Yet, as the image of him forcing my legs apart replayed in my mind, an inexplicable shiver of pleasure ran through me.

Before I knew it, I found myself closing my eyes, imagining even more shameful scenarios.

The unexpected encounter in the alleyway was like Pandora's box, unleashing the dark side of the well-behaved girl I had always been.

Eventually, under the mounting pressure of the upcoming exams, I could no longer resist the truest desires within me. The day after practice, instead of leaving campus with the crowd, I went up to the rooftop of the school building alone.

Looking down at the streams of people walking along the campus paths, I leaned on the railing, letting the cool breeze wash over me. My hands slid under my clothing, moving rhythmically, as I closed my eyes in bliss, like a cat enjoying its comfort.

During this moment, I glanced down and saw my best friend and the class president walking out of the classroom together, chatting.

My best friend would never imagine that the "good girl" she always thought I was was now on the rooftop, indulging in such scandalous behavior.

The class president, who had been tirelessly pursuing me—the unattainable "flower on the high peak"—would never guess that the girl he couldn't win over was secretly such a bad girl.

The more I thought about it, the more exhilarated I became.

Just as my body trembled uncontrollably with pleasure, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me—getting closer and closer...

Hearing the footsteps, my mind went completely blank.

With the last shred of reason, I turned to leave the rooftop immediately. But when I turned and saw the person behind me, I froze.

It was a man wearing a mask, his face obscured. What shocked me most, however, was not his appearance.

He simply stood there, silently watching me. His eyes—the only part of his face that was visible—were filled with unmistakable admiration.

My breathing grew rapid all of a sudden.

In that moment, I realized I had found a kindred spirit.

He understood my provocative behavior.

Realizing this, a flash of inspiration lit up my mind. No matter how much I relished my solitude and self-indulgence, how could that compare to the thrill of being watched by another person?

This thought ignited something within me, and I could no longer hold back.

The next moment, as if hypnotized, I began to dance gracefully around the man.