This kid better not assault Betty...Part 2

Over the past few days, I've come to realize that Michael is an exceptionally clever kid. His composure and insight far surpass that of the average adult; at least, he's got me completely stumped.

After pondering for a moment, Michael slowly reached out both hands and readjusted Betty's tube top back to its original position before once again making a move towards Betty's lower half.

Watching all this, I couldn't help but admire the meticulousness of this kid, Michael. If he had touched Betty's lower half earlier and Betty had woken up at that moment, Michael wouldn't have had the time to "clean up" the scene. He could instantly lie back down and pretend to be asleep, but the misplaced tube top would have given him away.

By putting the tube top back in place, although his eyes held a hint of regret, he chose to ensure a foolproof plan over taking risks.

At this point, as I watched Michael's every move, so methodical and leaving no trace, I felt a deep sense of dread. Betty, with her naive and kind nature, might not stand a chance against Michael.

He's like a wolf, relentless until his goals are achieved.

Michael then refocused on Betty's lower half, her most private area. He knelt again at the foot of the bed, lifted Betty's nightgown with one hand, and looked nervously around. Even if he managed to pull down Betty's panties, did he have the guts to go any further?

After lifting Betty's nightgown, Michael's eyes darted back and forth between Betty's genital area and her face, ready for any sign of her waking. Once the nightgown was lifted, he took several deep breaths and then freed one hand to reach towards Betty's groin.

Sitting in front of the computer, I straightened up from my office chair, my eyes glued to Michael's hand. At that moment, I felt as if I was one with Michael, sharing his tension and fear, though we were worried about different things.

Observing Betty's legs and groin area, although her legs weren't tightly closed, the space around her genital area was minimal. If I could notice this, Michael surely did too.

So what was he reaching for?

Just a simple touch?

Perhaps he knew he couldn't pull aside the fabric of her panties, nor did he have the courage to pull them down, so he settled for just touching her genitals to satisfy himself?

But I was wrong. As Michael's hand got closer to Betty's groin, I realized that his ultimate target was the sides of Betty's panties, right at her hip.

The intention of reaching this spot was clear; Michael wasn't just planning to touch Betty's genitals through her panties—he was aiming to pull them down.

Sitting in front of the computer, realizing Michael's intention, I found strength from nowhere and stood up from my chair.

I clenched my fists and pressed them down on my desk, staring intensely at the computer screen, perhaps with flames flickering in my eyes...

At that moment, the office was dead quiet, just me glued to the screen, nervously watching the video. Good thing I was alone; otherwise, I might have lost it in front of someone else.

In the video, Michael was still putting on his personal 'show'. His hands were trembling, like those of an old man in his twilight years. Despite the shaking, it didn't affect his precision or stability. Eventually, Michael managed to grab both sides of Betty's panties.

Michael then let go of Betty's skirt, which had been flipped up to her waist, leaving her lower half covered only by her panties, her long, neat legs fully exposed in front of Michael. After flipping the skirt to Betty's waist, Michael's hands were free to do more.

As Michael prepared to use both hands to pull down Betty's panties—since using both hands would be more secure than one—he hesitated. Removing Betty's panties was risky; one wrong move could ruin everything, and it was considerably more dangerous than the earlier act of flipping her top.

Michael was visibly excited about the idea of removing Betty's panties but feared waking her. As he sat back on his knees, hesitating, his gaze suddenly dropped to Betty's long, beautiful legs. Previously, only the part below her knees was visible due to the skirt. Now, with the skirt lifted to her waist, all of Betty's legs were on display.

Michael's attention, which had been focused on Betty's waist and hips, inadvertently discovered this new 'territory'.

Undoubtedly, Betty's legs were incredibly attractive—smooth and flawless.

Whenever Betty wore leggings, those long legs showcased captivating curves. Michael surveyed Betty's legs back and forth, then temporarily abandoned his focus on her hips and turned to her long, neat thighs.

Michael's hands gently rested on Betty's legs, feeling the softness and curves. Eventually, he couldn't resist any longer and began to run his tongue along her legs, leaving wet, glistening trails on Betty's legs in the darkness.

"Bang..." At that moment, I lost control, watching Michael desecrate my favorite part of Betty's body. I punched the desk hard. What was done was done, and there was nothing else I could do but keep watching. Even if I wanted to confront Michael, I'd have to wait until daylight.

After savoring Betty's legs, Michael sat up, his gaze returning to Betty's hips. His audacity was growing; having tasted so much and taken so many liberties, and with Betty still not waking up, there were only two possibilities. One, Betty was a deep sleeper and hadn't woken up at all; two, Betty was actually awake but pretending to be asleep, tacitly allowing Michael's actions.

Knowing Betty's sleeping habits, I knew it was the former, but Michael might think it was the latter, which undoubtedly emboldened him. Perhaps he was guessing whether Betty was unconsciously indulging and cooperating with him?

Sitting on the bed, Michael entertained this possibility and a slight smile appeared on his face. He took a few deep breaths and decided to test his theory. He gently reached out with both hands, hooked the sides of Betty's panties, and began to slowly pull them down. The edge of the panties moved lower, and Betty's pubic hair was about to be exposed.