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Chapter 1: The Dream of Admission
Fleur stood in front of her bedroom mirror, tugging at the hem of her schoolgirl skirt, trying to pull it down far enough to cover the curve of her firm ass. No matter what she did, the fabric always seemed to ride up, clinging to her hips and cheeks in a way that made her feel far too exposed. Her big, hazel eyes blinked nervously behind her oversized glasses, which perched on the bridge of her nose. Those glasses were part of her nerdy charm, but today, with the exam looming over her, she wished she could disappear behind them.
Her hands were trembling as she adjusted her tight blouse, the fabric barely able to contain the swell of her large breasts. With every deep breath she took, she could feel the tension in her chest pushing against the buttons, threatening to burst them open. She bit her small, plump lips, feeling the familiar flutter of anxiety rising in her stomach.
Today was the day—the exam that could change everything. Université du Grand Savoir, the most prestigious medical school in France, was only accepting the best students. Coming from a modest background, Fleur knew this was her one shot. She needed that scholarship, or she could kiss her dream of becoming a medical student goodbye.
She let out a shaky breath, her fingers brushing over her soft, pale skin as she tucked a few loose strands of her brunette hair behind her ear. Her hair fell in delicate waves around her face, contrasting with the sharpness of her glasses, giving her that irresistible nerdy look she was known for. Arthur always loved to tease her about it, and part of her enjoyed the attention, though she was far too stressed to think about him now.
Her boyfriend had been nothing but supportive over the last few months, helping her prepare for this moment. Arthur was already a student at the university, a brilliant young man at just 22, and the perfect nerdy match for her. He was tall and lanky, with messy brown hair and glasses that mirrored her own. He always seemed so focused, so dedicated, and yet Fleur could always feel the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. His touches were always shy, hesitant, and never too far—but she could tell how badly he wanted more. Sometimes, she could see the way his eyes lingered on her body when she wasn't looking, undressing her with his mind.
But today, there wasn't time to think about Arthur's desire, or her own uncertainty about how far she was ready to go with him. She had to focus. This exam would decide her future.
Fleur grabbed her bag and headed out, meeting Arthur at the metro station. He was waiting for her, his usual nervous smile on his face. She felt her heart race as he leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the lips—gentle, almost innocent, but she could feel the tension behind it.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face, but then drifting down—just for a moment —to her chest, where her blouse struggled to stay buttoned.
"I... I think so," Fleur whispered, biting her lip. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her bag, and she adjusted her glasses, trying to ignore the heat of Arthur's gaze. His eyes lingered on her legs as they walked, taking in the sight of her skirt swaying over her firm ass. She could feel it too, the fabric clinging tightly as she moved, drawing more attention than she wanted.
The nerves hit her full force as they arrived at the university. The grand, towering building seemed to loom over her, a reminder of how high the stakes were. Fleur swallowed hard, her throat tight with anxiety. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest.
Inside, the corridors were vast, echoing with the footsteps of other hopeful students. Fleur felt out of place, the modest girl from a humble background, standing among the elite. She tried to ignore the glances, but she couldn't shake the feeling that every eye was on her—on her ass, her breasts, the way her skirt seemed too tight and her
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