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"This is the next stop..." Junko murmured to herself, leaning against the bus window.

(I wonder if I'll be on the same bus as him today? Oh God, please let me see him! I haven't seen him for a week.)

At the next stop, Junko anxiously looked out the window.

(Ah, it's him! Great! Today is my lucky day!)

A clean-cut high school boy boarded the bus. Judging from his uniform, he was a student at a municipal high school.

(Ah, so handsome... He got a haircut today, so cute...)

Mizuno Junko, seventeen years old, is a first-year high school student. She doesn't have a boyfriend yet, but she secretly harbors a crush on this upperclassman from a different school, whom she only occasionally encounters on her way to school. Taking the bus to school has become her greatest joy each day. If she sees him, she can dance with joy all day; if she doesn't see him, she becomes very sad and loses all her energy.

The bus entered a busier area, and more and more people boarded.

"Grandma, this seat is for you," the senior student said, standing up from the seat in front of Junko.

"Ah... young man, thank you so much."

(Ah... he's so polite, even giving up his seat was so elegant. What should I do? I'm liking him more and more...)

All day long, Junko found her heart constantly wandering to the senior student. Despite trying her best to concentrate in class, she found herself replaying the scene of seeing him that morning—his elegance, his politeness, his handsomeness...

(I wonder if I'll see him again tomorrow morning?)

On the way home, Junko continued to think about the senior student; she was hopelessly infatuated. Walking and walking, she began to fantasize about going on a date with him, even if this fantasy might not come true, even if it was just daydreaming, she was willing.

Junko only remembered her mother's reminder to buy two cartons of eggs at the convenience store on her way home when she reached her front door. She was so excited about it that she completely forgot!

(Oh no, Mom's going to yell at me again…) she thought.

As soon as she entered the house, her mother stormed towards her, but this time she wasn't yelling at her: "Junko, I'm so angry today! You know what? The new mannequins we put out this morning were stolen again!"

Junko's family ran a clothing store specializing in high school uniforms. Everything had been going smoothly until the past two weeks, when someone started playing pranks and stole three of their mannequins. Today's the fourth in two weeks.

"Junko… we don't have any left in the store, so I'll have to ask you for help again."

"Sure, no problem. I don't seem to have much homework today." Junko took the sailor uniform her mother handed her and turned to go into her room.

"Mom, is this okay?" Junko emerged from her room, already dressed in her brand-new uniform.

"Ah...it looks great! It's wonderful, even better than the stolen mannequin! The store's business will definitely be even better than before!" her mother exclaimed happily.

Junko, already quite cute, became even more adorable in the perfectly tailored sailor uniform. Her hairstyle today was a style where her hair was tied back in two small buns, which accentuated her figure beautifully in the uniform—slim where it should be, and curvaceous where it should be—revealing her stunning curves and making one want to look again and again.

Junko began standing guard outside the door. Thanks to her previous experiences, she had long since mastered the art of remaining motionless, so no one would suspect she was actually a living, breathing girl.

A little boy came running panting from across the street and stopped in front of the clothing store. He curiously examined the mannequin Junko was dressed as, sensing something was off about it. "Wow!!" Junko suddenly bared her teeth and claws at the little boy, yelling loudly. The child, caught off guard, was startled – the mannequin could move! He burst into tears, fleeing the terrifying place as he cried. Junko quickly returned to her still state, secretly pleased with herself.

(What an interesting day!) she thought to herself. Suddenly, someone lifted her skirt.

"Wow, she's wearing underwear under her skirt! And such sexy underwear at that!" someone exclaimed. Junko was wearing a pink and white lace thong under her skirt today. She hadn't expected anyone to lift it. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was her crush, the senior she had been longing for!

"What a special mannequin! The shop even puts underwear on it!" Seeing no one around, the senior lifted Junko up and carried her to a nearby alley before setting her down.

"I can't believe it! Senior is the thief who stole the mannequin!" Junko was genuinely shocked. If it had been someone else instead of her senior, she would have already punched and kicked him and taken him to the police station. But now she didn't dare to move, because if her senior found out the truth, he might never speak to her again. She didn't want him to hate her...

"So what's under your panties...?" The senior lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her pink vulva. Her labia looked incredibly youthful and elastic.

"I can't believe how realistic it is!!! Factories these days are really... amazing! Even better than the inflatable doll I played with yesterday!" The senior exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to play with her tender vulva.

Junko felt a tingling sensation in her lower body. The senior's fingers moved back and forth on her labia. She almost cried out, but then she remembered that she was pretending to be a mannequin and absolutely couldn't make a sound, or she would give herself away.

The senior then shifted his gaze to her upper body: "I didn't expect this model's breasts to be even fuller than the ones I stole a few days ago." He muttered to himself as he rubbed her breasts through her uniform. "So soft! What material are they made of? How can her breasts be so soft?"

"The lower body is already so realistic, so the upper body must be..." The senior untied Junko's scarf and then unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a pink bra. (She's even wearing a bra! The person who designed this model is so meticulous.) As he thought this, he reached behind her and unhooked the bra, revealing her snow-white, round breasts.

"Really... really perfect." He couldn't believe a model could be made so perfectly. The senior truly admired the designer's skill. Gazing at Junko's fair breasts, he couldn't help but drool, and his lower body became erect. Because of the summer sun, the skin of her breasts, covered by her bra, appeared pinker and whiter than other parts of her skin, further highlighting the beauty of the two red diamonds atop them.

Seeing this, the senior could no longer restrain himself. He kneaded Junko's breasts with one hand, caressed her vulva with the other, and his mouth was also busy, sucking on Junko's other breast with great pleasure.

The scent of a young girl is something most men love, and now, unknowingly, he was enjoying the body of a young girl. He passionately caressed Junko's breasts, kneading, squeezing, and rotating them, his mouth sucking even more vigorously, licking her nipples in various ways, drawing circles on her areolas.

Junko felt electric-like pleasure shooting through her chest and lower body; she almost cried out several times. Now, the senior had inserted his fingers into her vagina—oh… he had three fingers inserted now…

(I never imagined my senior was so amazing…) Junko thought to herself. (My senior really understands women's sensitive spots! At least, he understands mine…)

His fingers went in deeper…

Finally, the crucial moment arrived. My senior pulled down his pants, and his thick penis sprang out. Because he was just a model, he didn't hesitate and inserted his penis into her vagina, like playing with an inflatable doll, without any gentleness, just frantically thrusting into Junko's body.

Junko felt a tearing pain in her lower body; she was in so much pain that tears almost streamed down her face. However, for my senior, for her and my senior's happiness, she couldn't give herself away; she had to try her best to keep up the act.

Gradually, the pain lessened, and she felt the pleasure slowly intensify…

(Oh...oh...senior...I can only moan in my heart, you're so amazing...I...I feel so good...senior, this...this is...oh...our first time with you...)

In the instant of climax, the senior suddenly pulled out his penis, and a large amount of white fluid sprayed onto Junko's breasts, face, and hair. His penis seemed to be not satisfied, spraying again and again, spraying for a while before stopping. Junko only felt that her chest and face were sticky and slippery: "Ah...it smells like senior..."

Having finally encountered such a realistic model, how could the senior bear to only ejaculate once? He immediately began another round of thrusting, again and again, again and again...

After dinner, Junko suddenly said a few emotional words to her mother: "Mom, thank you for taking care of me all this time. You are truly the best mother in the world." Her mother was completely confused. Had her precious daughter taken the wrong medicine today?

(Even though my senior is a total pervert, I still like him a lot. Tomorrow, I'm going to dress up as a model again so he can steal me away and take me to a place very, very far away. Goodbye, Mom!)

(The End)

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