It was with great trepidation that Yui went out into the gym today. Normally, she could feel it if her bloomers had a wedgie, or if her shirt was showing her tummy, but with the way things were now she had absolutely no way of knowing how she looked. It was infuriating, humiliating, and definitely not turning her on. Which was a weird thing to deny now that she thought about it.
"Just push through it," she mumbled to herself. "Ignore the fact that it looks and feels like you're naked, just get through this gym class and everything will be -"
Her self-mantra became a gurgle of ill-focused emotions as she beheld the state of the gym. Calling it 'wrong' demeaned the word. Much the same way as repeatedly using an expletive devalues it, makes it lose the power that such words should typically hold, using words like 'wrong' in this context quite simply made this... this farce seem somewhat quaint.
In summary: Where there ought to be a series of parallel bars in the middle of the room, there were instead a series of poles and platforms. Around those platforms there were benches, pulled around with spectators watching the dancers atop them, occasionally forcing money into their belts. On the walls there were ropes, ostentiably for climbing purposes, in practise being used to facilitate erotic dancing.
Apologies, that wasn't exactly a concise summary, so here is one that is: The gym had become a strip club.
"Hi, Yui!" Haruna yelled across the gym, enthusiastically waving from one of the benches. "I saved you a seat! Come on, let's watch Yuki dance together!"
A strip club where it was the boys dancing for the girls. All naked, of course. Which rather precluded the idea of stripteasing, surely? Was the idea not to 'tease' the viewer by gradually revealing more of the body, building up their interest and then paying it off at just the right moment to induce maximum gratification? How was this supposed to titillate if -
Her eyes flicked up to the stage, where Yuki Rito was, indeed, dancing. He was oiled up. Gyrating on stage, flexing muscles that she was pretty sure he didn't have a few minutes ago. A picture perfect six pack gleaming in the light. His big penis swinging between his legs like a pendulum. The only strip of clothing on his body the belt that carried his cash.
"Hrnk!" she grunted. Yui forced herself to look away. "Shameless... absolutely shameless!
Not that it was any better anywhere else that she looked. Everyone was undressed and there were men everywhere. Dancing for the girls. F-Fulfilling their most base desires. Looking so damn sexy doing it. Gah! No! That's not you enjoying it, that's - that's a side effect of whatever is going on.
For the time being she would sit next to Haruna and stare at the floor. Definitely stare at the floor, find it absolutely fascinating and ignore the naked oiled up cute boy that was d-dancing and naked not five feet away.
"Woo, yeah! I could stare at his butt all day!" Haruna clapped. Guh! Such an out of character comment, coming from such a pure young girl! "Don't you think so, Yui? I just want to reach out and pinch it."
Which made Yui wonder. What had the girl actually said to her? What were the students actually doing right now? If only she could see it. If only she could hear it, or feel it, or experience that sense of normalcy.
"Oh, Yui. I'm sorry for what happened earlier in the corridor," Yuki said. No, don't talk to her as well! That made things so much worse! "It was my fault, I slipped and wound up with my big throbbing cock nestled in your cleavage."
"D-Don't think anything of it," Yui said. Yes, she could at least grasp what he was probably actually saying to her. "Be more careful in the future!"
Then without a trace of warning she felt something warm and hard land on her chest.
"Okay," Yuki said, nice as nice can be. "Then I'll make sure to deliberately titfuck you."
"Ehhh! Lucky!" Haruna gasped from next to her. As for Yui, she felt like a deer stuck in headlights. Th-This wasn't really happening. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. The idea that Yuki Rito could - that he could so casually place his genitals against hers and rub them up and down and up and down, that Haruna would slip behind her and grab hold of her breasts to make them slide along that shaft, these things were absurd! They were surreal! They were - they were!
"Sh-Shameless!" she yelled, and pushed him away, unable to take it anymore. Yui rose from her seat and made a break for it. She'd have to sit out gym if it was going to be this lewd! Alas, she didn't make it very far before finding herself crashing into a certain familiar presence and tumbling over to the floor.
"Hi Yui!" Lala said. "Are you ready to join me and Haruna in Rito's harem?"
Click.
"Hi Yui!" a recording of Lala's voice said. "Are you still seeing and hearing strange things?"
"Y-Yes, I am!" Yui said. "If anything, it's getting worse."
Lala smiled and patted Yui on the head. "Don't worry, once you get a good long dicking you'll feel much better."
Click.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help! If you tell me what you're seeing, I can help you figure out what's going on."
Tell her what she's seeing...? Oh goodness. How should she ever describe it? If she did, she'd have to use all sorts of crass language that a student was absolutely not allowed to use on school grounds. Even in these conditions - no, especially in these conditions - she absolutely had to maintain some sense of decorum! How else could she be expected to set any kind of example?
"W-Well, it doesn't look like a gym, it looks more like - like a dance club," Yui said.
"Yeah, I know," Lala said. "Oof, look at my man shaking his stuff! Wanna have a threesome later on?"
Click.
"A dance club? That sounds so neat! I bet my fiance looks really cool! He's been working out a bit more recently."
That was the most different kind of comment yet! By now Yui could feel herself sweating buckets and shaking like a leaf. It wasn't because she was personally embarrassed, it was because she was struggling to find a way to describe the gym as looking like a strip club without using any kind of lewd language!
"Alright, you soon to be studs and sluts!" a blue skinned alien clapped at the head of the room. "You're all coming along super nicely. In no time at all, you'll all view lewd behaviour as normal and acceptable, even the Deviluke Princess which is an unexpected bonus."
Huh? What was that? What did the teacher just say? Yui nudged Lala, winced a little when she repeated what the teacher had said - but before she could play the recording the teacher spoke up again.
"Pair up into groups of one boy and one girl," he commanded. "You'll really like today's exercise. No, it's not sex, you're not ready for that yet. The changes to your bodies and minds aren't going to be at the right level for that for at least another week."
Huh? Huh?! What was that supposed to mean? Wait... could it be that this really wasn't an illusion? That she was actually seeing reality, while everyone else was stuck in the illusion? What should she do now?
- Yui decides to confront the blue alien and get to the bottom of what's going on.
- Yui warns Lala about the blue alien.
- Yui takes action - and promptly finds that the blue alien was a figment of her own imagination.
- Something else
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