Yui Kotegawa had exactly the wrong outlook on life for retaining sanity at this school. S could be described as uptight, high-strung, deadly serious, and a textbook tsundere.
“Hey! You there! That skirt is a centimeter shorter than regulations allow! Correct that!”
And broadly speaking they would find that they were completely correct. She stalked the corridors between classes on a never ending vigil, seeking out those that would dare flaunt their indecent, shameless behaviour and forcing them to correct it through sheer weight of will. She was looked up to by several students for her serious attitude and ability to get things done. Her lack of patience with anything perverted made her a bit of a hero to some of the girls, as she was certainly brave enough to stand up to those that would attempt anything inappropriate or indecent. Sounds alright, maybe? Well, here we must introduce the significant flies to the ointment.
“Get down! I can’t stooooop!”
She barely had enough time to turn and register the sight of Rito barrelling down the corridor by what appeared to be miniature propellor blades attached to the seat of his trousers. Furthermore, his hands appeared to be bound at the wrist by some sort of bright green rubber chicken and for some unknowable reason his face was covered with tattoos of the word “Speed” in various languages.
Now, that was at least five or six entirely separate breaches of school regulations. Not that Yui had the time to say even one of them before he broke another rule by burying his head directly into her cleavage seconds before pushing her back against the wall with enough force to cause her to slump towards the ground. And on the way down, their lips brushed against each other and a traitorous desire to linger in this position was <i>resolutely overruled</i> though the additional motion to have the memory stored away for dreaming material slipped through unnoticed. Sometimes politics (even psychological politics) is about distracting the opposition while getting what you really want out of the deal.
Yui slumped against the wall and moved out of the way while Rito tried in vain to use his hands to press up against the wall. It appeared to be a losing battle given the strain on his face.
“P-Press it!” Rito said through grit teeth.”Press the button on my belt! Quickly!”
Yui scowled, but could easily see that this was not his fault. Apparently he had gotten himself into another of those shameless “zany” misadventures, but she could hardly stand by while a fellow student so obviously needed her assistance. So she reached up, pressed the belt, and only then did pattern recognition kick in. Far too late to give her the opportunity needed to roll out of the way, but it did kick in for once.
Which is why all the breath was knocked from her lungs when Rito landed on top of her moments later. All she could do was gasp for air as above her the trousers hovered up towards the ceiling, trouser legs trailing against the wall.
... Wait a minute. If his trousers were up there, then wouldn’t that mean? Yui’s neck craned down and her fears were confirmed. Yuuki Rito was lying on top of her in his boxer shorts!
“H-How sh-shameless!” she gasped, and the next thing she knew she was passing out right where she lay.
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“I think she’s waking up,” a voice that sounded rather a lot like Doctor Mikado said. Sure enough, Yui was beginning to become more and more aware of her immediate surroundings. Like the comfortable bed she was lying in, and the light streaming in from the windows nearby.
And as her eyes opened she did indeed see that she was within the infirmary, with a relieved Rito standing just behind Mikado. With trousers, mercifully.
A light was flashed into her eyes, and Yui had to blink. Cursory examination, nothing more than that. She was being checked just in case she was more injured than originally suspected.
“You fainted from shock I think,” Mikado said. “Though I’d think you’d be used to his antics by now. Hmm, so far as I can tell you’re in pretty good condition. Partly because you were given mouth to mouth resuscitation before being brought here.”
Mouth to mouth? W-wait a minute, isn’t that the famous technique where you suck in air and blow it directly into another person’s mouth with lip to lip contact? B-But that would surely mean that while she was unconscious Yuuki Rito had leaned in and... And deliberately kissed her! And done so without trousers on! Yui let out a whimper so high pitched only dogs could hear it, and blushed right down to her toes.
“Yeah, I have to say it was a bit of a surprise,” Rito said. Look at him! Laughing off the experience like it wasn’t the most shameless thing he’d done. This week. Today. Within the hour. “I didn’t realise Lala even knew how to perform mouth to mouth like that.”
“No trouble at all!” the perky alien bounced into view, clutching onto Yuuki’s arm a little too eagerly. “I’ve been watching lots of television lately, and it looked like something I should try out sometime!”
At this point Yui was unwittingly interfering with any radar equipment that may have been in the area. Which there wasn’t any of, but if there had been, it would’ve confused anyone trying to use it into thinking a flock of birds were trying to learn the cha-cha.
“I see no reason to detain you any further,” Mikado said. “So far as I can tell, you’re in perfect health. If you feel like fainting again, please don’t hesitate to drop on by! Especially if it’ll bring Rito and Lala along for a visit.”
... Ugh. Was it any wonder these two behaved so shamelessly under such an awful influence? After all, look at what she was wearing! Shamelessly flaunting her breasts with a form fitting shirt with a blatantly low cut neckline. A tiny skirt that matched the tiny amount of shame that existed within her. At least she made an attempt with that lab coat, but couldn’t she at least close it?
“I’m glad you’re feeling better now!” Lala said, bouncing around like she always did. “I felt so rotten that you were in that condition because of my latest experiment.”
Yui turned to ask her not to engage in such experiments in future thank you very much, because performing those on school grounds was definitely against at least three separate rules and probably more if she actually put some thought into it. But she didn’t. Instead, she hastily turned away with another bright blush on her face.
“Miss Deviluke, please adjust your clothes toy... What did you call it again, Peke? It appears to be malfunctioning.”
“Eh?” Lala gasped, and out of the corner of her eye Yui saw that she was twirling around as if deliberately flaunting her obviously nude body. “I don’t see anything wrong. Where’s the problem?”
“Where’s the problem? Are you blind! Tell her Yuuki Rito! Tell her... where...”
By now she’d turned to face him, and her mind simply stopped working completely. Naked in the middle of the corridor! They couldn’t blame this on a transporter accident! Not this time! This time they’d stripped down simply to taunt her, and for no other reason!
“What is wrong with the two of you?! Why would you even do that, and in front of so many people! Can’t you see how they’re staring at you? Don’t you feel any... shame... at... all...?”
Well, if they didn’t then nor did anyone else. Apparently someone had decided today was “show up in your birthday suit” day and nobody had told her. Every single student in the corridor was staring alright. But not at the two troublemakers. At her. And why shouldn’t they, when she was the only one in there wearing a single solitary stitch of clo-
No! No, no, no! Where had her uniform vanished to? This was intolerable! Unthinkable!
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Rito asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. Her bare shoulder. Her naked shoulder. Her shamelessly naked shoulder. The next thing she knew, Yui was running for the girl’s bathroom, a sanctuary from which she could surely hide from this madness.
Once within she splashed water on her face from the sink and tried to control her breathing. Control herself. Yes. Control yourself! She looked up into the mirror and almost laughed in relief. Her uniform was there in the reflection! But then she looked down, and saw that it wasn’t there at all. Her head bounced up and down between the two. Reflection, self, reflection, self. Both showing her two different contradictory facts. Even her own skin betrayed her in this sense, as she could feel her own skin where it should have encountered clothing. What was happening to her? Why did she appear to be so... indecent?!
- Someone has deliberately altered Yui’s perceptions as part of a nefarious scheme.
- It’s just an alien disease she caught from Lala, that’s all.
- Never mind how for now, let’s worry about the other effects this starts having on her.
- Something else
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