Mulling over the decision while keeping pace with Mitsuru, the stalker's eyes were firmly on the towel. With each step they took, the towel continued to wind away, tugging at the hem and deteriorating the cloth; further exposing flesh that captivated her gaze. As more and more of Mitsuru's smooth, rounded posterior crept slowly into view, the stalker knew that there was no going back now. As tantalizing as Mitsuru's potential gratitude was to her, the temptation of witnessing her in her purest form was just too much to bear. Fueled by lust, she remained silent, licking her lips as more of her idol was laid bare before her.
"Wait!"
Mitsuru had stopped and had given the stalker a serious look, her right arm raised as a signal. "W-what is it, Mitsuru-senpai?" the stalker stuttered. "Have I been found out?" she thought.
"I hear voices. Please, take a look around the corner for me," Mitsuru ordered, gesturing down the bend in the hall.
Shaken from her delusions, the stalker crept forward and peeked around the corner. Down the other hallway, she could see a group of boys hanging around by a water fountain. They seemed to be just standing there, slacking off and talking about some nonsense or another, too involved with themselves to pay attention to their surroundings. She relayed this to Mitsuru.
"Hmph," Mitsuru spoke after taking in the information. "Shame on them for skipping their classes, but as long as they are focused on their own affairs they should not give us any trouble so long as we move quickly. Go and see if the way ahead is clear."
"Right!" the stalker replied, moving ahead to the next split in the path. All was clear to the left, all was clear to the right. She turned to Mitsuru and waved to her that the way was clear. Giving one more peek down the hallway, Mitsuru readied herself and sprinted towards the stalker.
And that was when it all happened.
Halfway across the corridor, fully within her sprint, the towel suddenly burst apart into a shower of thin threads, like snow. The stalker's face immediately flushed red, quivering with joy and ecstacy at the full frontal view of Mitsuru's naked body. From her firm breasts down to her shapely thighs, taking in every minute detail and committing it to memory, the stalker was fully in awe. Mitsuru's body was that of a goddess, just as she imagined it would be.
Said goddess, however, was confused at both her protector's odd expression and the sudden draft chilling her to her core. Gazing downwards, she let out a shrill squeak, surprised, embarrassed, scared, and outraged all at the same time. Turning around, she could see that the towel she once wore was reduced to nothing more than a pile of linen scraps, unsuitable for covering anything.
"Huh, what was that?" a male voice rang out from the adjoining hallway.
That voice snapped the girls back into action. Rushing towards Mitsuru, the stalker grabbed her arm and led her down the hallway, away from the dastardly interlopers who would dare interrupt this precious moment. Desperate to find a hiding place, she led them to the nearest bathroom.
Safely away from prying eyes for the moment, they stopped to collect their breath. Her heart pounding, the stalker didn't know what to do next. Mitsuru was now fully naked with her, but if she wanted to stay in her good graces as well as protect her from meddlers she'd have to come up with a plan fast.
As she was thinking this over, the feeling of Mitsuru's hand leaving her own broke her concentration and gave the stalker a sudden realization. She had grasped Mitsuru's hand! She had never been so bold, aside from of course, robbing her love of her clothes and catching a glimpse of her naked form, but still.
"T-Thanks," Mitsuru uttered, clearly shaken.
The stalker turned around to see Mitsuru huddling nervously in the center of the room, her arms covering her breasts and her crotch somewhat awkwardly, her face a deep crimson with her lips pursed in a wash of shameful emotions.
"Don't stare!" Mitsuru snapped, clutching herself even tighter.
"Sorry!" the stalker whimpered, almost breaking into tears and turning around. This vulnerable, fearful side of Mitsuru was strange and unfamiliar to her. Did she go too far? Did Mitsuru suspect her?
After several seconds, Mitsuru sighed deeply. "I am sorry," she said. "I did not mean to snap at you, especially when you have displayed nothing but the utmost in loyalty and trustworthiness so far. I just could not believe it when my towel suddenly fell apart as it did, leaving me nude. Either it must have caught on something or someone has been failing to provide the locker rooms with towels of sufficient quality. Unfortunately, it is obvious that I can no longer safely search for the thief like this. It sickens me that such a depraved wretch will escape their comeuppance, but I am afraid we must throw in the towel; although it seems I am no longer capable of even that..." she finished morosely, in a shallow attempt at humor.
Mitsuru's words cut deeply at the stalker. She still didn't suspect her at all! Such kindness from her, and how did she repay that kindness? If Mitsuru found out the truth now, she would never forgive her. As much as having her naked by her side was a dream come true, it killed her to see her suffering like this. It was supposed to be mutual consent!... after a little push, of course.
"Mitsuru-senpai!" the stalker wept, too filled with shame to sneak a peek at her through the mirror. "We can't give up yet! The Mitsuru Kirijo I know would never quit, no matter what! Isn't there anything else you can think of?"
Mitsuru's brow furrowed in deep thought. But it was only a few short moments until her face lit up in inspiration. However, the stalker may soon regret this course of action, as Mitsuru's idea turned out to greatly mess up her plan to get some intimate alone time with her idol. Her face paled as Mitsuru suggested...
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