♤Masked girl × Her Bully♡🔞

CHAPTER 11: Down town

Shrouded in timidity, the girl sat alone at her desk, her face concealed behind a mask, a shield against the scrutiny of her peers.

The sun's feeble attempts to pierce the classroom gloom only highlighted her solitude. Huddled in the shadows, she hugged herself, a silent plea for invisibility amidst the chatter of carefree voices.

Amidst the bustling room, a girl with alluring, pouty lips seated herself on Katsuki's lap, gently enveloping him in her embrace.

Her skirt, daringly short, raised eyebrows, revealing a boldness that invited attention. The short length left little to the imagination, and it became evident that the intention was to capture Katsuki's focus, drawing the gaze of other girls in the room.

Meanwhile, the surrounding girls, sensed a challenge, There were hair flips, subtle throat clearing (though not subtle enough).

While a bevy of attractive girls as always endeavored to capture Katsuki's attention, his mind seemed to reside in a more malevolent realm, fixated on a quiet figure tucked away in the corner.

His intense red gaze fixed upon her, her face obscured behind bug-eyed glasses, concealed within the folds of a large hoodie that concealed the contours of her form.

The modest attire only seemed to fuel his desire .

The sunlight filtered through, casting a glow on her eyes, making them shimmer like hidden gems. As the sunlight delicately touched her eyelashes, causing them to flutter, an inexplicable sensation stirred within him, an unusual allure emanating from the girl in the oversized hoodie.

He couldn't escape the vivid recollection of her skin the previous day, the tactile memory of its smoothness etched in his mind. Delving into the intricate details.

it was as if he could trace the delicate contours of her pelvic area with his thoughts alone.

The subtle curve of her belly, her small belly button became a mental fingerprint.

It wasn't just about the smoothness of her skin Whenever his touch traced her contours, he felt the gentle rise of almost invisible hairs, creating a soft landscape of goosebumps.

These tiny, involuntary reactions, like whispers on her skin, fascinated him. The emergence small bumps resonated the most .

A hitch in her breath at the contact of his knuckles.her muffled pleas and the subtle wetness of her curved lashes begging him to let her go ,quivering in her timid voice,

fuck
made him curse under his breath .

he reminisce the intricate details of her form, particularly her pubic hair that commenced at the end of her flat belly. The strands, light and gently curly, formed a subtle pattern that seemed to accentuate the uniqueness .

in comparison with other girls he had been with all of them always opted for a clean shaved and polished look, acknowleding the societal notion that clean-shaved is always deemed more conventionally attractive.

he thinks that too never in his life preferred a women with overgrown mess he hated that it looks ugly and unhygienic , yet a lingering preference for her natural form persisted within him The clash between his previous standards and her natural form added a layer of contemplation.

A frustrated exhale escaped Katsuki's lips as he grappled with an unexplained irritation. The girl's presence seemed to be unsettling the calm he typically maintained. She was messing with his mind, and in response, a resolve to teach her a lesson solidified within him.

The need to regain control.

With a sudden, jolting motion, he pushed the girl who had been seeking his attention off his lap, causing her to stumble and fall onto the classroom floor. Amidst the collective hush that followed, the other girls vying for Katsuki's gaze couldn't help but conceal their triumphant smiles. For her, the swift descent was accompanied by a wave of acute embarrassment, her cheeks flushing with humiliation .