away. Her bell chimed softly.

“Right.” Lingyuan slipped out quietly.

*Phew.* Yixinxue sank onto the table. The flush hadn’t faded. Her body still ached…

*Just… a little relief with my hand… that’s all…*

“HEY! CLASS REP! WHAT DO I TELL EVERYONE?!” Lingyuan burst back in, wrenching the door open.

Humiliation and fury clashed on her face. She clamped a hand over her skirt. “IDIOT! GET OUT!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Lingyuan scrambled back, slamming the door behind him. He sprinted to class like a ghost chased him.

Alone in the storage room, Yixinxue sat motionless on the table.

“That idiot…” she murmured.

*Punishment. Tonight. Definitely.*

*Can’t do anything wild at school… but outside?*

She massaged her cheeks, willing the blush away. Smoothed her rumpled uniform.

“How reckless…”

A self-mocking whisper escaped her lips.

“When will I ever be as strong as my sister said…?”

*…Or… maybe he could pin me to this table instead…*

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Back in class, Lingyuan kept his head ducked. *She looked furious. Did I see something I shouldn’t have?*

He risked a glance at Yixinxue’s rigid back. *She won’t even turn around. Sitting so stiffly… I’m dead meat tonight.*

Yixinxue propped her chin on her palm. Her gaze dimmed.

*Was I too harsh? He won’t even look at me now…*

*If we drift apart… will he ever listen to me again?*

“Um… Class Rep… lunch? Still together?” Guilt gnawed at Lingyuan. He couldn’t stand the icy silence—not even for minutes.

“Why wouldn’t we?” She turned, offering a small smile. Lingyuan exhaled silently.

*Please, Yanxi… don’t show up at lunch. Your brother just wants to survive the day…*