"I'm used to working here," she said with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"But sitting here in this heat isn't good for you," I countered. "This isn't a sauna. If it's too hot, it's bound to affect your ability to focus."
Vivian tilted her head slightly, as if considering my words. "I can't really argue with that… but it's not as bad as you're making it sound. It's just hotter than usual today."
"No," I said, my tone firm but not confrontational. "What I'm saying is, if it's this stuffy, why don't you just take off your uniform? At least that would make it a little more bearable."
I kept my face serious, letting the words hang in the air without even the slightest hint of a joke.
Vivian blinked. For the first time since I'd known her, she actually looked unsure of how to respond.
She seemed to think it over for a moment before replying, "Do you really think that'd be okay?"
"What's not okay about it?" I said, tilting my head innocently.
Her lips parted, as if she was about to protest, but then she hesitated. "Uh… I… I guess it wouldn't be a problem."
Her expression wavered, confusion clouding her usual calm demeanor.
I was stunned. I had expected her to brush off my suggestion or flat-out refuse. Instead, she looked genuinely conflicted, as if what I'd said made perfect sense.
But in the end, she didn't take off her uniform.
It was at that moment that I realized, her reaction had been different because of the way I'd phrased it. I hadn't framed it as a command, which explained why she hadn't followed through.
"Take off your uniform and keep working." The words slipped out naturally from my mouth, as if I had just given a casual suggestion.
Vivian's fingers paused briefly above her papers, but instead of questioning me, she simply set the documents down, stood up, and began unbuttoning her uniform without hesitation.
I watched in stunned silence as her slender fingers worked their way down the row of buttons, one by one, loosening the clothes she was wearing and slowly revealing more of her smooth, pale skin.
The sight was fantastic .
By the time she slipped off her uniform jacket, folding it neatly and setting it to the side, my heart was already pounding in my chest.
Standing there in nothing but her cream-colored bra and skirt, Vivian looked even more stunning than I'd imagined.
Even while wearing the uniform, it was obvious that she had a great figure. But seeing her like this, I realized her proportions were even better than I had assumed.
Her chest…
It was bigger than I expected, full and firm, pushing slightly against the cups of her bra. The low-cut design left just enough of her cleavage exposed to draw the eye, and every subtle movement she made caused them to shift slightly, rising and falling with the small movements.
I wasn't sure if they were large enough to be considered "huge," but they were definitely well above average.
As my eyes drifted downward, I noticed how her waist, though not overly slim, curved in a way that perfectly complemented her bust. It gave her figure a natural balance, highlighting the softness of her femininity without seeming exaggerated.
Vivian, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all about how much she was revealing.
She sat back down, picking up her papers as if nothing had changed, and focused her attention on the schedule in front of her.
The faint sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, adding an almost ethereal glow to her exposed shoulders and collarbones.
For a moment, I hesitated. But with her reaction, or lack thereof, it felt like I could keep pushing further.
"Vivian, let me wipe your sweat," I said, grabbing one of the clean towels we had prepared for the upcoming sports festival.
….
These towels weren't cheap. They were high-quality samples sent by the supplier, and since they cost a lot to produce, only a limited number of students would be getting them during the event.
Being part of the club overseeing college preparation came with its perks, and access to these samples was one of them.
Vivian didn't respond immediately.
She kept reading, flipping through the papers with calm efficiency. Her silence almost made me second-guess myself, was this finally the point where she'd draw the line?
But just as I was starting to feel uneasy, I decided to add, "Is that okay?"
This time, Vivian finally looked up. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, her expression unreadable for a moment before she gave a small nod.
"Sure. Thanks." She smiled faintly, almost as if she found my offer thoughtful rather than strange.
'Wait, what? She agreed? Again?' I forced myself to stay composed, even as my thoughts scrambled to make sense of what was happening.
Grabbing the towel, I moved closer to her and gently dabbed at her forehead.
Her skin was damp but smooth, and to my surprise, there wasn't even the faintest trace of sweat odor. Instead, there was a light, sweet fragrance that I couldn't quite place, clean and subtle, yet oddly refreshing.
I leaned in closer, letting the scent wash over me, but Vivian didn't react at all. Her eyes stayed fixed on the papers, as if my presence wasn't even worth noting.
When I shifted the towel lower, brushing against her neck and collarbone, I decided to test the boundaries again.
"Tell me," I said casually, "do girls' chests sweat a lot in this kind of heat?" I ask a question.
Vivian didn't even look up. "Yeah," she replied, her voice as calm as ever. "It can get pretty uncomfortable when it's this hot."
"Then let me wipe it for you." I lowered my voice slightly, keeping my tone steady. "Take off your bra."
For the first time, she paused.
Vivian didn't move, didn't respond, just sat there with her hands resting lightly on the papers in front of her.
~~~~~~~
Add this novel to collection and send power stones for support and more chapters: