The next morning, as the faint autumn sunlight of London filtered weakly through the thin layer of mist blanketing the streets of Kensington, Ami and Rie were picked up right at the entrance of the five-star hotel by the school's driver from St. Mary's. The middle-aged driver, dressed in a neat grey uniform with a perfectly tied tie, opened the door of the glossy black Mercedes with the formal courtesy of someone welcoming two princesses. Rie stepped into the car first. Her pale grey pleated skirt rode up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, milky-white thighs beneath the thigh-high white stockings. Her skin was as delicate as fresh milk, tinged with a soft pink from the chilly wind. She sat close to Ami, her right hand instinctively gripping her cousin's hand just as she had done since childhood. Her slender fingers squeezed gently, sending a trace of warmth through their soft, youthful skin. "Today is the opening ceremony, Ami… Are you nervous? I heard St. Mary's is really strict—everything has to be on time, uniforms must always be neat—but there are also lots of fun activities. We'll be staying in the same dorm room, right? I want to sleep in the same bed with you like last night, cuddling each other to stay warm…"
Ami smiled gently. Her clear, sweet voice rang out naturally: "I'm a little nervous too, but with you by my side, I feel at ease." The smile on Ami's rosy, plump lips was flawless, without the slightest crack. Yet inside, Long—the male soul from his previous life now fully inhabiting this delicate girl's body—still felt the burning desire from the night before smoldering. Every time Rie shifted slightly on the soft leather seat, the faint scent of her skin and hair—English rose mixed with hotel soap and the natural warmth of her body—wafted straight into Ami's nose. It made the small, tight slit of Ami's pussy twitch faintly, recalling the wet, lewd sensation when their two soft, pink pussies had rubbed together on the king-size hotel bed, their thick, sticky juices mixing. The remnants of cum from the two masturbation sessions last night seemed to leak out a little more, soaking into the thin silk panties and creating a slippery, uncomfortable yet pleasurable feeling. Long bit his lower lip lightly, suppressing the heat spreading from his lower belly up to his chest, making Ami's small, budding breasts feel slightly swollen and tight. "It's still early… I have to be patient. Rie is mine, but I must conquer her slowly, so that she craves me just as much as I crave her. Don't rush."
The Mercedes glided smoothly through London's streets, still veiled in morning mist. Golden autumn leaves drifted down on both sides of the road like gently fluttering butterflies. Through the car window, Long observed every detail: the elegant Victorian buildings with arched windows, the ornate wrought-iron street lamps, and the old oak trees dyed in fading yellow under the pale sunlight. Rie kept talking nonstop in an innocent, excited voice—about the letters their family had sent before the flight, about how the two sisters would take piano lessons together in the school club, about her dream of playing the violin in the school chapel. Ami only nodded, her hand squeezing back gently, savoring the warm feeling of Rie's body pressed tightly against hers, her cousin's thigh brushing lightly against Ami's through the thin skirt.
When the car stopped in front of the gates of St. Mary's Catholic School—a towering wrought-iron gate adorned with cross motifs, flanked by ancient stone fences covered in lush green ivy—the sight before them made both girls gasp softly in admiration. The vast grounds resembled a miniature English royal garden in the heart of London: the main chapel from the 17th century with its soaring bell tower piercing the sky, stained-glass windows depicting Saint Mary and angels, perfectly manicured lawns trimmed to the last centimeter, winding pebble paths meandering through rose gardens still sparkling with morning dew, and academic buildings of classic grey stone blended with imposing Gothic architecture featuring pointed arches and solemn stone statues of saints. Hundreds of students in identical uniforms—pristine white shirts, deep green vests embroidered with a shining golden cross emblem, grey pleated skirts just past the knees, and thigh-high white stockings hugging their skin—were gathering in the main courtyard. The atmosphere was lively yet maintained the solemn dignity characteristic of a prestigious Catholic school: soft laughter, polite nods of greeting, and the scent of autumn leaves mingling with the faint fragrance of roses in the chilly breeze.
The welcoming ceremony for new students took place in the grand hall at the center of the campus—a vast space with a soaring ceiling, intricately carved stone pillars, and rows of polished ebony wooden seats arranged neatly. The sound of the church organ echoed melodiously from the orchestra behind the stage, its deep bass notes resonating through the chest. The headmistress—an elderly nun in a severe black habit, her face kind yet radiating authority—stepped onto the stage. Her voice rang out through the microphone: "Welcome, new students, to St. Mary's Catholic School. Here, we do not only pursue knowledge, but also cultivate faith, discipline, and the dignity of a true Catholic woman…" She spoke of the school's tradition spanning over three hundred years, of the strict rules regarding punctuality, uniforms that must always be immaculate without a single wrinkle, humble conduct toward friends and teachers, and the moral values every student must uphold—especially the purity of body and soul. Ami and Rie sat in the row reserved for new Asian students, holding hands throughout the ceremony. Rie's fingers tightened every time the headmistress emphasized "purity and humility." Long, inside Ami's body, observed everything with the sharp eyes of his past life: the girls around them were all beautiful, with fair, rosy skin and youthful figures beneath their uniforms, but none could compare to Rie beside him—her full breasts rising and falling gently with each breath, her slender waist clearly outlined under the vest, and her long legs crossed seductively, the white stockings clinging to her smooth, supple thighs.
When the welcoming portion ended with a collective prayer and the final resounding notes of the organ, senior students were assigned to guide the new students on a tour of the school. Two senior girls quickly approached Ami and Rie with friendly yet refined smiles. Midori Takahashi—a third-year Japanese student—had short, layered black hair in a modern cut, sharp yet warm eyes, and a tall, slender figure with fully developed curves visible under her fitted uniform. Naomi Thompson—a half-English, half-Japanese third-year student—had naturally wavy, long brown hair, a delicate face blending European and Asian features with captivating charm, and a slightly taller build than Midori. Her round, firm breasts and shapely hips were clearly outlined with every step as she approached.
"Hello, we're Midori Takahashi, and this is Naomi Thompson. We've been assigned to show you two around today," Midori said in Japanese mixed with a proper English accent. Her voice was gentle but carried a strange allure. Naomi smiled brightly, her amber-brown eyes quickly glancing over Rie's body in a discreet but noticeable way to Long: lingering a little longer on the full breasts rising and falling beneath the white shirt, then sliding down to the slender waist and smooth, long legs. "You two are really beautiful, especially you, Rie. Come with us—we'll show you around the whole school so you won't get lost."
Long, inside Ami's body, recognized it instantly from the first second. The way Midori and Naomi looked at Rie—their furtive but hungry gazes, lingering on her alluring curves, the smiles carrying hidden intent—were exactly like the looks Long himself had given in his previous life when secretly watching high school girls in short uniform skirts through the gap in the gym classroom door. It was the gaze of predators, of hidden same-sex desire concealed beneath a friendly, polite senior-student facade. "These two girls… they also like girls?" Long thought to himself, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint, secretive smile while Ami maintained an innocent expression. "Look at how they're staring at Rie's breasts, at her ass when she bows in greeting… exactly like me back then, when my cock would get rock hard just from a glimpse of a girl's soft thighs. Their intentions are crystal clear. They want to play with Rie."
The two senior girls guided Ami and Rie on a thorough and meticulous tour of the campus, as if savoring every moment with the two beautiful new students. They started with the modern classrooms: spacious rooms with polished ebony desks arranged in rows, interactive electronic whiteboards on the walls, and large windows overlooking the rose garden. Midori pointed to the back row: "This is Class 11A, specializing in arts and music. You two will be in the same class—very convenient." Next came the fully equipped science laboratories, the three-story antique library filled with tens of thousands of leather-bound old books and the faint smell of aged paper, the vast sports complex with artificial-grass tennis courts, an indoor heated swimming pool sparkling under the lights, and an outdoor athletics field where the chilly autumn wind blew through.
Then came the dormitories—elegant two-story English-style buildings scattered across the grounds, grey stone walls covered in ivy. Each double room was clean, with two comfortable single beds, a shared study desk, a spacious wardrobe, and large windows overlooking the rose garden. Midori and Naomi helped the two sisters officially register for Class 11A, then guided them to the dormitory office to register their accommodation. The sisters were assigned a small but cozy room on the second floor of the girls' dormitory: walls painted in soft cream, crisp white bedding, and a faint scent of pine wood from the floor. Naomi giggled as she signed the register: "This room is lovely. You two will be living together like real sisters."
Next was the student supermarket—a modern three-story building right in the center of campus, functioning as a true mini shopping center with bright lighting and a lively yet elegant atmosphere. Naomi led the group to the first floor: the food and school supplies section with shelves full of fresh sandwiches, packaged salads, imported fruit juices, pencils, and notebooks bearing the school emblem. "This is our school supermarket. It's very convenient—students can buy everything without leaving campus," Naomi explained, her hand casually brushing against Rie's back as she helped her choose face towels and scented soap. Midori stood a little closer to Ami, their shoulders touching, her voice whispering warmly near her ear: "You can pick whatever you want. We'll pay for you two today as a welcome gift for the new students."
The sisters bought a pile of items: new silky-smooth sheets, warm flannel pajamas for London's chilly autumn, high-end personal care products (moisturizer, light perfume, toothbrushes), school supplies, and a few small decorative items for the room like photo frames and a bedside lamp. Long deliberately chose thin, delicate lingerie—shimmering cream and soft pink silk, lace-trimmed panties so sheer they were almost transparent, and wire-free bras that hugged the curves tightly—both to observe Midori and Naomi's reactions (both girls glanced over and subtly swallowed) and to prepare for the long nights with Rie ahead. Midori smiled discreetly when Ami picked up a set of lace lingerie: "You have good taste, Ami."
The morning passed quickly in a cheerful atmosphere. They stopped by the student cafeteria—a grand space like a high-end restaurant with long oak tables, crisp white tablecloths, and a diverse European-Asian menu: fresh crisp salads, salmon sushi, teriyaki-glazed grilled fish, roast beef sandwiches, and hot cream of mushroom soup. Midori and Naomi sat close beside Rie and Ami, introducing the school clubs while the four of them ate lunch: the music club (perfect for Ami and Rie given their piano and violin background), the oil painting art club, the horseback riding club at the stables behind the school, the ballroom dancing club, and even the drama club. "You two should join one to integrate quickly," Midori suggested, her eyes full of meaning as they looked at Rie. Her fingers "accidentally" brushed the back of Rie's hand when passing the food tray. Ami and Rie immediately signed up for the music club on the spot, adding their names to the list with bright smiles.
By noon, all procedures were complete. The sisters carried bags full of their new purchases and bid farewell to Midori and Naomi in front of the dormitory entrance under London's pale sunlight. Naomi smiled radiantly and pulled two elegant cream-colored invitation cards with gold lettering from her vest pocket: "Tonight the school is holding a welcome bonfire party for new students in the garden behind the chapel. It's not too formal—just an outdoor gathering with light dancing around the campfire, acoustic music, and barbecue. You two must come. We'll be waiting." Midori nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Rie's body once more, sliding from her breasts down to her hips: "Come, it'll be fun. We'll show you around and make sure you remember it forever."
Ami and Rie accepted the invitations, thanked them sincerely, and said goodbye. Long watched the backs of the two senior girls as they walked away under the oak trees. Ami's dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, observing their graceful steps and the subtle sway of Midori and Naomi's hips. With the experience of a true pervert from his previous life—a man who had suppressed his desires to the point that a mere glimpse of a girl's short skirt would make his cock rock hard and force him to run to the school toilet to relieve himself—Long recognized it clearly: Midori and Naomi had designs on Rie. The way they smiled, the "accidental" light touches on Rie's back, shoulders, and hands, the way they discreetly but hungrily stared at her breasts and ass, even the way they stood closer than necessary when choosing items in the supermarket… it was all exactly like the gazes and gestures Long had made back when he was a poor physical education teacher secretly watching girls through the gym door during class.
"You want to play with Rie, huh?" Long laughed coldly inside his mind, his hand tightening on the bag strap until his fingers turned white. "Interesting. These two senior girls are also the hidden lesbian type, trying to seduce my innocent beloved. But Rie is mine. If those two dare lay even one finger on her… then I'll show you what real desire looks like from someone who already died once from going too far with 'playing' in the previous life."
Rie tugged at Ami's hand, her voice innocent and cheerful, completely unaware: "Sisters Midori and Naomi are so nice, aren't they? Let's go to the bonfire tonight—it sounds so fun! I want to dance a song with you."
Ami smiled, her sweet voice perfectly concealing the dark intentions boiling inside: "Yes, let's go, sis. I'm really looking forward to it too."
The two sisters returned to their dormitory room and pushed open the door to the small, cozy, freshly cleaned space. Long glanced at Rie as she bent down to arrange the new sheets on the bed. Her pleated skirt rode up slightly, revealing a stretch of smooth, milky-white thighs beneath the white stockings, and her round, perky ass curved seductively. The desire inside Long flared up again, and Ami's pussy grew hot. "The bonfire tonight… will be interesting. Not only will Midori and Naomi try to seduce Rie, but it will also be an opportunity for me to take one more step with my beloved. I'll let them watch—but they can only watch."
Outside the dormitory window, the London autumn wind blew gently through the rose garden, carrying a sweet fragrance and scattered golden leaves. The opening ceremony had ended smoothly on the surface, but desire—both old and new, belonging to Long as well as to Midori and Naomi—had already begun to seep deeply into Ami Nonomura's new life at St. Mary's Catholic School, promising many surprising nights ahead.