He undressed me slowly. His fingertips moved from my half-naked upper body to my waist, and he easily found the zipper of my skirt and pulled it open.

"How do you know the zipper is there?" I asked him. The design of the school uniform skirt was quite concealed. I remembered when I first wore it, it took me a long time to find it. He smiled, his deep eyes had a seductive, evil look in them, "I have observed it many times."

He leaned close to my ear, his disordered breath blowing behind my ear. "I've always regarded your uniform as an eyesore, so I often wondered how I...