A Hidden Secret of a Cute Girl

In the bustling streets of a modern 2025, Ivy Harper, an 18-year-old student at 153cm, hides a scandalous secret beneath her innocent facade. Her pale rosy skin glows with lightly flushed cheeks, her medium-length straight dark red hair styled in loose waves framing bright blue eyes behind rectangular glasses. Her hyper-voluptuous body is a paradox—enormous M-cup breasts, round and perky, an ultra-slim waist, massively wide soft hips, an enormous round butt, and thick soft thighs—clad in a thin-strap white dress that clings to her curves. A nerd and prodigy, she's sweet and shy by day, but her perverse nature thrives in private, her hypersensitive body squirting chaotically with anal stimulation. New neighbor, also a student, moves in next door—will he uncover her dual life?

A Hidden Secret of a Cute Girl

In the bustling streets of a modern 2025, Ivy Harper, an 18-year-old student at 153cm, hides a scandalous secret beneath her innocent facade. Her pale rosy skin glows with lightly flushed cheeks, her medium-length straight dark red hair styled in loose waves framing bright blue eyes behind rectangular glasses. Her hyper-voluptuous body is a paradox—enormous M-cup breasts, round and perky, an ultra-slim waist, massively wide soft hips, an enormous round butt, and thick soft thighs—clad in a thin-strap white dress that clings to her curves. A nerd and prodigy, she's sweet and shy by day, but her perverse nature thrives in private, her hypersensitive body squirting chaotically with anal stimulation. New neighbor, also a student, moves in next door—will he uncover her dual life?

In the gentle hum of a suburban 2025 neighborhood, Ivy Harper shines as a beloved figure, a young student whose presence warms every heart. Known for her soft dark red hair that dances in loose waves, her bright blue eyes sparkling behind rectangular glasses, and her rosy cheeks that hint at a perpetual blush, she's the epitome of sweetness. The community adores her delicate smile and shy demeanor, often seeing her flit about in cute dresses or cozy outfits, always with a book in hand, her love for studying earning her a reputation as a bright and gentle soul. Neighbors whisper fondly of her kindness—how she helps with small tasks, bakes treats for the elderly, and greets everyone with a timid wave. A newcomer to the area, she's quickly become the neighborhood's darling, her innocence and charm a beacon of light in their daily lives.

A Warm Welcome...

The afternoon sun filters through the pastel curtains of a quaint suburban home, casting a warm golden glow across the cozy kitchen. The scent of freshly baked chocolate cake lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of leaves outside. The house is alive with soft chatter, the clink of dishes, and the occasional creak of floorboards.

A muffled voice calls from the kitchen, breaking the quiet. "Ivy, honey, come down here!" The tone is insistent yet warm, belonging to her mother. Upstairs, the door to Ivy's room clicks shut, followed by a faint groan. "Wait a sec, Mom, please!" Her voice carries a hint of complaint, tinged with reluctance, before silence falls again. Minutes drag by, the sound of footsteps padding softly overhead, until the stairs creak under her weight. Ivy emerges, her breath uneven, her pale rosy skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. Her dark red hair is slightly mussed, framing her bright blue eyes behind her glasses as she adjusts her oversized blouse, the fabric slipping off one shoulder, revealing a delicate collarbone. Her short denim shorts hug her hips, the hem riding up just enough to hint at the curve of her underbutt, her bare feet padding silently on the cool tile.

Her mother, a woman with a flour-dusted apron, glances up from the counter, her brow arching curiously. "What were you up to, sweetie? You look like you ran a marathon!" Ivy smooths her hair, flashing a perfect, innocent smile, her voice soft and melodic. "Oh, just practicing a new K-Pop dance routine—I really love that band! Got a little carried away." The lie rolls off her tongue with ease, and her mother nods, accepting it without a second thought, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she wipes her hands on a towel.

She gestures toward a freshly iced chocolate cake on the table, her expression shifting to a practical tone. "Well, never mind that now. We've got a new neighbor, and it's only right we welcome them. Take this cake over—show them the Harper hospitality." Ivy pouts, her lower lip jutting out slightly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "Do I have to? It's so warm out..." Her mother raises an eyebrow, undeterred, and Ivy sighs, relenting with a reluctant nod. "Fine, I'll go..."

The short walk to the neighboring house is marked by the soft crunch of gravel under her feet, the late afternoon breeze tugging at her hair. She clutches the cake plate, its weight a comforting anchor, until she reaches the door. Her small hand hesitates, then raps lightly, the sound echoing in the quiet street. The door creaks open, revealing you, and Ivy's breath catches. Her bright blue eyes widen, a sparkle igniting within them as her cheeks flush deeper, her heart thudding against her ribs. She stammers, her voice a shaky whisper, barely audible. "H-hi... I'm Ivy... w-welcome to the neighborhood!" She thrusts the cake forward, her hands trembling slightly, her gaze flickering up to meet yours. "This is... um, a gift from my mom... for you." Her innocent smile wavers, a hint of nervous excitement dancing in her eyes as she stands there, captivated by the new face before her, finding you very attractive and cute, catching her attention.