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As he walked down the stairs, he couldn't help but look back once.
The sun was setting, and dim yellow beams shone through the window, making even the floating dust visible. The empty corridor, for some reason, gave off a desolate and forlorn feeling. Because of this, the beautiful figure appeared even more unreal. Dreamlike white hair and graceful posture, like a jewel fallen into dust, shining undimmed.
Or to put it another way, even such brilliant and flawless light could be stained by dust.
The light flickered as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. Darkness suddenly cut off all the beams, making the corridor dim. The clueless white-haired girl walked forward, as if stepping directly into darkness, making her shadow dimmer, her fragrant soul faint.
But Kuze was no longer troubled by such illusions. He shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
Unaware of all this, Alya strolled through the empty campus, her steps cautious yet light. Her indoor shoes made no sound against the floor. Even unseen, she maintained the grace and composure of a young lady, fully armored, not letting down her guard.
Perhaps only in front of someone, when she was furious enough to be steaming mad, teasing him with a mischievous smile, watching him chat happily with other girls while biting her handkerchief in secret... and speaking to him without reservation in Russian, confessing her affection and feelings openly, could Alya feel some genuine relief.
Waiting for someone she liked, cared about—Alya's little tail was almost wagging to the sky, her mood unprecedentedly joyful, her footsteps even lighter. The lingering happiness and sweetness almost made her forget everything else. When she opened the door of the activity room, she was still savoring the recent conversation with Kuze inside her heart.
As soon as she entered, Alya's brows furrowed deeply. The lingering ghostly smell returned, even stronger, swirling in the small activity room, almost making her gag and unable to breathe.
What is this, nobody cleans here?
She quickly walked to the window and opened it. The wind rushed in, bringing some freshness, allowing her to catch her breath. With this relief, she noticed another scent entering her nose—fragrant and rich.
She looked around and spotted a tray on a cabinet in the corner of the room. Along with a complete tea set, there were her favorite little snacks. Alya went over and found a small note tucked under a cup. Pulling it out, her eyes met neat and elegant handwriting.
"To my dear Alya, apologies..."
Reading this far, Alya couldn't help but chuckle and continued reading.
[…Sending you treasured black tea and snacks, hoping my dear younger sister will forgive her poor older sister. Don't eat too much, save some for the surprise I have for you, sister Marsha (～￣▽￣)→))*￣▽￣*)o]
"What's this? An apology gift that asks me to save some for you..."
Holding the tray beside the long table, Alya picked up a small cake and bit into it. Her sapphire-clear eyes narrowed into a satisfied catlike expression. After trying the snacks, she poured herself a cup of black tea and sipped gently, full of fragrant aroma and sweet aftertaste.
"These are all top-notch. So Marsha usually keeps such good things?"I need to settle the score with her...
After eating a few cakes, Alya took out her phone, typing while pouring sweet jam into the blanket. As an undisputed and unwavering sweet lover, not only were her snacks always calorie-overloaded cakes, but she also liked to add a lethal amount of jam to her black tea, which often earned her complaints from Masha.
Of course, the price for this was the pair of breasts that could be said to be "placed" on the table, fully stuffed even under the figure-flattering school uniform suit, very eye-catching. Honestly, both Alya and Masha, who had full figures, were actually quite troubled—having breasts that were too heavy caused shoulder soreness and such...
[Masha, when are you coming over? If you don't come soon, I'll finish it all myself~]
Clicking send, Alya crossed her legs, sipping tea and eating snacks, her face full of happiness. The white stockings rubbed against each other, legs overlapping; the sound of fabric rubbing against smooth, well-shaped legs made anyone watching mouth a bit, secretly admiring this pair of over-the-knee white socks and the stunning display of her "absolute territory" (the exposed skin between skirt and stockings), while dodging the icy beauty's murderous gaze.
Inheriting her father's Russian bloodline, all the sisters of the Kyutou family had curvy figures with full breasts and hips, boasting figures far beyond those of girls their age. The only difference was that Masha seemed to take after her mother in height, with brown hair and a petite, Madonna-like figure that looked perfect to hold in one's arms and caress gently. That rich, voluptuous allure—soft, fragrant, and tender—was definitely a gentle realm that drowned all men.
Because of this, her love for black tea meant she could barely maintain this figure. Eating a bit more would easily make her plump in an alluring way, making her school uniform suit too tight to bear, as if a few buttons might pop off at any time. Although this was sexier, she seemed more troubled by being stared at by men, so she would quickly slim down again, eating less snacks and such from then on.
Alya didn't have this problem. The cold princess with white hair had a supermodel-level perfect figure. Standing a full 170 cm tall, she stood out in any crowd; just standing in front of someone gave off an intense, stunning beauty. Not to mention her strikingly prominent large breasts almost at eye level, her rare white hair and blue eyes gave her an icy, breathtaking beauty. To those who didn't know her well, she was overwhelmingly intimidating, like facing a marble statue—radiating an untouchable, dignified charm.
Masha couldn't figure out, no matter how hard she tried, how her own younger sister could be that tall and still fit in so many calories? Cake, jam, ice cream, and yet the fat only seemed to accumulate in her chest and thighs, with a slender, well-proportioned waist, creating a shocking contrast between her full breasts and voluptuous hips.
Maintaining that genteel, noble lady demeanor was also because when she moved, her silver hair fluttered, hips swayed with breasts shaking. Combined with her indifferent, calm expression, she exuded an alluring, criminally seductive tension that even girls couldn't resist, becoming dizzy and fascinated—never mind the foolish boys going through puberty.
If Masha was gentle and kind—someone anyone only wanted to hug tightly, comforting and loving carefully—Alya's image was more polarizing. Some were intimidated by her sharp radiance, wishing they could worship her, trembling with fear, not daring even to offend her, but willing to do anything for her.
Others, however... were attracted to this aloof, icy beauty but wanted to pin her tall figure down, to wildly abuse and violate her—to see the iceberg thaw, the spring tide flow—watch the noble goddess fall, her pure, dreamy purity tarnished, her dignified brilliance clouded.
But most people would just think about it and give up. Except for Mayor Hisaka Kuze, who concealed his sharpness and took life leisurely, no one else could touch that radiance or win the high princess's favor. This little adorable expression Alya wore while enjoying her tea and snacks alone was seldom seen.
After sending the message, Alya figured Masha might not reply immediately, so she put down her phone and picked up another small cake. Suddenly, the screen lit up.
Hmm? That fast?
Alya licked the cream off her finger, picked up the phone, and saw it was Masha's reply. She was a little surprised.
[Save some for your sister, okay, I'm still hungry ε(┬┬＿┬┬)3 ]
[Come on, endure it even if you're hungry. The sooner you get home, the sooner you'll have a meal ready, isn't that great]
[Sob sob, it's really something important, Alya, can Masha wait a bit (￣ε￣) ]
[What is it exactly? In a meeting? But I clearly saw the president already left, who are you busy with?]
Unexpectedly, this message was delayed for a very long time. Only after Alya finished half a pot of black tea did she hear a ding, signaling a reply.
[Sorry, I was just mangling, finished the busy work, will guolai soon, wait for me a moment]
Can't even type properly? Alya was genuinely surprised this time. But soon Masha came over. Looking at the already dark sky and after some thought, she still stopped what she was doing.