Observation

“Won’t be discovered? Senior, you’re still a man. If a light skirt like that gets blown by the wind, it’ll lift up, right? As long as it blows high enough, unless you’re wearing safety shorts underneath, otherwise…”

Hmm, Collins thought of something.

If he wore safety shorts, that could indeed cover up the most important exposed area.

Sphinx removed his hand from his lips, then placed it on the edge of the skirt and lifted it up.

“Don’t worry, I told you, it won’t be discovered.”

Under the lifted skirt, there was a flat surface with no bulge.

Collins touched his chin, his face full of disbelief.

Sphinx raised his head proudly and asked: “Well? Can’t tell what’s there, right?”

Collins nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t look like an illusion, and it’s impossible that it’s a body modification. How on earth did you do this?”

Sphinx sneered at Collins’ thoughts.

“Junior, you’re too young. You don’t even know that some traps, in order to make their role-playing more perfect, have invented many ways to hide their lower parts. The simplest way is to pull it back and clamp it between the thighs.”

Collins immediately looked at Sphinx’s thighs. Perhaps due to special treatment, this man’s legs from the roots of his thighs to his ankles had no hair at all, smooth and delicate, even better-looking than most girls’.

Clicking his tongue a few times, Collins moved his gaze to the base of the thighs.

“Stop staring. How could I use such a low-level, childish method like clamping my legs to hide my precious treasure?”

Collins scratched his head as strange thoughts began to brew in his mind.

“Hmm, I think I’ve heard that skilled traps can use a short strip of transparent tape to…”

Sphinx sneered again.

“That’s their cheap trick. Someone as refined as me would never use such boring methods. And the thought of sticking things with tape? Just thinking about it feels disgusting.”

“Hmm, could it be a fake vagina?”

Collins had heard some shameless people say that high-quality fake vaginas can be indistinguishable from real ones.

Sphinx shook his head confidently.

“Nope. Keep guessing. There’s a prize if you get it right.”

Collins studied carefully.

After a long while, Collins responded helplessly.

“No, I can’t tell.”

Collins felt that he was indeed lacking in some areas of common knowledge.

“Giving up so soon? I can give you a hint.”

“A hint won’t help. I really don’t have much deep understanding in the area of cross-dressing.”

Sphinx walked to Collins’ original chair and teased.

“Hey, hey, this is your last hint. Guess quickly.”

“Hmm… something seems… a little off.”

Collins pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Sphinx.

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Victoria walked into the hallway, her heart pounding wildly. She felt that she shouldn’t have run out like that. For a boy who had made up his mind and was ready to confess, her hesitating like this and irresponsibly running away was even more cruel than rejecting him outright.

That boy—the one who said he was willing to help her, the one who asked for nothing in return, the one who shyly and indirectly expressed that he wanted to go to the bonfire party with her—after seeing her run away like that, he must be heartbroken, right?

Victoria bit her lip. In her mind, she pictured Collins sitting on his chair, looking up at the ceiling, forcing his eyelids closed when the soreness in his eyes became unbearable, as tears slid slowly down the fine lines of his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

Then, the tears would pour down like rain.