“Got it, got it, yeah!” Chenxi let out a victorious cheer.
“Okay, carry me out.”
“Yes!” I responded, my right arm wrapping around Chenxi’s thighs, the soft, rounded sensation constantly stimulating my senses. I suppressed the fluttering in my heart, and with my left hand, I lifted her school uniform, grabbing the back of her skirt and pulling it down with a sharp tug.
Rip!
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Chenxi’s entire body slipped out.
Chenxi clutched her chest, her expression twisted, likely due to the sudden force that had hurt her. Her back was exposed, revealing a delicate pink skin, seemingly kissed by the setting sun, incredibly beautiful.
As Chenxi turned, I quickly bent down to pick up the scattered school uniform. Just as my hand grabbed the sleeve, a black high-boot stepped on it.
“Don’t step on my clothes! I need to wear them.” I looked up, puzzled, wondering if she was retaliating because I had touched her skin or torn her clothes.
Chenxi crouched down, her slender fingers lifting Jiu’s chin. “You can throw away dirty things. There’s a school uniform under the desk that’s now yours. Let’s go.”
Chenxi pried open my fist that was clutching the uniform, pulling me towards the classroom.
Around the corner, a small figure emerged. Seeing Chenxi holding Jiu’s hand, she felt both envy and jealousy, biting her lips until they bled, unaware of her own pain. This hidden observer was Yamashita Izumi, who had followed Jiu after finishing her bathroom break.
However, she kept her distance, ensuring Jiu didn’t notice her. What angered her was seeing the half-breed constantly seducing Jiu, forcing him to come here, knowing they were stealing books.
Only after they disappeared from sight did Yamashita Izumi regain her composure, rushing towards the red-brick house where pieces of the black-and-white school uniform lay scattered.
“Jiu…” Yamashita Izumi called out timidly.
She sped up, picking up the uniform from the ground, brushing off the yellow dust, and hugging it tightly, her eyes gleaming with obsession.
“Ha ha… Jiu, it’s Jiu’s scent, it’s Jiu’s scent!” Yamashita Izumi closed her eyes, deeply inhaling the smell of the uniform.
In her mind, the uniform had transformed into Jiu, and she held her beloved tightly, lost in her own fantasy world. After a long while, Yamashita Izumi was startled back to reality by the sound of the school bell.
“Class already?” Yamashita Izumi looked towards the school building, unusually calm. She didn’t want to go to class; she just wanted to be alone with Jiu.
After a moment of silence, Yamashita Izumi turned away from the school building, heading in the opposite direction. As she reached the school gate, her phone rang, displaying a call from her English teacher.
Yamashita Izumi answered, hearing a frantic female voice: “Yamashita Izumi, where are you? Why aren’t you in class?”
“Teacher Zhang, I, I have a stomachache. I can’t come right now. I’m at the infirmary. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Yamashita Izumi anxiously hugged the uniform closer.
“As long as you’re okay, I’m worried about your safety. Next time, call the teacher first, okay?”
“Okay, thank you, Teacher. I’ll make sure to notify you next time… Okay, okay, thank you, Teacher. Goodbye.” Yamashita Izumi sighed in relief after hanging up.
For the first time in her life, she had skipped class and lied to a teacher to be alone with her beloved. But it didn’t matter; nothing else in the world mattered to her anymore. Yamashita Izumi crumpled Jiu’s uniform into a ball and pressed it against her chest, skipping happily towards home.
Yamashita Izumi’s home was far away. Her parents had rented her a small apartment near the school, visiting only during holidays. Most of the time, she was alone, walking to and from school, playing alone, smiling alone, and crying alone. But now, things were different.
“Jiu, you’re mine. You’re mine. One day, I’ll break your legs so you can’t go anywhere. I’ll make sure no one else wants you, and I’ll lock you in a jar, so you belong only to me.”
Giggles!
Five minutes later, Yamashita Izumi returned home. The door was an old wooden one. She opened it and stepped inside. The apartment was only thirty square meters, with a small bed, a bathroom, and a kitchen. That was all there was.
Yamashita Izumi gently placed the uniform on the bed, as if it were a frail prince.
Excitedly, she rubbed her hands together, entered the bathroom, and turned on the faucet, taking a cold shower. After stepping out, she leaped onto the bed, rolling around with the uniform, laughing happily.
She covered herself with the uniform, reached for the bottle of baijiu on the bedside table.
Gulp gulp gulp
She drank deeply, finishing half the bottle in one go before placing it back. The fiery taste of the baijiu burned her throat, and soon, Yamashita Izumi’s consciousness began to fade. The uniform was no longer just a piece of clothing; it was a loving and gentle Jiu.
Yamashita Izumi drifted into a dream, her lips curled into a smile, occasionally whispering Jiu’s name even in her sleep.
Ding ding ding…
The alarm clock woke Yamashita Izumi from her dream. She squinted, turning off the dog-shaped alarm clock. Suddenly, she remembered something and sat up with a start: “Jiu, Jiu…”
Seeing Jiu’s uniform on the floor, she quickly picked it up, noticing the dirt stains. She placed it in the washbasin, adding water and detergent, and began washing it, murmuring to herself: “Jiu, I’ll wash you clean. Don’t be afraid; no one can hurt you.”
Yamashita Izumi washed it three times, rinsed it out, and held it close, kissing it. But as she smelled it, her brow furrowed. “Jiu’s wonderful scent is gone, washed away with the dirt, Jiu, Jiu…”
Yamashita Izumi sat on the floor, hugging her head, sobbing. Her eyes turned red, and tears streamed down her face.
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