In a Chastity-Reversed World, I Posted My Fetishes on a Secret Account, and Somehow the Beautiful Girls in My Class Started Reenacting Them ~ About How My Alt Account Is Being Watched by the Beautiful Girls in My Class~ - 2

Chapter 2: Black Tights and Bare Legs Aren’t a Contradiction

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“She smelled so good…”

After finishing dinner, I went back to my room and dove onto my bed. Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was that soft sensation. The space between Kashiwagi-san’s thighs—or rather, her crotch—had felt soft and wonderful. Above all, the scent emanating from within, from Kashiwagi-san’s panties, had shaken my brain so hard it made me dizzy.

Whether you call it pheromones or something else, a male has no means of resisting that scent of a female.

My throat let out a gulp at the thought.

If I post my fetishes to my secret account again, what will Kashiwagi-san do?

An interest akin to intense curiosity was pulsing through me.

“No, no, no, no.”

Think about this carefully!

If this were my previous life, it would be like bad men identifying a girl with a secret account and using that as leverage to make her follow various demands. It was plain scary.

That was the situation I was in right now. I had barely even spoken to Kashiwagi-san before, which meant… was she only after my body?!

Since I had memories of my past life, I thought for a split second that it might not be so bad, but I really had to value my own body. I didn’t exactly want to use this reverse-chastity world to become a man-whore, so that kind of thing was out of the question.

“But still, she did tell me to keep writing…”

If I disobeyed her… no, even just thinking about it was terrifying. I didn’t want to be exposed, and more than anything, it would be painful to be thought of as a pervert.vIn this world, even if it didn’t go as far as “pervert,” there was a possibility I’d be thought of as a nymphomaniac—or rather, a satyromaniac. I absolutely did not want to go to school with a label like that attached to me.

In short, my wisest decision was to follow Kashiwagi-san’s orders…

『I want to be stepped on by bare feet that have gotten all sweaty inside black tights.』

And so, having made up my mind, I posted the tweet.

If it’s just my thoughts, there shouldn’t be a problem, right?

The moment I thought that, my phone’s notification sound rang.

『Someone replied to your tweet!』

Timidly, I tapped the notification.

『Hmm, I’ll step on you then ♡.』

Kashiwagi-san’s comment appeared immediately. After that, I waited for more while my heart pounded, but I eventually drifted off to sleep before I knew it.

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“Hey, Kashiwagi-san… do I really have to do this?”

“What are you saying, Ayato-kun? You wrote this yourself, didn’t you?”

Nothing had happened until the sixth period, so I had been harboring a naive hope that I might just be let go like this. However, the moment the bell rang, Kashiwagi-san hurriedly left the classroom. She headed toward that empty classroom, just as expected…

Even I could read between the lines. If I didn’t go, she would expose me. So, I left the classroom a little later and moved toward yesterday’s empty classroom without drawing much attention, opening the door and slipping inside immediately.

Kashiwagi-san was there, resting both hands on the windowsill with her legs crossed. Noticing that I had entered, she glanced over and softened her expression.

“You came, Ayato-kun.”

“I didn’t want to, though…”

I remained standing near the door, watching her warily. While still perched on the windowsill, Kashiwagi-san slowly uncrossed her legs. That movement alone made my heart beat uncomfortably loud.

“I saw yesterday’s tweet.”

“Ugh…”

“You said you wanted to be stepped on by bare feet that got all sweaty in black tights, right?”

“Forget it! Please!”

I reflexively covered my face.

Why did I write something like that? Well, it was because she told me to write something.

Seeing me like that, Kashiwagi-san giggled.

“But you see,” she said, leaving the windowsill and slowly approaching me. “Ayato-kun, you wrote it yourself, didn’t you?”

“W-Well, that’s true, but…”

“In that case,” Kashiwagi-san took another step closer. Her legs, encased in black tights, moved slowly. Then, she stopped right in front of me.

“You have to take responsibility properly, right?”

“Responsibility for what…?”

Before I could finish, Kashiwagi-san smirked.

“There.”

With a light tap, Kashiwagi-san pushed my chest with her toes. At that angle, her panties melted softly into my field of vision. Her thighs, wrapped in tights, glowed faintly, and I reflexively caught my breath.

“If you stare that hard, you’ll burn a hole in them, you know?”

“S-Sorry…”

“Do you want to try touching them?”

“…Yeah.”

Timidly, I let my hand crawl over Kashiwagi-san’s leg. In that moment, I felt an indescribable sense of security.

“You’re better at this than I thought, but that’s not the spot, is it?”

Kashiwagi-san pulled my hand and moved it further down.

“What Ayato-kun loves most is feet, right?”

Feeling as though she had seen right through everything, I became a bit desperate and gripped Kashiwagi-san’s foot firmly. At that moment, my heart was thumping so hard I could feel it myself.

“Ah… mgh, nha… You’re being a little rough… but it feels good… anyway, is it about time for the rest?”

“The rest…?”

“Lick them.”

“Eh?”

“I said lick them. You can do it, right?”

Kashiwagi-san simply repeated her words as if refusing to take no for an answer. In that situation, there was only one thing I could do—

“That tickles a little.”

I was licking Kashiwagi-san’s feet through her tights with singular devotion.

“Stop… You can do it when you try, can’t you? Here is your reward. Sit there.”

I sat down on the floor where Kashiwagi-san pointed and waited for her next instruction. Then, Kashiwagi-san sat back deep into the chair and began to take off her tights, which were wet with my saliva. My gaze remained glued to her underwear. I couldn’t seem to move away.

“Now, lower your head.”

I lowered my head as I was told. In the next instant, a sensation that felt both soft and firm pressed down upon the top of my head.

“Bare feet from black tights—this is the correct answer, right?”

It was frustrating, but I couldn’t lift my head against Kashiwagi-san, who understood my fetishes perfectly. And I couldn’t have imagined at the time that on the following day, the number of followers on my secret account would increase by one…

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