As Ophelia gently closed the door behind her.
“Phew…”
Merlin let out a soft breath, but it did nothing to calm her racing heart. Instead, it made the faint lavender fragrance in the air even more intoxicating.
There stood Merlin, wearing cute, semi-transparent black over-the-knee socks, paired with newly bought shiny leather high heel shoes, and a delicate, pure-style dress.
She looked just like some ethereal young lady raised in a mansion, untouched by the mundane world.
And at that moment… Merlin hadn’t seriously looked in a mirror in a long time.
Usually, she just quickly checked her appearance each day, never really seeing her full figure.
Now, gazing at herself in the mirror, she felt she looked beautiful.
Perhaps it was the restlessness of adolescence stirring within her, mixed with the aesthetic memories of her previous life as a man.
Merlin felt that both her appearance and this outfit perfectly hit her X System.
She lowered her gaze to her legs.
Those black, slightly transparent over-the-knee socks smoothly wrapped around her firm yet supple leg curves, creating a slight plumpness where they cinched just above the knees.
It was that unique sensation of stockings—a cool touch, like countless gentle hands caressing her skin through a thin layer of silk.
Her faintly visible skin tone grew even more jade-like under the tension of the slightly transparent black stockings, and the elastic band at the top tightly gripped the fullest, softest part of her thigh, leaving a slight indentation.
“Damn! I can’t believe this body of mine!”
Merlin took a deep breath and tried to take a step, slowly slipping her foot, wrapped in black stockings for the first time, into those shiny patent leather high-heeled shoes.
Her toes curled slightly within the narrow toe box, then were gently enveloped by the smooth leather lining.
Click.
Click. The crisp sound of heels striking the floor, in a room so silent you could hear a pin drop, stirred Merlin’s heart even more restlessly.
Her legs even trembled involuntarily, her knees going weak as she stood in a shy, pigeon-toed stance.
What was wrong with her today?!
Why did even the sound of her own footsteps in high heels feel so seductive, so unsettling…
Merlin’s heart had suddenly skipped a beat without warning a moment ago…
In her previous life as a man, she had only appreciated the beauty of high heels from a distance—she hadn’t evolved to the point of reacting to the sound itself! And certainly not this strongly.
And the shoes on her feet were her own high heels!
If this continued!
Merlin truly felt she would explode like a pressure cooker, with all that heat surging inside her.
What goes in never comes out!
How could she possibly hold it in?!
Driven by that primal restlessness, Merlin, as if possessed, continued to stare down at her own feet.
Her toes, wrapped in black stockings, curled into the depths of the narrow shoes. With every step, she could feel the pressure and support against her arch.
The patent leather surface was shiny as a mirror, reflecting the delicate texture of the black stockings, exuding the scent of a young girl’s budding sensuality.
Merlin sighed.
“Am I really entering a girl’s growth period? Didn’t Mother say I was getting taller recently? Even though I haven’t measured my height yet. Does this restlessness come with growing up?”
Whether from thirst or sheer agitation.
Merlin’s voice grew hoarse, her throat dry as if on fire.
She followed the full-length mirror upward.
The pure-style light-colored dress was beautifully designed, very girlish, with the waist cinched perfectly, fitting every curve of her young body.
The hem fell a few inches above the knees, just covering that tantalizing “absolute territory,” yet revealing glimpses with every movement.
When Merlin gently swayed her hips or took a step, the layered pleats bloomed like white lilies, rhythmically brushing against her thighs in the black stockings.
Swish… swish…
The silk inner lining slid against the smooth surface of the stockings, generating a faint, numbing static electricity.
The hem occasionally clung to her thigh, outlining its shape, then sprang away.
That sensation of being tightly wrapped, every pore embraced, combined with the electric friction between fabrics, caused the already restless desire to explode within her body.
Ahhhhh! I can’t take it anymore!
She had worn skirts so many times—she should be used to it by now! Why was she reacting so strongly right now?
Was it because she hadn’t “taken off” in so long that her response was off the charts?
The girl in the mirror looked as pure as an untouched, sheltered young lady.
Yet her black-stocked legs and high heels, tracing extreme curves, radiated a seduction she herself couldn’t look away from.
“Captain! Runway is clear! We’re ready!”
Deep inside, the soul of that ace pilot screamed in frenzy, the signal light at full blast, awaiting the tower’s command at any moment.
Her body began to grow hot, blood surging through her veins with no outlet to release.
Merlin unconsciously raised her hand, fingertips trembling, and traced it down the outside of her thigh.
The moment her fingertip touched the stockings—that incredibly delicate, incredibly taut sensation—sent a shiver down her spine, even her brain trembling.
Her toes, wrapped in the leather shoes, curled and gripped the sole involuntarily.
So beautiful.
So beautiful that Merlin had an illusion that this body in the mirror wasn’t hers, but a work of art.
She stared at her reflection—cheeks flushed, eyes hazy with a misty allure.
The flames of narcissism and desire intertwined madly, burning away all of Merlin’s shame.
Merlin tried taking two steps.
The hem kept slapping against the top of her thighs. With each step, the sway of her body from the stiletto heels made the stretching sensation of the stockings even more pronounced. Every step felt like a provocation to the self desperately suppressing her desires.
“It’s… it’s my own legs…”
Merlin trembled, grabbing the dressing table beside her for support, her breathing ragged.
She looked down at her small feet, wrapped in patent leather, reflecting a faint gleam of light.
Why did she feel more and more aroused looking at them…
“I’m… really cute, aren’t I?”
The moment this thought emerged, the last line of rational defense collapsed.
“I can’t take it! I-I can’t take it anymore!”
Stepping in her little high heels, Merlin opened the door, looked left and right, then wandered around the house in her new heels.
Most students were in class at this hour. She walked around but didn’t see a single soul.
Still not reassured.
Merlin leaned out a little further, closed her eyes, and pricked up her ears to listen.
The wind, birdsong, and the faint sound of training shouts from the distant sports field.
The sports field was far away.
She should be fine!
Definitely fine!
Merlin hurried back to the little log cabin, the sound of her high heels both crisp and flustered, afraid someone might suddenly barge in at any moment.
Ah, she’s horny now.