Backtracking a bit, about twenty minutes ago.
Ellaria was alone in the dormitory. Afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft spots of light on the floor.
She tried to focus on the magic theory book spread across her knees, but she didn’t seem to have the heart for studying today. After all, there were always times when one simply couldn’t learn.
Usually, Ellaria didn’t have many leisure activities. Most of her time was spent either studying or fulfilling her duties as the imperial princess.
Now, with this rare moment of solitude, she felt a trace of aimless emptiness instead.
Leaning back listlessly against the soft sofa, Ellaria tilted her head back and stared blankly at the ceiling decorated with exquisite Runes.
For some reason—perhaps it was the hormones of puberty quietly stirring at her age—a strong longing emerged. She seemed to… really miss the unique scent of Teacher Sefina.
Just thinking about it made Ellaria’s heart speed up involuntarily, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
And so, almost as if possessed…
Well, after so many times, Ellaria struggled internally for a moment before finally admitting it: she wanted to do this of her own accord.
Driven by an impulse, Ellaria stood up from the sofa. She glanced guiltily at the closed door to make sure it was safe before tiptoeing back to her bedroom.
At the wardrobe, she opened the doors. Her fingers brushed past the gorgeous dresses and reached directly into the deepest part, feeling around carefully.
Finally, from under a pile of soft clothes, she pulled out the carefully folded white pantyhose.
It was the pair Teacher Sefina had changed out of at Teacher Shalina’s house after accidentally being splashed with soy sauce.
Ellaria picked up the pantyhose. After a moment’s hesitation, she couldn’t help but lean in to take a sniff— ‘Hmm… there’s actually almost no scent left on them.’
Since the socks had been stained with dark soy sauce, Ellaria had scrubbed them hard by hand over and over to get them clean.
While the stain was finally gone, the original scent had almost completely dissipated through the repeated rinsing and soap.
What Ellaria smelled now was more of an imaginary scent she had conjured up, along with the clean fragrance of laundry soap.
A trace of disappointment flickered in her heart, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger sense of vicarious satisfaction.
Holding the socks, Ellaria sat on the edge of the bed and slid off her black Over-the-Knee Socks.
Then, she carefully pulled Teacher Sefina’s slightly smaller white pantyhose onto her long legs. It felt as if this would bring her a little closer to Teacher Sefina…
But Teacher Sefina had a petite build, so the size of the socks was naturally a bit small.
When Ellaria put them on, she felt a distinct tightness, especially around her thighs and hips, where a faint sense of constriction was clear.
This tightness… instead of making her uncomfortable, it seemed to… further stimulate her already restless nerves, making her even more… excited?
However, her reason still whispered faint condemnations in her subconscious—to secretly wear Teacher Sefina’s clothes and then engage in… this… she was really… terrible. So shameless.
Although she criticized herself in her mind, her body and emotions showed no sign of stopping or correcting themselves.
Gradually, in this contradictory and stimulating state of mind, Ellaria’s hands began to grow restless. She slid the half-worn pantyhose down a bit, revealing a patch of skin.
Then, she began the common behavior a teenage girl might display during certain moments of solitude.
Staring with cold eyes, she imagined being touched by her…
‘I’m really… terrible.’ While continuing to condemn herself internally, Ellaria continued her actions.
She was immersed in this fantasy and stimulation. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and her body trembled slightly as if drowning in a warm, deep sea… until—
*Knock, knock, knock.*
A sudden, clear knocking sound appeared in the quiet room, instantly dragging her back to reality from the edge of her trance.
“Princess? It’s me.”
It was Kefi’s voice!
Ellaria’s eyes snapped open, her pupils constricting in shock. She suddenly remembered that today was the day Kefi regularly came to help clean the dormitory.
‘Oh no! I’m still in the living room! And… and I’m in this state!’
Then, the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock came from outside the door.
‘No! Absolutely not!’ If Kefi saw her disheveled, wearing Teacher Sefina’s socks, and doing that kind of thing… she would definitely be seen as an irredeemable pervert!’
‘The elegant and proper image of a princess she had always maintained would completely collapse!’
Extreme panic left her almost unable to think, leaving only her most primal instincts.
“Don’t come in!” Ellaria pulled up the half-removed pantyhose with the fastest speed of her life and frantically straightened her skirt while shouting toward the door.
Her voice was filled with unprecedented urgency and panic.
Fortunately, the sound of the key stopped abruptly. Kefi seemed startled by the unusual urgency of her command and stopped trying to open the door.
Ellaria’s heart hammered frantically in her chest, and her back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. She couldn’t imagine what kind of social death she would have faced if Kefi had opened the door just a second sooner.
Ellaria forced herself to calm down as quickly as possible.
She clumsily pulled the pantyhose all the way up, carefully smoothed every wrinkle on her skirt, and quickly ran her fingers through her somewhat messy blonde hair.
Taking several deep breaths, she tried to suppress the abnormal flush on her face and her hurried breathing.
Only when she felt she had regained at least the appearance of calm did she force herself to walk to the door and open it.
Outside, Kefi looked at her with a confused expression, her clear eyes filled with obvious inquiry.
“Princess, was there something urgent just now?” She was clearly very puzzled by Ellaria’s sudden shout.
Ellaria’s heart was still racing. She struggled to maintain a calm expression, though her eyes flickered, not daring to meet Kefi’s gaze for too long.
She stammered, searching for an excuse for her loss of composure.
“I… I was just… changing clothes in the living room. Yes, changing clothes. I hadn’t finished yet, so…”