Mitsuru let out a contented sigh as she felt the hot water of the shower hit her body. While she understood the need for a physical education class, and she could appreciate the bit of exercise it gave her, she still would have preferred something else to do with the hour. At the very least she could always enjoy cleaning up after the class had ended; it was the one vice she truly allowed herself during the school day. In fact, Mitsuru was so absorbed in the comfort of the water that she had no idea she was not alone.
Mitsuru didn't know her, but she most certainly knew Mitsuru. Most of the student body considered her a stalker, but she knew that it was simply a pure love Mitsuru would come to understand. Until then, she was content to gaze upon the beautiful redhead from afar, fantasizing about meeting her and loving her. It was this complete obsession with the Kirijo heiress that had led Mitsuru's stalker to enact her most daring plan to date. She had spent weeks honing her plan; memorizing Mitsuru's class schedule, her habits, finding the perfect time to strike. When she found it, that was only half the plan; next, she had to get her hands on a school master key (no easy feat, but she had managed it all the same), find an excuse to step out of her classroom (faking a need to see the nurse had taken care of that), and mustering up her courage.
All of this meticulous planning had led her here, her heart racing as she thought about what she was about to do. Today, she would claim the ultimate prize- Mitsuru Kirijo's underwear! She had fantasized about those intimate garments more nights than she could count, and now they were just about to be in her very hands! Making sure to stay as hidden as possible, the stalker crept to what must have been Mitsuru's locker. With trembling hands, she slid the master key into the lock, beaming as she felt the lock yield. Opening the door, she gazed upon her spoils. Right there in front of her lay Mitsuru's entire wardrobe for the day. Her school uniform, somehow more elegant and beautiful on the Kirijo queen than on anybody else in the school, and on top of that sat the redhead's undergarments.
With shaking hands, Mitsuru's stalker grabbed the undergarments, handling them as if they were sacred relics. They were just as beautiful and delicate as she'd imagined; silky to the touch and beautifully tailored, they were wonderfully suited for their owner. Before her nerves could fail, the mysterious stalker stuffed the garments into her bag, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest. She had done it! Mitsuru Kirijo's underwear was hers!
Just as she turned to leave, a thought entered her head. She had the ultimate prize, but why stop there? Mitsuru's uniform was right there, surely imbued with her intoxicating scent. And if she took the uniform, Mitsuru would have to come to her to get it back; more importantly, she'd have to come to her with nothing else but her school towel. The idea sent shivers down the infatuated girl's spine, truly a dream come true. But why entice Mitsuru to come to her when the redhead was just a few yards away, naked and glistening in the shower, just begging her to slip into the stall and join her. But did she have the guts?
Mitsuru's dedicated "lover" weighed her options. She had her prize, but should she risk taking more?
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