192 So Senior Knew All Along
So cold…
A needle-like stinging sensation pricked the skin, and every breath felt like choking on ice water. The soles of the feet were tormented by the freezing floor, forcing the toes to curl tightly.
Delia clutched a cup of water and hurried to the bedside, her voice trembling as she spoke.
“Here… water…”
“Ah, such a good child.”
Pandora’s eyes curved into two crescent moons as she smiled. She reached out with a sweep of her hand, ‘accidentally’ knocking over the cup and spilling its contents onto the tea-haired girl. In an instant, a large wet patch bloomed across her lower abdomen, trickling all the way down to her legs.
Delia couldn’t stop shivering, tears flowing as she stood there dazed. It wasn’t until her other roommates prompted her that she finally changed her clothes and crawled back into her bed, curling into a ball.
Before long, her throat tightened, and she began to cough.
Holding the little “ice person” in her arms, Pandora’s eyes grew hazy; dominance brought her immense pleasure and satisfaction.
With her legs straddling Delia’s waist, she tightened her embrace and buried her face in the crook of the other girl’s neck, inhaling her faint scent as if she were holding a life-sized body pillow.
Entwining, twisting, crushing, suffocating…
Pandora unleashed her impulses without restraint, listening to the soft sobs and hoarse gasps of the person in her arms. Coercion and dominance allowed her to reclaim her confidence, and a smug smile played across her lips.
The corridor.
The petite Senior Fumi stood before Wang Yue, looking more like a junior instead.
“The new students missed two months of classes, so the school plans to cover four months’ worth of material in two. By mid-terms, the newly recruited students will be at the same pace as you first-years.”
“So, you’re assigning freshmen to the Tea Party students on campus? You want us to tutor them?” Wang Yue asked.
“Yes. Even for first-year Tea Party students, teaching the curriculum for the first two months shouldn’t be a problem,” Fumi said with a faint smile.
Wang Yue thought back; the course material was quite simple. All that was required was reinforcing key concepts and answering questions—essentially what was commonly known as ‘after-school tutoring.’
“What if I have to leave for something?” she asked.
“Don’t worry, the number of students in the school’s tea parties is stable. As some leave, others make a Recall, or you can discuss it with someone else to temporarily merge the students under your guidance.”
“Then that’s no problem,” Wang Yue agreed.
“Groups consist of five to six people, and the assignments haven’t been finalized yet, so you can go pick the ones you like first. The underclassmen are all in Dormitory 4… Of course, Gymnopedie’s lot won’t be getting any freshmen. We absolutely cannot push our juniors into that fiery pit!” Senior Fumi said with righteous indignation.
Wang Yue voiced her agreement, feeling a strong sense of resonance. The two exchanged a look, appearing for all the world like kindred spirits.
After they parted ways, she headed to Dormitory 4 to pick out some fresh and delicious underclassmen.
I’ll bring Delia along first; consider it a small gesture of care.
Passing through the somewhat narrow hallway, she arrived at the door of Dorm 106 and rapped her knuckles against it.
A round-faced girl opened the door, greeted her with a “Hello, Senior,” and ushered her inside.
Wang Yue took a step inside, her gaze sweeping over to the two people struggling by the bedside.
“Don’t just shove your foot straight in!”
“Eh?”
“Is this your first time wearing stockings?”
“Mm…”
“Silly little girl, I really can’t do anything with you. Let me teach you. First, apply a bit of moisturizer, I’ll help you…”
Pandora squeezed a bit of white skincare cream into her palm, rubbed it evenly, and slowly applied it over the slender, well-proportioned calves of the tea-haired girl sitting on the edge of the bed.
Her fair, slender fingers sank slightly into the snowy, tender skin, almost blending into one.
Starting from the thin ankles, she slowly worked her way up to the soft, supple calves. Amidst the dazzling whiteness, the visual allure reached its zenith.
Delia’s face gradually flushed. She didn’t quite understand and felt a bit odd, yet Pandora stood before her with an expression of such piety and earnestness. Was putting on white silk stockings really such a momentous occasion? She had never heard of such a thing!
Wang Yue watched in silence, unwilling to disturb the moment.
“The sharp edges of your nails need to be filed down, otherwise they’ll snag the stockings while you’re putting them on.”
Pandora held Delia’s slender feet in her hands; the small feet felt like a snow-white, soft slug in her grasp. She took a pair of nail clippers and filed each nail round, one by one. Lowering her head, she brought her lips close and blew away the dust. Finally, she slipped on a pair of white silk stockings, pulling them smoothly from the curled toes all the way up to the thighs. As she released her grip, the stocking band snapped against the supple flesh of the thigh, causing Delia to flinch in surprise.
Wang Yue nodded with satisfaction. Helping a classmate put on stockings—long-haired lolis were truly adorable!
Ah, she suddenly felt a strong urge to help Plum dress like that too.
Once the two of them were finished, she walked over to inform them of the arrangements for the after-class lessons.
“Senior…”
Upon seeing Wang Yue, Delia’s lips trembled. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but under Pandora’s piercing gaze, she lowered her head and fell silent.
“Just call me Wang Yue. I will be responsible for the six of you in your dormitory. Every day after classes end, go to the cafeteria for dinner first, then gather in the lounge for evening self-study.”
…
It was already the following evening when they met again.
The six lolis who required after-school tutoring had all arrived, bowing one by one as they called Wang Yue “Little Teacher.”
Having been promoted from Senior to substitute teacher, Wang Yue suddenly felt a sense of sacred mission weighing upon her.
Tutoring wasn’t difficult; she answered questions with clear enunciation and supplemented the material with additional knowledge points.
During the session, Wang Yue keenly noticed a cloud of worry hanging over Delia’s brow. She clearly had something on her mind, occasionally stealing a glance at Wang Yue before quickly averting her eyes. Was it related to her?
“That’s all for today. The rest of you may leave, but Delia, please stay behind,” Wang Yue said softly, setting down her lesson plans.
Pandora packed her homework into her bag and called out sweetly, “Goodbye, Teacher!”
She wasn’t worried in the slightest that Delia would leak the secret; for a girl, having certain secrets exposed was more agonizing than death itself.
As she stepped out the door, she turned back to cast a contemptuous and provocative glance at Delia.
With the others gone, the lounge fell into silence.
“What happened? Tell me.”
Wang Yue didn’t take it particularly seriously, assuming it was just some trivial matter.
Delia bit her lip and shook her head gently.
I absolutely must not say it!
She couldn’t let Senior know she was a blind little girl. Her ruined left eye was hideous; every time she looked in the mirror, she felt like a piece of rotten fruit, a broken doll, a one-eyed pirate…
Although Pandora had done some terrible things to her, she believed it was merely the spread of misfortune. From the moment she went blind, she was no longer a whole person. Misfortune was like mold spreading from a bruised spot on a fruit, gradually corroding her entire life.
In a daze, Delia heard her Senior asking:
“How is your eye? Is the prosthetic comfortable? Is it itchy or dry? Do you need eye drops?”
“Eh—?”
Delia was stunned.
“Senior…”
Her voice trembled, filled with terror and a shame so deep she wished she could vanish. She backed away, covering her face, and accidentally knocked over a chair. The loud clatter startled her once more, leaving her frozen in place, not daring to move.
Wang Yue naturally knew about the prosthetic eye; Delia’s father had told her everything. Seeing her junior’s reaction, which had clearly struck a sore spot, she immediately understood that Delia’s change in mood was related to the artificial eye. Wang Yue walked over and raised her slender fingers, gently cupping the tea-haired girl’s small face. With her other hand, she brushed aside the hair on her forehead, revealing the left eye that had been partially hidden by her bangs.
“Senior…”
Delia trembled all over, shrinking back slightly. A soft, kitten-like whimper escaped her throat, and her eyes shimmered with tears.
“Your mind isn’t resilient enough yet. Let me take you to see someone; you’ll change your mind.” Wang Yue prepared to apply the right remedy to the situation.
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