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Ryan and Emily walked through the school gates together, her hand still in his from the walk over. The morning air was cool, but Ryan felt hot all over, his mind stuck on what had happened at the front door.
Emily's short skirt swished with every step, drawing eyes from students passing by.
Boys especially couldn't help staring.
The skirt was so short that it showed almost all her long, smooth legs and the soft skin of her thighs. When the breeze caught it, the fabric lifted just enough to tease the curve of her butt.
Her blouse, with the top two buttons open, pressed tight against her chest, forming deep cleavage that bounced a little as she walked. Since she wore no bra, the outline of her nipples showed through the thin white material, dark spots visible if you looked close enough.
A group of juniors slowed down near them, whispering and nudging each other.
One muttered "Damn, Emily is looking fire today."
Emily just smiled and waved at a few people, completely unaware or uncaring about the attention.
Ryan kept his head down, face burning. He felt every stare like it was aimed at him too.
They reached their homeroom class and took their usual seats: Ryan in the back corner, Emily two rows ahead.
The room filled up slow, students chatting about weekend plans or tests coming up.
Leon wasn't in his seat yet. Ryan felt a small relief at that.
The bell rang, and the door opened.
Ms. Hayes, the strict math teacher, walked in first.
The class went quiet fast, but then whispers started spreading.
Ms. Hayes usually wore conservative clothes: long skirts, high-neck blouses, hair in a tight bun. Today she had on a super short pencil skirt that hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh, showing off her legs in sheer stockings. Her blouse was silk, buttons open lower than normal, hinting at lace underneath.
Everyone exchanged looks. This wasn't the Ms. Hayes they knew.
Behind her came Leon, hands in his pockets, that confident smile on his face like he owned the room. He closed the door casual and stood next to her desk.
Ms. Hayes cleared her throat. "Settle down, class."
The whispers died.
She looked around with her usual sharp eyes. "I have an announcement. Effective today, Leon is the new class representative."
A ripple of surprise went through the room.
Miley, the current rep and top student, stood up fast from her front-row seat. She was small, with glasses and straight black hair, always organized and serious.
"Ms. Hayes, wait. What? I'm the class rep. We voted at the beginning of the year, and I've been doing all the work. This doesn't make sense."
Ms. Hayes turned to her, expression calm. "Miley, sit down."
"But it's unfair! Leon hasn't done any of the duties. Festival planning, attendance reports, everything. If there's a problem with how I've been doing it, tell me, but just replacing me like this—"
"Enough." Ms. Hayes's voice cut sharp. "As homeroom teacher, I have the authority to appoint whoever I believe is best for the role. Leon has shown strong leadership qualities, and I've decided he'll take over immediately."
Miley's cheeks went red. "Leadership qualities? He skips half the classes! This is favoritism."
A few students murmured agreement.
Ms. Hayes raised her hand for silence. "My decision is final. Leon will also lead the planning for the upcoming school festival. Everyone is expected to cooperate fully with him. That includes you, Miley. You'll hand over all your notes and files today."
Miley stood there a second longer, mouth open like she wanted to argue more, then dropped back into her seat with a huff. "This is so unfair," she muttered loud enough for the front rows to hear.
Leon just smiled wider, leaning against the desk like it was all normal.
Ms. Hayes turned to him. "Leon, take your seat. Class begins."
Leon walked to his usual spot near Ryan, nodding at a few people like congratulations as he passed their desks.
He dropped into his chair with that easy confidence, leaning back like he owned the room.
The lesson started normal enough: Ms. Hayes picked up the marker and began writing equations on the board, explaining derivatives in her usual clear, measured voice.
But the whole time students kept glancing at her outfit, unable to focus completely.
Ms. Hayes's short pencil skirt hugged her hips tightly, riding up a little every time she reached high on the board to write.
The hem stopped well above her knees, showing off long legs in sheer black stockings that caught the light whenever she shifted her weight. Her silk blouse clung to her curves, the open buttons revealing a hint of lace bra and the soft rise of her chest.
When she turned to face the class, the fabric pulled across her breasts, outlining them clearly. Every movement made the blouse shift, drawing eyes whether people wanted to look or not.
Boys in the front row sat up straighter, pretending to take notes but stealing glances whenever she walked past their desks.
To be continued...
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