Story: TLR Indecent

I was going to have Yuuki thinking about Yui's odd behaviour, but then I changed my mind. This is probably better anyway.


Yui crept into her classroom like she’d done something wrong, which, of course, she absolutely had not. Instinct demanded that she cover herself in some manner, while common sense dictated that there was no point, and that all she’d be doing was drawing attention to herself. So. With a supreme force of will, Yui forced herself to ignore the fact that she was walking around nude in her own perception, and tried to focus on the fact that everybody else could see her clothing, even though she could not. This was not made tremendously simple when a clumsy idiot bumped into her, and where she should have felt his shirt collide with her covered shoulder, all she felt was skin on skin.

“Watch where you’re going!” she barked at him, being careful to keep her eyes very much in line with his.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he said.

“What did you just say?”

“I said sorry. Didn’t mean anything by it.”

Which was, again, absolutely nothing like what she’d just heard. In fact, it was even less like what she’d heard, which made her worry that her problem was getting <i>worse</i>. Which hadn’t really seemed possible, but hey! Perspective can help people learn just about anything under certain conditions. “Sorry,” she sniffed. “I… must have misheard you.”

She couldn’t get to class fast enough, but her suffering was not even remotely finished with yet. Yui sat at her desk and stared very, very hard at the surface, not daring to look at the other students. Which of them, she wondered, were flaunting the school uniform rules? How would she know when she could barely bring herself to look at them? Hell, come to it! If this persisted, how would she be able to change what she was wearing? She could neither see nor feel the clothes, not without a mirror. Gym class was this afternoon, and all of a sudden she didn’t really feel all that well. There wasn’t a mirror in the changing room, was there?

The bell rang and class began, and Yui felt rather green when their teacher entered the room. Ugh. Why this old man? Why not a younger person so that she wouldn’t have to look at something so hide- No, no, no! That sort of thought was wholly inappropriate! Looking at <i>any</i> faculty member in the nude, hypothetical or not, must surely be breaking some rule!

“Alright, class!” the teacher said, turning to the blackboard and in the process making Yui rather wish there was something nearby she could used to gouge out her eyes. “Today, we shall be covering calculus. It was invented by two Europeans around the same point of time: The famous Isaac Newton, and the less famous but still significant Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz. Newton tends to take the credit, though in truth it is Leibniz’s notation that we use today.”

The student in front of Yui began to lightly snore, so she rapped him on the back of his head with a ruler. In return, she got a rather mean scowl.

“But you’re not here to learn the history,” the teacher said. “So don’t worry, that won’t be on the test. What <i>will</i> be on the test is how it can be used. For example!” He stopped, and drew something on the board. A graph, by all appearances. Then he stopped, considered for a moment, and drew an erect penis on the graph. “By carefully applying calculus, we can find the area underneath this shape. Or this one,” he continued, going on to draw a pair of breasts on either side of the penis. “And this is only the beginning of the multiple uses of applied calculus. Now. If you would please turn to page 69 in your textbooks, I’ll use a few questions to illustrate how to seduce calculus into your warm, loving embrace.”

Yui trembled in her seat and reluctantly turned to the page (completely missing the sexual implication of the number, in particular since it was rather less obvious than the extremely blatant ones that were being thrown right in her face. Like the fact that, somehow, the maths problems on the page had managed to become a strange sort of ascii art that illustrated in detail Yuuki Rito and Lala Deviluke sharing a bath together) and tried, oh how she tried to concentrate. Something was affecting her in some way. It was obviously trying to turn her into a pervert, or humiliate her, or maybe both at once. Or just drive her completely mad, mad, MAD! Whatever it was, whoever was causing it, they would suffer. Oh, but they would suffer! But… For now, the rules demanded that she sit in class. They demanded that she, having no obvious external signs of illness, conduct her lessons in an appropriate manner. Which meant she had to grit her teeth and ignore the nudity she and she alone could perceive in her surroundings. It meant that she would have to filter out the disturbing and sexual things she was seeing and hearing to which nobody else was reacting. It meant that she would have to take the first opportunity that arose to have a little… discussion with the likely culprit of this - This unthinkable turn of events!

And over in her seat, Lala tilted her head and sniffed. Funny, she thought. For a moment it felt like she had been about to sneeze.

1. Maths class continues, and becomes increasingly pervertedly mathematical.
2. Skip to gym class, where to Yui’s perspective the girls are being taught to do erotic dances.
3. Skip to lunchtime and the conversation with Lala.
4. Go to someone else’s perception of what’s happening to her.
5. Another character is inexplicably affected! Who is it?
6. Something else