Satomi (1)

PART-1

Satomi Shiraishi is a student in the 2nd year group of Metropolitan High School S. S is the top school among the Metropolitan High Schools and is a prestigious school where dozens of students enter the University of T every year. Although Satomi was admitted to a private girls’ college of a higher standard, she enrolled in the school in accordance with her parents’ wishes.

Kaoru Mitsui is a close friend of Satomi’s, and is always ranked 1st and 2nd in the class exams after enrollment, while Kaoru Mitsui is competing with Satomi for the 1st place. Kaoru and Satomi were in the same class. Like Satomi, Kaoru was admitted to a higher level school, but due to financial reasons, she had to enter the best school in the metropolitan high school.

From the outside, Satomi is a short-haired, lively and cute girl, while Kaoru is a long-haired, clean-cut young lady. In terms of personality, Satomi does everything without losing out to the boys, while Kaoru is a thoughtful type of personality completely opposite of the two, the reason why they can become friends, it should be because they feel that the other side has their own lack of qualities, and with their minds are not ordinary people can get along.

Most of the conversations between the two are about future dreams, studying and boys. The boys’ side of the conversation is mostly about the type of boys, which one at school has the best brains and personality, and how to say no when that one comes courting.

In their first class, for example, there were only 7 girls out of 38 in the first class. Class 1, Class 3, were all in the same situation, and as a result, the love market in S High School became overwhelmingly favorable to girls. Most of the girls in the S High School are awkward, bookish girls with thick eyeglasses. Satomi and Kaoru naturally become the most popular couple in this environment, especially among the second year students, and it’s not too much to say that all the boys long for them. As a result, the two of them are constantly struggling with rejecting the dates of the boys, and both of them are complaining about it.

“Hey, hey, Satomi, come over here.”

Satomi, who was reading during her lunch break, heard the call, and calling her were Michiyo Nonaka and Yumi Machida. （What did they do?) Satomi was surprised that the callers were these two unexpected people.

“What is it?”

Satomi’s vague response lacked a sense of intimacy, as there was no friendship with the Michiyo girls. This is mainly due to the fact that the Michiyo girls feel inferior to themselves and are deliberately keeping their distance or even suppressing Satomi, especially because of the fact that Satomi is close to Nakamura,, who is one of the better quality of the boys.

“Don’t ask, follow.” Michiyo stood up and marched off in the direction of the hallway.

Satomi had no choice but to go along. (What the hell? It’s weird.) Satomi’s doubts grew.

Michiyo kept walking outside even after she reached the hallway, only to have Satomi follow her all the way to the inside of the gym before she stopped, which was probably the darkest and least visited place inside the school.

（What is it? What is it?) Satomi strikes a thoughtful pose.

There were two boys waiting, Ryo Yuki Takano and Kazuhiko Nakayama, who were in the same class, and Satomi’s bad feeling intensified. Yoshiyuki had gotten into this high school by sheer luck, and had been playing around ever since, causing his parents, who were doctors, to worry about his future. Kazuhiko, on the other hand, had a good head for rebellion and was usually at the bottom of the list when it came to exams, and the fact that such a person would come to Satomi already gave her pause, as he was the one who had always had a hard-on for the T-University and the Hidetoshi.

(But how did these two get together?) Satomi wondered what kind of relationship there was between these two.

“This… there’s something I want to show Satomi.” Yoshiyuki said with a big smile. But Satomi felt oppressed by this kind of person’s smile instead.

“What?” The reply came in a cold voice.

“Don’t use such a tone, right!” This time Kazuhiko, looking like a great man, took out several pieces of paper from his book bag and handed them to Satomi. These were pictures.

Satomi would like to see what it was.

“No, what is this?” Satomi’s voice was full of contempt.

It was a picture taken secretly when the girl was changing her clothes, no face could be seen, but the body was wearing a white bra and panties. The picture was ghostly because no flash was used, but it was already very valuable to the horny boys.

“No, don’t you get it? Come on, one more.” Yoshiyuki sent a 2nd picture.

“Wow, no!”

Satomi’s voice was loud and surprised this time. You can see the face clearly in the photo this time, so there’s no doubt that it’s Satomi herself.

(Excessive! Who did it? When? Why?) For a moment, my thoughts were in a state of confusion.

Seeing Satomi like this, Michiyo gave a satisfied smile. (Isn’t it shameful to be seen by a boy? I’ve prepared something better.) Thinking like this.

“Yoshiyuki-kun, 2nd one.” She couldn’t help but hyperventilate.

“Right! Look, Satomi, this one is the awesome one.”

Satomi’s eyes bulged out. This time the photo was a frontal shot from the lower half of the body upwards, with a close-up of the white panties between the thighs. Satomi could see from the contrasting colors in the photo that the area between her thighs was slightly darker. Satomi’s face flushed red and she unconsciously examined her own buttocks.

(That’s great, no hairs are showing.) After a moment of relief, I looked at the photo to make sure that my pubic hair was not showing.

However, Satomi’s momentarily relieved expression did not escape Michiyo’s eyes. (It’s too early to be relieved, there’s more shameful things to come!) While thinking this, she gave Kazuhiko a wink.

“Ya, Satomi, what’s this phase all about? I’ll be sure to have the whole class pass it around to see it. A close-up of the class president’s underwear would be a great service for everyone to see.”

The class president Kazuhiko is referring to is Satomi. Satomi was chosen to be the class president of a group of girls in their second year because she was trusted by everyone.

Satomi fell silent at the 3 shameful photos. (That’s the picture of changing clothes during sports… That’s right. Michiyo or Yumi took them, and then Yoshiyuki from the photo department showed them… That must be it.) The clever Satomi immediately thought of the origin of the photo, but how to deal with it? (How to deal with the other party’s request…) She thought calmly.

Satomi, who had been keeping her head down in thought, raised her head to Kazuhiko when she had the answer in her mind, “So what? What are you going to do to me? If I tell you what you threatened me with the photo, you’ll all be expelled from school!”

Kazuhiko was silenced for a moment by Satomi’s unexpected counterattack, but then figured out a way to deal with it.

“Well, well said, worthy of being the number one showman in the entire school. But what proof do you have? Do you know who took the picture? Who visualized it? Who can prove it? What real proof do you have that it was us? Want the school to drop us out?”

That’s right, there’s no substantial evidence that Satomi was subdued.

“If you accuse us without evidence, don’t forget that Yumi’s father is a congressman? False accusations are against the law, but not as simple as breaking school rules? And he knows a lot of MEXT officials.”

After Satomi takes a hit, Kazuhiko strikes again.

“Your future dream is to be a diplomat, right? Even if you do it by hiding this, if we watch the communication world disclose the ‘beautiful diplomat’s girl high school days’ then, I’m afraid that a lot of people will be clamoring for it, and it might be able to fetch a very high price. At that time, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs might send you to one of those small, troubled countries in South America in order to settle it.”

After hearing Kazuhiko’s rebuttal, Satomi realizes that she has indeed lost and has to negotiate the terms.

“So, want me to do what?” This time the voice was full of low gestures.

Kazuhiko nodded contentedly and stated the conditions, “That’s fine then. It’s not a harsh request, but I’d like to ask you to help the photography department by lifting up your skirt here and letting us take a look at the panties.”

By this time Satomi has figured out the relationship between the four. Kazuhiko, who hates Hideto, Yoshiyuki, who wants to take yellow pictures, Michiyo, who is jealous of Satomi’s beauty and intelligence, and Yumi, who is being used by them because her father is a member of the National Assembly. But even though they understand the relationship between them, there is no way to break the dilemma.

(I can’t lift up my skirt in front of these people and show them my panties! … but it would be a big problem if everyone in the class saw the picture… how could I face coming to school…) Michiyo looked happily at Satomi, who was stiff and still: “What’s the matter? You’re the class president and you can’t even do something as simple as this? If you don’t want to be pressurized, let’s just give the photos away. Everyone will have fun with Satomi’s half-naked photos. Okay, let’s go.”

This is Michiyo’s acting though, Satomi can’t help but stop it.

“I know, right here…” the sound coming from her throat showed that she had faltered.

PART-2

“Then we can use this.” Yoshiyuki said happily, while taking out the camera obscura.

Satomi’s expression stiffened at the sight of the camera, “Don’t do it! Don’t take pictures!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Satomi, you already agreed to help the portrait department beforehand? The lunch break ends in 15 minutes, so we have to hurry.”

“That’s right, and it’s too late to say no… If you understand, do it quickly.”

Satomi nodded her head in agreement while trembling, but inwardly she said to herself, “It’s not really a big deal… but it’s really humiliating for them to see me like this. Is there any way to stop them from teasing me…”)

But the intellect in her head betrayed her, completely unable to think of a way to do so, Satomi desperately tried to suppress her shame, and as a result, Hosho’s body was still trembling with shyness.

Satomi, who is usually so tough and unyielding, is now looking like this, which stimulates the sadistic hearts of the four of them: (You’re still trying to pretend to be tough, Satomi. I’m going to make you so shy that you’ll cry, and everyone outside will hear it.) Kazuhiko, the dominant one among the four, was already determined to do so: “Hurry up!”

It was only at the sound of Kazuhiko’s voice that Satomi slowly reached out to hold her skirt.

Satomi’s eyes were filled with fear as she slowly pulled up her school uniform skirt from the top of her knees to the middle of her thighs. The white and tender legs full of fleshiness, those are the firm and elastic thighs that only a girl high school student can have, full of physical beauty, Yoshiyuki pressed the flash button.

“No!”

In that instant, Satomi pressed her skirt again.

“Satomi.”

Michiyo scolded her with a very unfriendly look in her eyes, so she had no choice but to continue. As a result, most of her thighs were exposed, and if she pulled them up further, she could see her panties. At that moment, Satomi’s hand stopped, looking at all the people’s eyes it was obvious that she had to do it. Satomi lowered her head and the color of her face turned red. Satomi, who had no experience in kissing, had a very high self-esteem, but she really had to do something so shameful that she couldn’t believe it.

(Satomi, calm down!) After encouraging herself inwardly, she made up her mind to pull up her skirt to her waist.

But there was still no way to hide the shame inside, unconsciously closing his eyes, his face filled with a shameful expression.

“Great, class president Satomi’s panties are showing.” Yoshiyuki happily snapped the picture.

“Hey, Miss Satomi open your eyes!”

“And pull the skirt up higher!”

Kazuhiko and Michiyo scolded her at the same time, and Satomi whispered “yes” as if she had heard her father’s scolding.

As a result, Satomi’s situation only became more humiliating. Her own hands pulled her skirt up to almost shoulder level, and as a final result, Satomi’s upper body even had her belly button exposed, and her lower body was only covered by a pair of panties. Satomi’s eyes were watery, and although the teardrops didn’t flow out, she was already ready to cry. In front of her classmates, in front of the school, in front of her classmates, in front of the school, like this… Satomi was extremely anxious.

(In any case, let this nightmare end soon!)

“Leave me alone, that’s enough!” Although Satomi was pleading to death, they just concentrated on observing Satomi’s body, especially her lower half.

“The people who saw the pictures we took were not wasted, really.” Kazuhiko said emotionally.

“Really, what a beautiful body, Cong wonderful to admire. But it’s really too messy, pulling up its own skirt.” Michiyo was really jealous.

“Enough with the front, this time to the ass!” Yoshiyuki said with vigor. So far, 3 rolls of film had been taken.

“Mmm, how admirable!” Yumi was touched by the physical beauty of Satomi’s lower body and let out a heartfelt sigh of pure admiration.

Satomi was in this pose for a good 5 minutes. Just when Satomi could not take it anymore, “Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang” came the bell for class and the lunch break was over.5 people stiffened for a moment.

“Well, go back.” Kazuhiko said anxiously.

“Wait, we have to get this…” Michiyo grabbed Satomi’s skirt as she spoke.

It was already 1:03 when Kazuhiko and the other five returned to the classroom, but Mr. Saki, who was always known for his punctuality, entered the classroom five minutes late today, so they were just in time to avoid being late.

But the five became the center of attention for the whole class. The combination was so unnatural that everyone was filled with questions and couldn’t understand it. It was well known that Kazuhiko and Satomi didn’t get along, and Michiyo and Satomi were even more difficult to talk to.

Then everyone’s eyes focused on Satomi’s skirt. Before the lunch break it had been a normal knee-length 5’s, but now it was a knee-length 20’s mini-skirt, and all the students around her were blatantly focusing on Satomi’s thighs under the table. Everyone wanted to look at Satomi’s expression, but Satomi always lowered her head to try to avoid letting people look, while her cheeks were already blushing. Satomi couldn’t help but hate her seat at this point, as she was right in the middle of the classroom in the front, and the only thing she could do at this point was to hope that Mr. Saeki would leave the pulpit and stand nearby so that she could block the view of others.

And whispers began all around.

“Satomi-san’s feet are almost showing, those thighs are so beautiful!”

“Really, really, white and fleshy thighs are so H-ah! Why on earth are they dressed like that?”

“Really, coming to class dressed like that.”

“Where did the original skirt go?”

“Don’t worry about that kind of thing, I look at that chest ah! It’s 85.”

“Hey, if I can strip her…”

The boys discussed it excitedly.

Satomi’s only friend among the boys,  suke, joins in on these explicit conversations, and the longing for Satomi’s pathetic obsessive refuge is just too fascinating.

Girls on the other hand.

“What are you doing? You’re wearing so little, you’re an exhibitionist!”

“That would certainly be to attract men, come to class naked if you can!”

There were snide remarks and sarcastic comments about her, but only Kaoru tarried and watched Satomi.

As Satomi listened to the various stories, her anxiety grew, and she had no choice but to wait for the time to pass. But then she remembered that when Michiyo had forced herself to change into this dress, she had said, “It fits well and it’s convenient, right? Why don’t you wear this tomorrow?” That was just coercion!

My confused mind was desperately trying to think of a solution, but if I didn’t listen, the 3 photos, the shameful photo of today, and the photo of myself pulling up my skirt and letting someone take a picture of my lower body with only my panties, would all be publicized.

(What should I do?… Do I have to wear a miniskirt to school every day?… That would be too much, and Dad would be furious.) Kazuhiko, who was sitting diagonally in front of Satomi, looked back at her. Satomi looked confused and ashamed, her hands pressed against her thighs as she tried to think.

(Satomi has a shy look on her face. You’ve had a taste of humiliation, haven’t you? I want you to be even more humiliated in front of Mr. Tasaki Well, which gentleman to choose… well, Tasaki. I’ll have to discuss it with Michiyo, the head of the department.)

Usually it’s Kazuhiko who loses all the arguments and fights with Satomi, but this time she beat Satomi, which is exciting to think about. Satomi also has an ace in the hole: the photo Michiyo took of her, which Satomi can’t ignore and can’t explain to anyone how it came to be.

PART-3

Famous kinds of thoughts come to mind in the class room, and just then 5 o’clock passes. There is a 10 minute break before the 6 o’clock class begins.

Kazuhiko was the first to act. He found Yoshiyuki and Michiyo, and after the three of them whispered for a while, Yoshiyuki walked out of the classroom, while Michiyo was looking for someone inside the class.

Kaoru stood up from her seat and quickly walked over to Satomi’s seat, “Satomi-kun, why is this dress…?” She bent down next to Satomi and said as gently as she could without irritating her. But Satomi’s hands were clenched into fists, even as her hands ached, and Kaoru fell silent for a moment.

After thinking for a while, Kaoru made up her mind and asked, “Well, Satsuki-kun, I have something to say…”

At that moment, a voice from behind rang out, “Oh, Kaoru-kun, could you come over here for a moment, please?”

It was Michiyo. A slight smile floated on her face while a mocking look filled her eyes, and Kaoru’s expression changed to one of fear for a split second.

“I see. Satomi, raise your spirits!” After saying so, he reluctantly left Satomi’s side.

Satomi watched this weird situation as Michiyo was wondering what she and Kaoru were talking about. Kaoru just kept nodding. (Why? What are they talking about?…) She looked at her best friend and wondered what she was doing without her.

Followed by the group of boys quietly gathered around Kazuhiko whispering that they had many things they wanted to question Kazuhiko about.

“Hey, how did you get everyone’s Satomi to turn out like this?”

“What everyone, everyone is rejected really.”

“Don’t push it, how on earth did you get her to be willing to dress like that?”

“Finally if I could just get the skirt to lift a little higher, if I could see Satomi’s panties, I’d die if I had to!”

However, Kazuhiko stopped all questioning with a slight smile, and gradually the questioning stopped.

“Come on, come on, don’t be so anxious for a second, want to see Satomi show a little more? I have an idea.”

The other 4 girls besides Satomi, Kaoru and Michiyo gathered inside the locker room and whispered.

“Hey, hey, Yumi, what the hell do you know? Why is Satomi dressed that unreasonably?”

“Want to see a more brutal performance? An even more humiliating performance from that usually high and mighty Satomi~~”

“Even her panties are showing? Don’t you guys want to see the normally high-minded Satomi’s face?”

These rare talks started with Yumi at the center, and Yumi followed, “What? Just talk to Michiyo and everything will be fine.” Whether the girls were positive or negative, it was Yumi who had to report.

Therefore, before the end of the break, it became a venue for whispers, and Michiyo approached Satomi’s seat and smiled smugly, while Satomi on the other hand, was filled with a look of fear. Until yesterday, Michiyo, who was always late and forgot to bring things, was in the position of being lectured before Satomi, the class president who had excellent grades and good behavior, but now the balance had collapsed completely, and the positions and stances of the two sides had been completely reversed.

At 6 o’clock it was math hall. Mr. Tazaki, the math teacher, had Satomi’s respect, and he also had a high opinion of Satomi, who had a clear mind, a quick mind, and was very good at math. And since Tasaki, a 29 year old graduate of the University of T, was one of the few boys with a brilliant mind and a good personality, Satomi had visions of him inside her, and those words were only spoken to Kaoru.

Because of this, Satomi felt that the atmosphere was even heavier. Because Satomi absorbed it so quickly, Tamao liked to ask herself questions, (if Tamao saw herself dressed like this…) Satomi blushed as she thought about it.

In fact, Michiyo had already given Satomi an order before the break was over. The order was that if she was called out by the teacher to answer a question on the blackboard, she would have to drop the chalk herself before writing the answer to the question, and then she would have to pick up the chalk with her back to the class, and she would have to show her panty-less ass to the class and to Tasaki.

But on the other hand, Satomi had a question: “Why did Michiyo say that? Mr. Tada asks the questions in the order of the student’s number, so there’s no other way. I was asked last week, so I don’t think it’s my turn today. I don’t think I need to worry about that, so I’ll think of a way to deal with them before 6:00 is over. Kazuhiko might have other plans, so if I don’t think of a way to deal with them beforehand, I’m sure I’ll end up being the target of a joke.)

Tasaki was unexpectedly five minutes late, and the result was that the break grew to 15 minutes.

When Tasaki entered the classroom, the instructions for the new course began, and fortunately Tasaki didn’t notice Satomi’s unashamed dress at all, and Satomi was reassured by this unfortunate blessing.

After 20 minutes of instruction, Tasaki said, “Okay, follow along to the answer to the practice questions.” After that, he started writing questions on the blackboard. He thought that the level of the problems in the textbook was low, so he often made his own problems.

There are a total of 8 problems on the blacktop. On the blackboard, they are divided into left and right sections, from (1) to (4) on the left, and from (5) to (8) on the right. As soon as she looked at the questions, Satomi understood all the answers, but then a question surfaced: (Why is question (5) particularly difficult? Of the 8 questions, that was the hardest.) After Satomi’s question was answered, Tasaki started naming students to answer the questions, and as expected, they were called by student number. When it came to question (5), Kazuhiko coughed loudly, and Tasaki ignored him and continued talking.

Satomi was relieved: (It will take about 20 minutes to answer the questions… no more questions…) The 8 of them went to the stage and started answering the questions. As expected of S High students, they answered most of the questions.

After 8 minutes, all of them except the person in charge of question (5) answered the question and returned to their seats. After 10 minutes, Tasaki spoke from his seat, “What’s wrong, did Takahashi give up?”

“Department, I can’t, it’s too hard.” Takahashi, who answered #8, put his hands behind his head in a helpless manner and said, and the class laughed along with him.

Tasaki could only smile bitterly, “Don’t talk nonsense. It’s true that this question is very difficult, if I can answer this question, I guarantee that I can get into the math test of T University. So who has the confidence to do it?” Tasaki cast his eyes on Kazuhiko.

After Kazuhiko understood Tasaki’s intentions, he replied with a smile, “Sir, if it’s Satomi, she’ll definitely be able to answer.”

Satomi, who was sitting in the back and was suddenly named, had a fearful expression all over her face.

“Satomi, you’re called. Question (5).”

Satomi’s whole body stiffened up, only for her to start shaking. (Called! Everyone will see her shameful dress!) But she couldn’t not answer, and as the class watched, Satomi stood up and slowly approached the altar.

The snow-white thighs were completely exposed and looked erotic in contrast to the dark blue uniform.

Now for the first time she understood Tasaki and Kazuhiko’s intentions, Ryo Yukari was spreading the word for Kazuhiko during the break, and that content must have been this.

“During the 6 o’clock class, Satomi must be called upon to answer questions. Satomi’s questions must be written on the highest part of the blackboard, it’s Yumi’s request, you don’t want to be pressured, do you?”

I’m sure the words are more euphemistic, but the content is pretty much the same. Tasaki, who wanted to make a name for himself in the education world, would surely not refuse Yumi, and it wasn’t a big deal, just a change in the usual order of calling names.

What has the lovely Satomi done to be targeted by Kazuhiko? He even wants to use himself against her. But it doesn’t matter if you know it or not, no matter how good and cute Satomi is, it’s not as important as your own future, and choosing this outcome is inevitable. This should be Tazaki’s thought.

Only Satomi’s expression was chagrined. Wearing a miniskirt like that and standing on the altar, her panties would surely be visible. Moreover, at 156, Satomi had to stand up tall and straighten her back in order to answer the question, so her panties would definitely be visible… Unconsciously, Tasaki’s penis was engorged with blood and he stood up.

Not only Tasaki, but all the boys inside the classroom thought so. Satomi’s standing on the teaching platform under the vision of everyone’s expectation was tantamount to standing on the execution stage. I… I really have to perform that kind of shameful act before everyone…

I’ve been working on the translation of Satomi since Nahoko, and it took almost half a year in September, October, November, December, January plus the following February, so it was really a lot of work and an immense amount of effort.

Satomi is currently at 32part, and like Nahoko it’s not finished yet, but I think it would be a good idea to add a full-length story to the “Spring is in the Air” section, since it’s almost all short stories now.

I’ve mentioned “Nahoko” before and voted on the content of the most line, the result is “colonic without underwear to play tennis” ranked first, the Japanese really perverted, so the author’s expression has become like this (^^;), I do not know how the author will write it?

Satomi” is a relatively light flavor of the work, there is no group sex and defecation, but after watching it, it can certainly make people re-understand the word “shame” how to understand, but in time for the New Year’s posting is really good.

black moon

PART-4

Satomi stepped up to the board, chalk in hand, the answer to the question was already in her head, she just had to write it.

But the difficulty was that it would take 2 or 3 minutes to write all the answers… Satomi pulled herself together and tried to write as quickly as possible.

While Satomi straightened her back and wrote, all her eyes were focused on one point. It was the white panties that appeared between Satomi’s thighs. The sight of her white panties in the classroom was very erotic. (Everyone is looking at my panties… what should I do?) Satomi’s face was burning as she thought about it.

Satomi’s imagination, however, was completely true. The whole class was looking at Satomi’s snow-white thighs, and the panties that caught their attention. There wasn’t even one boy in the class who didn’t have feelings for Satomi. Everyone was in a dream-like atmosphere. Their hearts were only focused on Satomi’s panties above her thighs.

The unusual silence lasted for a minute before being broken.

“Satomi-san, the white panties are cute. Why don’t you pull up your skirt a bit and let everyone see more, okay!” The first one to break the silence was Takahashi, who asked for more than enough.

“Idiot, asking Satomi to answer questions she doesn’t understand and harassing people. Won’t you reflect on that?”

“Actually, we should be thankful that he doesn’t understand, right?”

“How else would I see such beautiful legs.”

All sorts of contemptuous self-righteousness and lustful talk invaded Satomi, and it wasn’t like she could plug her ears under the humiliation.

“Satomi are you selling out on purpose?”

Satomi had no choice but to ignore Michiyo’s intentionally teasing speech and bite her lip to answer with all her might. (There are 3 more lines.)

At that moment once again there was a loud coughing of the staff, Satomi and everyone in the class looked at Kazuhiko, but Kazuhiko just said, “Excuse me.” And he made some strange gestures and expressions.

But a total of four people, including Satomi, understood the significance of it; it was a reminder not to forget her previous orders. Of course, Satomi hadn’t forgotten. But after dropping the chalk, Satomi couldn’t make up her mind to do it.

“Satomi, hurry up!”

This time it was Michiyo’s voice. If you didn’t do it… it was a threatening voice.

Satomi stood up straight and wrote on the black paper again, then pretended to slip and dropped the chalk on purpose. While thinking about picking up the chalk while everyone was watching. Unfortunately, the chalk rolled to the lower left side of the altar. (Yikes!) Satomi scrambled down the platform.

At the same time, Kazuhiko coughed falsely for the third time. The boys, who had already realized that there was another meaning to it, were looking forward to Satomi’s more humiliating performance, while the girls were happily watching Satomi’s degradation, which they all envisioned. With the whole class watching, Satomi’s head grew big as she had to show her most shameful demeanor.

The coughing this time was clearly an urging to stand under the teaching altar and pick up the chalk. If it was a normal skirt, of course you wouldn’t be able to see the panties underneath, but Satomi was wearing a super short miniskirt, so I’m afraid the panties would be completely exposed. But if you refuse…

Satomi once again tightened her lips and bent down to pick up the chalk. But with her legs straightened and just the upper half of her body bent down, in that split second everyone could clearly see Satomi’s panties.

“Yikes! What are you doing, class president!”

“She must have done it on purpose.”

“Followed by will she spread her legs at the altar for us to see?”

Because Satomi’s near stripper-like behavior after her lunch break caused everyone to change their attitudes towards her.

However, Satomi was unable to reach the chalk even though she straightened her fingers, and the more anxiously she bent over to pick it up, the more her panties were exposed, and only her fingertips touched the chalk.

Anyone located in the back could see her increasingly elevated ass, and this was the self-respecting class president of the school year one showgirl.

After that, the boys’ excitement peaked.

“Hey! Satomi’s panties are showing!”

“That ass is so protruding, it can’t be endured.”

“Now I realize that the class president is an exhibitionist~~”

“Why don’t we just take off our skirts at this class meeting?”

“Then wait that long and take off your skirt now!”

Followed by shouts of “Take it off! Take it off!” The shouts were followed by “Take it off! In an instant, Satomi stopped all movement because she was being humiliated.

Tasaki and  Sukesuke couldn’t stay silent and stopped in unison.

“Those still in class, earn your way down!” Tasaki.

“Stop it everyone, Satomi is so pathetic!”  mes.

“But Mr. Tasaki, you look happy with the way Satomi’s feet and panties look.” Michiyo immediately shot back, “ But then, you have an erection in front of you. You obviously like Satomi’s shameful look but you’re not saying what you think!”

The retorted duo only fell silent.

Satomi, who was listening to the argument behind her back (yikes, even Tasaki-san and suke saw how she made a fool of herself.

I even got excited… The thought of it made me even more desperate. Even the two people I’d been counting on had betrayed me.) At this point, it was conceivable that Tasaki would not resist if Kazuhiko only used Yumi’s father… The thought of that made me even more desperate. Mr. Tasaki only cared about his own future.

Ten minutes later, the hands were pointing at 6:00, and it was already the end of the school day. At the same time, Satomi ran out into the hallway, leaving her dress that Michiyo had taken, and rushed out of the school in one breath.

As soon as Satomi got home, she didn’t even talk to her mother and shut herself up in her room. She began to cry. (What should I do? I’ve made a fool of myself in front of everyone… Mr. Tasaki,  and Kaoru have all seen it. How could I face going to school?”) He rested his head on the pillow and cried.

After dinner. Satomi had been hiding in her room when the PHS rang. It was a number I hadn’t seen, and though I wanted to ignore it, the sound was too loud.

There was no choice but to answer it.

“Hello.” The voice became as amiable as possible, as it was usually the boys who called.

“Hello, Satomi? It’s me, Michiyo.”

(So it was her!) Satomi regretted it. Michiyo’s PHS’s number had clearly been heard, but she had forgotten it herself.

Michiyo ignored Satomi’s feelings and continued, “I’m in the room of the photo department right now. All the pictures are out. During lunch break and math hall, the photos are very good.”

For a moment, Satomi wondered if she was wrong: “Wait, in math class…”

“Of course it’s the picture taken when you exposed your panties. It was so daring, showing your panties in front of the whole class in the classroom, and your face was especially clearly photographed. It was chaotic at the time, but luckily Yoshiyuki took the picture.”

“How can…” Satomi cried out in despair.

It’s not good to leave a record like that…

“The photos were very good…” she continued, “and all the boys wanted them, even  sukai. But don’t worry, after you left, Kazuhiko had agreed that if he wanted Satomi to perform again, he couldn’t tell anyone else in the class. All the boys promised, so that’s a class secret. That’s great!”

What’s “too good to be true”? Satomi thought. Michiyo had forced her to make a fool of herself at school, and she had to “serve” everyone in the future. I was ashamed of myself, and I even took a picture of my ass at that time… Satomi was secretly worried.

“And don’t forget yah, now the deal. Tomorrow you’re going to wear a shorter skirt back to school. As for the panties be bold and show more flesh, preferably T-backs.” Michiyo hung up after saying that.

After that the PHS rang again. This time it was Kaoru, and Satomi breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, hey Kaoru!” She was finally able to snap out of it.

“This Satomi. Is there anything you can tell me? We’re friends.” Kaoru said directly.

Satomi almost wanted to say everything, but pride wouldn’t allow it, “Yah, say what? There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s been a long day, I’m going to bed. Bye!” Ignoring what Kaoru said, she unilaterally cut off the call.

PART-5

The following day was Friday. This Saturday is a short week, and the closer we get to the weekend, the lighter the pace of the students passing through the school gates.

But there was one among the students whose feet were heavy. It was Satomi, of course. She kept her pace as small as possible. That’s because she was wearing a short skirt that reached only 15 above her knees. As she left the house, she said to her surprised parents, “This is very ordinary.” And off she went.

The students who returned to school at the same time as Satomi felt unexpectedly lucky. Satomi, the school idol, was wearing a daring mini-dress that showed off almost all of her legs.

Of course it was much better than yesterday’s super short miniskirt, but the shock was too much for students outside of the 2 year 1 group.

The school year’s number one showman, the school’s number one smart and beautiful girl, Satomi. This Satomi was wearing an ultra-short skirt that completely exposed her legs. Satomi quickly crossed the playground under everyone’s gaze.

While entering the school building, “Ya, Satomi wait a minute.” Suddenly they were called, it was Michiyo and Yumi. Satomi felt pressured. （”I’m sure they’re up to something…) But there was no way to escape. Michiyo was holding a very large projector.

“This?” Satomi sobered up and looked at Michiyo’s smile.

“Satomi, please just get the audiovisual classroom.”

So it is.

“Why me?”

“What are you talking about? You’re the class president? It takes two hands to hold this one, so I’ll hold the bag for you.”

Michiyo, by her own random decision, took Satomi’s book bag and handed her the projector. And finally whispers in her ear.

“That’s fine for now. But if you resist again, then we’ll post a picture of yourself at school grabbing your skirt to show your panties, and a picture of yourself in the classroom showing your panties and raising your ass? And submit it to magazines?”

“Please, don’t…” whispered Satomi, her face turning red. There was no way to refuse Michiyo’s order.

Satomi, who had traveled to the staircase, realized Michiyo’s malicious intent. It wasn’t just for Michiyo’s own convenience. The projector was so big and heavy that it had to be carried in both hands. But the audio-visual classroom was on the 3rd floor. The stairs at S High School were long and narrow, with large gaps between each step. It was because the school didn’t have the money to remodel it. Satomi stopped before she reached the stairs and gave Michiyo a look of distress.

“What’s wrong? Hurry up. It’s so close to class.”

Michiyo knew full well the reason for Satomi’s distress. And the boys around her seemed to understand, too, with looks of anticipation. It’s very simple. If we go up like this, the people below will be able to see Satomi’s panties, and she doesn’t have any hands to cover them…

“Hurry up, or do you want me to send them pictures, or do you want me to take off your kilt on the spot? I’ll even take off your panties on the spot.” A whisper followed by a threatening hand around Satomi’s waist.

Satomi had to move upward while she stood aside and watched. Watching the lower half of Satomi’s body. As Satomi traveled to the 8th stair, cheers came from below.

“Look, Satomi’s panties!”

“The pink ones are cute.”

“It’s mostly just good thighs.”

“Row a little higher.”

“Is what I see before me really reality!”

Famous kinds of remarks rang out around them, and people followed at a certain distance below in time with Satomi’s steps.

(Too much, everyone. I’m shy, what’s so funny…) Satomi bit her lower lip in frustration, and the only way to escape was to get to the audio-visual classroom as soon as possible. Satomi hugged the projector tightly and walked up the stairs at the usual speed of 1.5 meters.

But the result of the increased speed was that the skirt swayed more, and by now almost half of her panties could be seen. The cheers from below got louder and Satomi’s face got redder and redder. But the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and in the end there were more than 35 people. But there was no one around Satomi, they were all following at the bottom of the 7-8 stairs.

Satomi arrived at the classroom at 8:59 p.m. Classes started at 9:00 p.m. Satomi, who was gasping for breath, walked to her seat, but was surrounded by smiling boys.

“A long time ago, you let people see the spring light under your skirt. Quickly also let me see.”

“Deliberately for the boys at school, right?”

“It’s too bad you can’t see beautiful legs like that.”

“What a service today, so much to look forward to.”

Satomi had to pretend she couldn’t hear and just get ready for class.

After the 1 hour class on ancient literature, Satomi was taken to the girls’ restroom by Michiyo. All the other girls in the class were there except Kaoru, and Satomi looked at them with a shy expression.

Michiyo, the source of it all, spoke first: “Why did you come back dressed like that.”

Satomi begged for forgiveness, saying that she had been ordered to wear a knee-length 20 skirt, but had angered Michiyo instead.

“Just kidding! The agreement was to wear the same one as yesterday! Hey everyone, is this the same length as yesterday’s?” Michiyo asked the other girls.

“Well, it should have been 10 shorter.” It was Tomoko Aota.

“In that case, you can’t just count it out.” This is Aiko Uchiyama.

The two of them are in the middle of the pack in terms of size and appearance, but they’re on a completely different level compared to Satomi. They seem to be very happy about bullying Satomi.

(Why don’t you help people who are also girls? I’m already shy.) Satomi couldn’t imagine that her self-esteem was so high that she became arrogant in the eyes of others, affecting everyone with jealousy and hatred.

With 2 minutes to go before the start of the second hour of class, Satomi returned to the classroom, but the boys saw their eyes bulge out. Satomi’s skirt was 25 above her knees and only 3 above her ass, which didn’t cover her panties and made it easy for people to see her.

“Yaaaay, Satomi-kun, today’s service is to show your panties.”

“Today’s panties are pink, pull them up a little.”

All kinds of ridicule flew one after another. Because a pair of feet, from the butt to the shoes were exposed. Satomi thought that if she was dressed like this and compared to other girls, of course she would be scorned. She could only walk back to her seat avoiding the stares of others.

“Yikes.” Satomi let out a small yelp as she sat down.

The moment I sat down, I felt my muscles touch the chair directly. As she sat down, her skirt was pulled up and half of her panties were exposed. She pulled her skirt as much as she could in a panic, but she attracted the attention of all the students around her. Satomi could hear everyone’s teasing voices in her ears, and it seemed that she would have to stay in the classroom like this for the rest of the day, and there was still one minute left before class started.

“Naru, I wish I was sitting next to Satomi.”

The boys sigh. It drew laughter from the class. Satomi couldn’t even cover the area around her ass despite her desperate attempts to stretch her skirt, and started the class with the whole class watching.

Luckily, I didn’t get called until lunch break and was safe and timeless until noon.

12:30 pm. Satomi began to read after eating her lunchbox at her seat. She didn’t dare to leave the classroom in this state, normally if she wore a normal skirt, she would have walked around the school. But now that she was wearing a mini-skirt, she didn’t dare to go outside once she saw the 1st year girls who usually envisioned her turn into contemptuous eyes.

Satomi slowly realized that there was something strange around her, what Satomi found strange was that there were too many students from other classes. There were too many students from other classes, normally students would stay in their own classrooms if there wasn’t a special reason.

Of course, that was also the result of Kazuhiko’s order. Kazuhiko’s order was: “Try to bring someone from another class around 12:40 because there is something interesting to see.”

That’s because, with 2 years and 1 group of Satomi’s hell of shame, he wanted to brag to more people.

PART-6

That’s when an unknown rod from the rear affixed itself to Satomi’s head.

“Yikes, Squad Leader please change the light tubes?”

In the worst case scenario, it was Michiyo, who already had a smile of triumphant complacency since yesterday. Satomi tried to pretend to be calm.

“That should be called for the janitor to do.”

“Because janitors have other things to do.”

“Then get Yoshino-kun, he usually does it.”

“What a shame, Yoshino-kun is off today, so now it’s only up to the class president to do it.” That responsibility would be Satomi’s turn, and that of course was Michiyo’s plot again.

Satomi had to die (tense, isn’t this becoming a handyman. But I’m afraid she’s up to something else!) I wonder what Michiyo is up to?

“Which one?”

“Yah, just the one on my seat.” She pointed to the smallpox skin. The boys who saw this looked expectant.

“Ya, this…?” Satomi showed a confused look.

Satomi couldn’t stand up high enough, and it was impossible for her to stand on the table… So what did Michiyo mean? Why have I been so stupid since yesterday? I never thought of this…

“Change it after school, right?” Let’s try it once, Satomi, who couldn’t think of a way to do it, only uttered such mundane words.

“It’s cloudy today ah! It’s not good for your eyes to look at things in the dark.” The expected answer.

“But I’m not tall enough.” Another prevarication. The look of undying determination was fully reflected in the trailing end of the sentence.

“Are you stupid? Just change on the table.” The boys did as Michiyo instructed and instantly pulled the table closer.

“Yes, that’s okay, isn’t it? Proud class president-sama.” Michiyo pointed to the table.

“I see…” After saying that and taking the light tube, Satomi had to do it.

The boys gathered around the table and waited for Satomi to get up. The boys could see the bottom half of Satomi’s body underneath her mini-skirt… as long as they looked upwards… If they got close enough, the mini-skirt didn’t even cover her up, so no one in the classroom would miss the chance to see Satomi in a state of ecstasy. I’m afraid even  is no exception.

“Well, hurry up! Lunch break is almost over.” Michiyo scolded tsked up. The other boys looked forward to it.

Yesterday, I didn’t even say I was going to do this… Satomi contemplated this meaningless thing and stood up on the table, discreetly blocking the view of others as much as possible with both hands.

“Today it’s pink! Satomi usually doesn’t lose to the boys, but she still dresses girly!” Being told the color of her panties, she stopped moving for a split second.

(Yes, it’s pink today…) Satomi cursed her bad luck. Because of Michiyo’s phone call yesterday, Satomi wore bold pink panties today. The cloth is only 70% of its usual size, so it doesn’t cover her entire ass, and the pubic hair on the front of her secret area is only covered.

(Oh no, this time…) She looked at Michiyo for help, who of course just urged her to act.

There’s nothing else to do, so first stretch your right foot until it’s straight, trying to avoid people seeing between the femurs, and then straighten your left foot as well.

The boy’s face could almost touch Satomi’s thigh position.

“Well that’s a nice thigh.”

“It’s so rare to see it this close.”

The boys cheered.

Satomi had fear in her eyes, (please don’t look up my skirt anymore…) she begged inwardly.

But the result is inevitably the opposite of the wish.

“What bold panties!” Takahashiji suddenly exclaimed as he looked at the spring light under his skirt.

The boys swarmed around and sobbed, trying to pull up Satomi’s skirt.

“Really! It only covers half the place.”

“Right.”

“Pull it up as high as you can so people can see more!” While saying this numerous hands reached upwards, Satomi panicked and stopped them.

Satomi was tricked by Michiyo into performing a scene on the table called “Satomi Bares Her Skin”. One of them stood up on the table wearing a skirt of 25 above the knee and stripped. The boys underneath Satomi were able to see Satomi’s bottom half except for her panties.

Satomi quickly took a light tube. Plugging one side into the socket it began to turn. Now we have to do it as quickly as possible. I don’t want to put up with this… Satomi doesn’t want to be as miserable as she was yesterday.

As luck would have it, Satomi stood up as high as she could before she could reach the ceiling. (Any straighter, and it would have been truly unprotected.) Once again, Satomi was halfway up. For the boys below, the short skirt didn’t cover much, but the shadows underneath made it difficult for them to see clearly. It’s really a dilemma. If she stood up straight, she wouldn’t be able to cover herself at all, and the part between her thighs would be completely exposed.

It was Michiyo who broke the ice: “What are you doing, Satomi? Do it quickly and properly. But you’re an exhibitionist, so you’re probably slowing down on purpose.”

Satomi made up her mind and straightened her whole body again while using her hands. (Faster no matter what!) At that instant a louder cheer came from below, and she had managed to place the light tube in her right hand, one more turn would do it. (That’s it!)

At the thought, the table shook up considerably, and it was the boys below who pushed the table.

“Wow!” Satomi whimpered sadly both hands desperately trying to keep her balance as the light tube dislodged the right socket.

“Too much! It’ll fall off!”

Angrily, he glares down at the person below him and screams shrilly, but the anger of the person showing his underwear is completely ineffective. (Must be blocking people on purpose.) Satomi was fully engaged in her work.

But after that, after repeating the same thing several times, Satomi was only able to concentrate on maintaining her balance.

The last one in particular pretty much amounted to a full separation of the feet, with the boys below seeing the panties between the widely separated feet.

“Wow, school year one’s showman, Satomi spreading her legs like this.”

“Ohhhh, the more the feet are separated, the bigger they get.”

“Sure is an exhibitionist.”

The boys were amused, and the relative girls scoffed coldly.

“Enough, it won’t change at all, drop it.” At that moment Michiyo suddenly helped.

“Don’t be slow, class is almost over. Satomi, I’ll help you hurry up too.” As he said that, he also stood up on the table and then wrapped his arms around Satomi’s waist. It was a strange position, but it did add stability, and Satomi hurriedly moved both hands.

While installing the socket on the right side, Michiyo’s hand moved in an odd way, looking down only to see the boys grinning.

(Why?) Moved the uneasy sight of the by boys to his lower body.

A large portion of the panties were exposed, and Michiyo’s hand pulled up most of her skirt when she put it on her waist. (Excessive, isn’t that a full view?) Half of her ass was seen.

“Enough Michiyo!” Angrily scolded Michiyo.

“Got it.” She obediently let go, but at the same time pulled down Satomi’s skirt. Michiyo did it on purpose, and all in all Satomi’s lower half, save for a very small area of panties, was the best explanation for the literal total exposure.

“No, don’t!” Satomi screamed out while covering her lower half with both hands back and forth. The light pipe was no longer a concern.

Satomi became a costume with a normal uniform on top and only panties on the bottom. Satomi, who was cute and confident, now regretted that the whole class had seen her. Satomi thought, “Don’t look, but…” It was Kazuhiko and the others who dominated the classroom. (Oh, the look on Satomi’s face was so humiliating.)

“What bold panties, Satomi only covers half of her ass.”

“I’d love to strip her naked and see that mound of flesh!”

“Don’t cover it with your hands, let it all go~~” “Can I touch it.”

“It’s too unattractive to just look outside, take off your underwear!”

The boys shouted in excitement.

Satomi gave up. The moment she lowered the tabletop, Michiyo climbed onto the table again, wordlessly handing her the light tube and whispering in her ear.

“If you lose the light tube again and it breaks you will go to the janitor’s room like this to get a new one. And if you don’t change it in 2 minutes, I’ll take off your panties instantly, I mean it.”

Satomi tries to change the light tube for the third time. But it was full of humiliation also fast ware expression. In any case, the much undefeated school year one’s Hidetsugu, who was only a 17 year old girl, was only a 17 year old girl. Under the gaze of the whole class, the lower half of her body was only a pair of panties.

On the other hand the boys were full of gratitude to Kazuhiko and Michiyo, and it was all thanks to the efforts and machinations of Kazuhiko and the others that Satomi fell the way she did.

Everyone looked at the lower half of Satomi’s body, and for the second time, no one shook the table, and Satomi breathed a sigh of relief as it took a lot of effort to change the light tube.

At that point, “Yikes, it’s 59 points already.” At the same time as someone screamed, everyone walked around nervously. Satomi, who was half-naked, was just like everyone else.

The English class is held until 5:00 p.m. The teacher, Yuko Oda, is known for her punctuality, arriving in the classroom two minutes before the start of the class, and entering as soon as the bell rings. Students who do not return to their seats by this time will be deducted 10 points from their exams. She is a notorious 45 year old Obasan teacher, a middle-aged hysterical woman who is afraid of deducting points from her exams at any time.

(Gotta get back soon.) Satomi was anxious, if Oda saw her like this I wonder if she would lose points on the exam? Satomi had pointed out the mistakes in Oda’s theory that he thought was perfect in his English explanations, and she had been a thorn in Oda’s side ever since.

Everyone around the table was suddenly busy sitting back in their seats, but Satomi had not yet traveled.

“Michiyo, give back the dress!” And desperately urged, anxious and helpless.

But Michiyo’s response was, “Stop it, there’s no time. Go back to your seat!”

Satomi worriedly tried to say something and stayed at the table refusing to leave.

“Five seconds to go.” The student specializing in spying on teachers said.

There was nothing else to do, Satomi could only walk back to her seat dressed in her top uniform and bottom panties. (Not wearing a skirt to class? I don’t think that’s a good idea.) Satomi was in tears, not even a skirt between her legs.

(2001211 translation, input, proofreading completed)

PART-7

Sure enough, Kota opened the door to the classroom at exactly the same time as the clock struck 5:00, as it had been agreed beforehand that Kota would call Satomi to answer the question.

(Can her shocked death and remorse be amusing then? She won’t have much of a reason to refuse then, I’m just waiting for a good show.) Michiyo thought to herself.

All rise in the classroom. Satomi peered around and crouched down as far as she could, luckily there were quite a few boys in front of her in the way so the petty Mr. Oda didn’t notice Satomi’s unusual condition.

Koda began his lecture, but the whole class was only concerned with Satomi’s lower body. Satomi taking off her skirt for class… It’s exciting just to think about it, but it’s a reality, and from tonight onwards, it’s going to be hard for the boys to sleep when they think about Satomi’s obsessive behavior at night.

The students around Satomi were happily watching Satomi’s expression of shame as she endured the shame of having her lower half half of her body half-naked, with her legs uncovered except for the tiny square inches in front and back that were covered by her panties. Although Satomi tried her best to pretend to be calm to hide her empty bottom, the boys around her looked at her with smiles and giggles from time to time, so she had to pretend to listen to the lesson with a scarlet face.

At this moment, Satomi didn’t dare to move, and thought about what she could do. However, she couldn’t think of any way to counteract the situation with this kind of attire. (I can’t go to class dressed like this…) Shaking her head desperately, she thought of different possibilities, but shame prevented most of her normal thinking, so she prayed that Gotanda wouldn’t call out to her.

The cold touch of the chair is an undeniable indication of the fact that the cold air in the classroom is blowing straight down your thighs. The cute, tiny panties could only cover a very limited area. The excitement of the boys around her increased Satomi’s sense of shame as she desperately tried to cover up her thighs: (What are you doing, Kimura-san?). Why are you staring so hard? When I rejected you, you said it was okay to be friends…)

Kimura didn’t know what Satomi was thinking, but just laughed and said “cute panties”, so Satomi had to cover her panties with her hands: (What a cruel person!)

And Oda sensed the unusually quiet atmosphere in the class, and it went on like that for half the class. Casting a glance at the students, he always felt that they were hiding something, and everyone was the same. (What are you doing today that’s so quiet, strange? What are they looking at?) From the looks of the students, they were all focusing on Satomi, who was blushing.

That’s when she was seen rushing to hide her hands under the table.

(Indeed, Satomi must be hiding something. But what’s with that shy expression? By the way, Yumi said she wanted me to call her.) Oda spoke up at that thought.

“Okay, the person whose name is called comes out to the board to answer the question.” In English, of course. The board was divided into three sections, and each person answered one part of the question. It would take 10 minutes to finish the questions, so of course the students who were called could not refuse.

“Points will be deducted for those who can’t answer within 10 minutes.” Kota said to the class. Kota looked at the fearful and nervous faces of the class and contentedly began to call people out.

“Alright Satomi Shiraishi-san, please answer. A question like this is easy for you, right?” The atmosphere in the class instantly turned to ecstasy.

Satomi cursed her fate: “Yesterday it was, today it’s, why did it have to be me? Satomi sighed helplessly, was it a coincidence? Is it a coincidence or is it Kazuhiko’s calculation, now Satomi doesn’t care to think about it.

Michiyo happily watched Satomi’s shameful expression that she couldn’t think of, and began to act: “Class president, it’s been a minute, and there’s still 9 minutes to go before your points are deducted. Ignoring a teacher’s order isn’t a one-point deduction, it’s at least an 80-point deduction, so you’re definitely failing the class.” At the same time, she cast her eyes at Mr. Oda.

Although he didn’t quite understand, he said, “That’s right, if you don’t come out and answer, only 10 points will be deducted, but if you ignore the order and sit on the seat and don’t come out, 100 points will be deducted.” The boys also showed their solidarity with Kota.

Satomi was in a situation where she had no way to escape: (This will be seen…) but she stood up anyway.

At that instant, a surprised expression appeared on Kota’s face. Satomi wasn’t wearing a skirt! The lower half of her body only had a pair of panties that didn’t cover much ground. “Shiraito, Shiraishi-san, why are you dressed like this?” Couldn’t help but question her about this messy dress.

“Sensei, actually, Satomi forgot to wear her skirt today.” It was Michiyo who answered on her behalf. Kazuhiko and the others calculated that this was the right time to pull in Kota.

“Yes, yes, that’s right, the squad leader was careless.”

“Would a normal person forget to bring it?”

“Better yet, forget the panties.”

In conjunction with the boys’ jokes, laughter surrounded the classroom.

Satomi’s face was bloody to the point of burning like fire, her right hand was used to cover the front and her left hand to cover the back, this desperate attempt to cover up was rather more erotic.

Oda was confused for a moment, when a female cough rang out, it was Yumi. Yumi smiled at Kota and nodded her head. (So that’s why she didn’t dare to get up. Then this time… well…) Gotanda thought for a while and looked at Yumi with a wink.

“Okay, come out and answer the questions. Hurry up!”

Oda thought about Satomi and made a decision: (It’s so ugly.) Ms. Shiraishi. But this is your chance. I’ll show you what happens when you don’t have respect.”) Oda’s inferiority complex towards Satomi made her determined to take revenge on the beautiful girl who was showing her shameful face.

At this point, she had to let go of the hand covering her body and picked up the chalkboard in her right hand to write while holding the answer sheet in her left hand. Satomi’s current situation was truly a step in the right direction.

In the afternoon, an unusual light situation appeared in the classroom of the 2nd year 1 group. Unlike the usual class situation, a beautiful girl was writing Japanese explanations on the blackboard, but the panties were too small to cover those round buttocks, and half of her ass muscles were exposed. The exposed part was so cute that even the homosexual Oda was mesmerized by the atmosphere, and at the same time, his jealousy was boiling.

Cheers, sad whimpers, and jeers flew around the classroom as Satomi was halfway through her writing. Satomi endured the shameful atmosphere and continued to write. However, she felt a marvelous feeling in her lower body even as she was ashamed, and it was hard for her to finish a sentence while enduring these two feelings.

At that moment, there was an even more outrageous taunt from behind her, “Oh, Ms. Satomi, are your panties wet?”

Satomi faltered: (Why is it so much! But why does it feel so good?) Thinking that, she continued to write quickly with the chalk. While Satomi was panicking, Kazuhiko coughed.

Isn’t that an order to squat? (That’s too much. I didn’t say I’d do that today…) But Satomi couldn’t resist.

Will you drop the chalk on purpose like last time and pick it up by bending your knees? At this moment, the whole class is looking at the ass with only a pair of panties, and there is nothing they can do but make a humiliating gesture.

But at that moment, something beyond Satomi’s calculations occurred. The moment Satomi’s body flexed, her tiny panties fell into the crack of her ass. Indeed, at that moment, Satomi’s panties became like a T-back, because from the back, it really looked like a T-back style.

Of course everyone is only happier.

“Good, Satomi-kun’s ass is showing!”

“The lower half of your body is so naked! Awesome~~”

“What a great service from the squad leader!”

“School Year 1’s beautiful young showgirl turned out to be an exhibitionist.”

“I see, Satomi dreamed of joining the law faculty at U of T just for use in AVs! It does sell, a law faculty AV starlet.”

“So, now it’s practice.”

Teardrops came out of Satomi’s eyes and her right hand reached behind her back to straighten her panties, but Mr. Oda scolded, “Wait a minute Shiraishi. You can’t just sit back in your seat if you forgot something in my class. Don’t cover up with your hands. Who told you to forget your skirt? By the way, in order for you to remember this lesson, get up on the chair and stand.”

Satomi, Kaoru, and everyone but  Kosuke clapped as well, and Kazuhiko laughed bitterly at Kota’s self-centeredness.

(Is it always like this?) Satomi ended up with her lower body completely exposed and stood up to the chair in front of everyone’s eyes.

(How is this different from yesterday? Today has also become like this.) The difference between that is probably that Satomi is worse off than she was yesterday.

PART-8

Satomi’s nightmare of experiencing this extreme taste of shame didn’t stop until the end of the 5:00 class. As soon as Satomi got out of class, she straightened her panties and walked towards Michiyo’s seat with both hands covering her front and back, the look on her face and her outfit almost made people laugh.

“Michiyo-san, give me back my dress, please!”

Michiyo enjoyed watching her humiliating pleas: “Oh, why are you calling me “Miss” today? Why does the class president care about me?”

The contrast between Michiyo’s and Satomi’s status is a real difference.

Now that there wasn’t much time left before the next class, Satomi became even more anxious: “Hurry up, hurry up!”

“Oh, you’re ordering people around this time? What exactly do you want? Well, I’ll give it back to you if you fulfill one of my demands.”

Michiyo sounded as usual. The boys around them kept looking at Satomi’s lower half while leaning their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two of them.

“What are the conditions? Say it quickly!” Satomi had been anxious to the limit and instead spoke up herself.

“Seriously? That striptease.”

“Don’t forget to spread your legs.” The boy interjected.

“How…” Satomi blushed again.

Michiyo smiled bitterly at the dumbfounded woman and said, “It’s too much to say anything like that. But it’s not too much… Satomi has to at least take off her blouse before she’ll give you back your skirt.”

“Too… too much! It’s shameful to take it off here!” Satomi was staggered by this. She was asked to wear only her underwear inside the classroom, but the whole class of boys was watching.

Michiyo spoke again, “That’s fine. If you’re ashamed of that, go ahead and wear only your underwear to class, and I don’t want people to say I’m forcing you, so you can go home like this after school at 6:00.”

Satomi’s fate had been in Michiyo’s hands since yesterday. It was too late to fight back, and now there was no way out.

“Got it.” With those words, Satomi’s hand reached for her uniform.

“Wait a minute, you didn’t know you wanted the stage? You’ll use the teaching altar this time.” With that, he pointed to the teaching altar.

Suddenly the decision was made to do a striptease, and of course everyone was happy.

“Well done, stripper Satomi.”

“So erotic!”

It’s what the girls say.

Satomi could fully understand the definition of shame. With the crowd looking on, Satomi stood up on the altar and took off her blouse as instructed. Satomi used her right hand to cover her breasts and her left hand to cover her ass, before putting her hands behind her head as Michiyo instructed. (Please, don’t look!) She was desperately telling people not to look inside, but everyone’s eyes didn’t spare Satomi.

Boys and girls alike wondered if what they were seeing was a dream… This self-respecting Satomi was able to openly display her underwear in front of the whole class… The lower half of her body, which was only wearing panties, had been seen yesterday, but this was the first time that she saw the upper half of her body, which was only covered with her bra. Her breasts were bigger than expected, and the pink underwear was lovely. She was extremely annoyed by her uncovered breasts and her ass.

“Michiyo-san this will do! Hurry up and give me back my skirt! There’s no time.” Satomi shouted urgently. With only 3 minutes left, Satomi just wanted to get her uniform back and return to her seat.

“Wait for the last point before you return it, there’s still two minutes quite enough.” That was Michiyo’s answer.

Satomi’s half-nakedness continued, and the boys’ emotions rose even higher.

“It’s been a minute, strike some other pose.”

“Get on the ground!”

“That seems excessive.”

“Take off your bra. Squeeze your breasts together.”

“But there’s not much time left, so at least spread your thighs.”

“Right! That’s it.”

The next instant, the boys started yelling “Break it up! It would be too embarrassing for Satomi to actually listen to them and squat down on the altar in her underwear and spread her legs.

(No, it’s too much. I’m already so ashamed that I want to die… how can I do something like that again?

(Suke, say something!) Shyly, he looked in Suke’s direction, only to see Suke lowering his head and making no special movements at all. Not only that, he was also secretly looking in Satomi’s direction. (Asshole, what’s the difference between you and other boys!) Satomi was really surprised.

But Satomi could still end up in an even more miserable situation. If Michiyo ordered her to spread her legs, it would be impossible for her to refuse, even though asking her to do so would be like killing her… The whole class, including Satomi, was watching Michiyo and waiting for her to say something.

“Enough, it’s almost time, this is the end of the day. There is no need to say more.”

The boys were disappointed, but Satomi was saved. But time was running out, so he scrambled down the altar and ran to Michiyo’s seat: “Hurry!” The situation was tragic.

“Tethered, hard work.” Michiyo smiled bitterly and handed back her uniform. Satomi snatched it up and hurriedly put it on.

Satomi had just gotten dressed for the next hour’s lesson. However, she was forced to change her skirt into a knee-length 25, but it was much better than the 5:00 class. Luckily, she didn’t get called on this time, so she made it through smoothly.

But the eyes around her had completely changed, and she was no longer the person she usually knew. Two days ago, not many eyes had looked at Satomi, and when they had, it had meant longing and respect, and perhaps a little fear. But now it was completely different, it was a mixture of curiosity and contempt, lewdness and lust. The status of “class president” was now just an object of ridicule. Being seen in such a demented state certainly didn’t make her look good, and Satomi felt even more humiliated by the change in everyone’s attitude.

The 6 o’clock bell rang. Satomi felt as if a day as long as hell had passed. As soon as the bell rang Satomi rushed out the door just as she had done yesterday, ignoring the voices of Kaoru and Michiyo calling her name, all she wanted to do was to change back into her knee-length 15 dress and go home as soon as possible.

On this night, the same as last night, the PHS in Satomi’s room rang. From the number, she could tell it was Michiyo, but she didn’t dare to ignore it on purpose, so she had no choice but to reach out and take the PHS.

What Michiyo would say, Satomi could about guess.

“The service today was really well done, Satomi. The boys had a great time. We certainly took pictures of your appearance today and will show them to you tomorrow. Especially the panties, which look like they are becoming so much like T-backs, are the best one. And I’ve asked the boys to wear yellow underwear tomorrow, so just do it. Also, the skirt should be shorter by 5 .” After saying that he cut off the phone as he did yesterday.

(Why do I have to wear panties according to the boys’ preference…?) Will there be silence like this? But I’m afraid it would be counterproductive to argue.) Leaving the PHS behind, Satomi thought carefully. Finally, with great determination, she picked up the PHS again.

PART-9

At this moment, Kaoru Mitsui was studying at her desk at home. But as she flipped through her world history reference book, Kaoru fell into deep thought even as she saw the PHS sitting in front of her.

I think back to Satomi’s day today. In the morning, she wore a super short mini-skirt up the stairs, and then she was forced to change into a super super short mini-skirt to show off her thighs. During the lunch break, she changed into a light tube to put on a bottomless show, and at 5 o’clock, she answered a question in front of the blackboard with her panties exposed at the behest of the wet and cuntish Oda, but she got extremely unlucky when her panties turned into T-backs, and her whole ass was watched by the whole class for more than 10 minutes. There was also the final end of the dress where she was penalized for standing on a chair and had to cover her panties with her hands.

Thinking back on this much, Kaoru had a bit of contempt for her revealing performance in front of the class, because all of Satomi’s shameful behavior was for her sake originally.

She was somewhat confident in her ability to verbally comfort Satomi, who was worried by the unbearable shock. But yesterday, the phone call was cut off, causing Kaoru to retract the hand she had just reached for PHS.

Better make the call, how could I stop saying anything when I’ve only been cut off once? With that in mind, she reached for the PHS again, but then the phone rang, it was Satomi’s number, and Kaoru pressed the call button.

“Hey, hey, Kaoru? It’s me, Satomi.” Satomi’s voice was unexpectedly spirited, and even though that was presented as strong in front of her friend it put Kaoru at ease.

“Umm… this, I’m really sorry about today. Kaoru sincerely apologizes for not stopping everyone.” She couldn’t even say “don’t”, feeling powerless.

“That doesn’t matter because even uke didn’t do anything. Even if it was stopped once and a half then, people wouldn’t stop, and as a result, I’d still be seen in nothing but my underwear.”

Satomi not only says she doesn’t mind about her indifference, but in turn comforts herself, making Kaoru very touched.

“This, although I don’t understand what’s happening, just use what you can i.e. say it.”

Kaoru did her best to say it, but Kaoru had to know the reason for everything or something else.

Satomi pondered for a while after Kaoru finished speaking before speaking, “So, would it have been better if I’d talked to you from the beginning? Actually, I was threatened by Michiyo and Kazuhiko.”

Satomi gave a concise explanation of what happened yesterday, as well as tomorrow’s “orders”.

“Scary?” Kaoru almost screamed out wildly, sure enough, while getting a bad feeling in her head.

“So tomorrow I will only return to school in regular clothes. Ignore and ignore those orders.” Satomi seemed happy and determined.

Kaoru felt even more uneasy. (Does Satomi mean she’s going to completely resist the war?) Kaoru thought, in that case, she had to find out what Satomi was planning to do: (She had to confirm what she was doing no matter what.) “If we ignore it, what about the sneak peek photos, the photos behind the gym, and the photos inside the classroom?”

Satomi laughed out loud, “Everyone has already seen my underwear, so what’s there to be afraid of even if the whole class sees my underwear picture? It’s all because I was too cowardly to let the photos go public, and it made me even more embarrassed.”

That’s not a discussion with Kaoru but a questioning.

“Also, I’ve gone out of my way! Suppose if they publicize the photos, I’ll tell everything to the teacher.”

“No, Satomi can’t you just stay silent? Suppose if you say anything to the school, it would be absolutely unbearable if the photos from that time were to be publicized.”

“Also, Yumi’s father is a congressman.”

“I know. Starting with Mr. Tasaki, every single person was afraid of this, and as a result, they all conspired with them. Mr. Fukuda, who teaches ancient languages, has reached retirement age. He won’t turn a blind eye at the Board of Education. If I tell him what’s going on, he’ll publicize everything, so I’m betting everything on it. I will gather evidence. And there are a lot of witnesses, especially  Kesuke. uke will definitely be on our side.”

Kaoru had mixed feelings when she heard this. The fact that Satomi was still able to pull herself together after what happened to her made me respect her. To be able to calmly think of a way to fight back after such an incident.

But her mission was even more important. Satomi trusted herself to talk to me, and because of that she was ordered to do this… but Kaoru had no other choice.

“That, Satomi I have carefully considered.” The tone was as calm as possible.

“It’s because you’re not confident that you called me, right?”

Satomi blankly didn’t answer, but Kaoru’s chest was sad.

“Although you want to rely on Mr. Fukuda, that’s not entirely out of the question. Mr. Fukuda will be retiring soon, so he’ll have to live on his pension. If he angers those people and gets disciplined and removed from his post on fabricated grounds, would that be okay? I think we should think of another way.”

“That’s true. But is there any other way?… The possibilities are too few.” Satomi became despondent again.

“And there’s more. Is it really okay to show the pictures that were taken this time? It doesn’t count if everyone in the class has seen it. Let’s not talk about them, but yeah, if the photos of your panties and butt were seen in public at school, and seen by other teachers and students. And how much your future will be affected if the photos stay in their hands.”

Kaoru said a whole lot more afterward that made it impossible not to be concerned. Satomi felt that she had imagined things too easily, and that if she acted rashly now, the consequences would be too unpredictable and worrying. But Satomi thought to herself, “I’ve had enough of shame for one day.

“It’s true that we should think of another way. But what about tomorrow… Hey! Kaoru, what exactly should I do?” Satomi said in a rare moment of frustration. She had recognized that Kaoru was right, and now she was looking to Kaoru to share her concerns.

“Satsuki-kun, that’s really painful, we’ll discuss it slowly only tomorrow. In fact, my father’s friend from his student days became a member of the Diet, even though he’s a second generation congressman he still has a lot of influence, if we can get this person’s assistance this time, we can become the last royal card, and using this as a backing to negotiate, we can hopefully get all the photos back. Tomorrow when father returns I’ll ask him not to irritate Michiyo and the girls for now.”

Satomi, on the other hand, didn’t react.

Satomi waited for a while before speaking, “Kaoru is really thoughtful. I hate relying on politicians to make deals, but this time I have no choice but to use these dirty tricks. It’s going to be miserable tomorrow, but I’ll endure it. I’ve already had my panties seen by them this time, so I wonder what will happen tomorrow?” Satomi’s voice had lost its luster.

Kaoru closed the phone. Satomi let her grief be felt as she cut off the phone. And Kaoru was just as distressed. Satomi had trusted herself to make a suggestion, but she had rejected it, and she had convinced the other person to do what she had been ordered to do. However, thinking about the possibilities…

Kaoru picked up the PHS again.

…5 minutes later, Kazuhiko’s private, dedicated PHS phone in her own room rang.

“Yah, I bothered you earlier.”

“Hey, hey, Kazuhiko? What a happy day. Did you see that? The look on Satomi’s face as she stood on the chair with her panties exposed during class! It’s so refreshing.” The one who spoke was Michiyo, of course.

“What ah! Telling her to spread her thighs in her panties when you obviously stopped it? How disappointing for everyone.”

“People can’t just do what they want to do, even you Kazuhiko. It’s too much to do at this stage, you can’t force Satomi to die all at once, you have to play with her slowly.”

“Well, there is that too.” Kazuhiko seemed to understand completely, and didn’t make a point of retorting.

“First of all, today’s results have been great. Satomi is usually so divine, and she still looks so pure and inexperienced, she’s so proud of herself. She can’t be allowed to act like a naughty little child again, I’m going to take care of her.”

“What an amazing analysis! You can’t underestimate a woman’s psychology. But there’s no time for slow play. A spy just called, and Satomi’s going to fight back…”

Kazuhiko explains the contents of the phone call Kaoru just made.

(2001227 input and proofreading completed)

PART-10

On Saturday morning, Satomi came back to school earlier than usual at 7:45 a.m., to try to avoid the students in other classes seeing her shameful appearance in her ultra-short mini-skirt, because today she listened to Michiyo’s words and wore an even shorter skirt that was 20 above the knee. At this time, only the students who were practicing in the morning would be there, but as luck would have it, there were still a lot of people casting their oppressive eyes on her.

There was another reason, because if she went back to school at the same time as she usually did, there was a chance that Michiyo would find some unknown heavy object and make a fool of herself on the stairs again. Satomi really didn’t want to try something as shameful as what happened yesterday.

Satomi passes by her classroom but instead of going in, she hides in the restroom.

“It’s a bit miserable, but it’s safe here.” No one would know where they were if they hid here.

I waited in the restroom for 1 hour and 10 minutes, and in order to kill the boredom I looked at my textbook to study. I waited until after 8:40 p.m. to get out of the restroom compartment and go out to the makeup room, where there were already a lot of girls.

“Yikes! Satomi is dressed like yesterday again.”

Satomi was startled. It was a girl from the 2nd year 1 group, and words of derision immediately rushed into her ears.

“It’s really unimaginable when you’re in Kota’s class, your butt is completely exposed from behind! And you just stood up on the chair without a care in the world, are you insane or not?”

“And then after that, when she stripped herself naked during her self-rest, wearing only her underwear around for people to see, I was really shocked by her, only but 3 days ago she was still a pure look.”

“But the image of the honor student class president is all but ruined.”

Satomi’s face turned bright red at the comment: (Don’t say that again…) but there was nothing she could do to fight back, and nothing she could do was going to work since she was wearing an ultra-short mini-skirt that was about 20 above the knee and showed off a large portion of her feet. I don’t know what Michiyo will do today, but if it’s more than yesterday, will I be able to stand it?

At 8:59, Satomi waited until the last minute to enter the classroom. All of them looked at Satomi, the boys with smiles on their faces as they looked at Satomi’s lower body and breasts, and the girls with obvious scorn on their faces. Satomi stopped dead in her tracks for a moment, but she couldn’t give up here, and rushed back to her seat as quickly as she could without looking at everyone.

The hour-long hanbun lesson passed smoothly, but of course there were disgusting glances all around at her exposed thighs, and Satomi thought to herself, “I just have to endure it for one more day,” she said.

Satomi was just breathing a sigh of relief inside, “Then Satomi please.” It was Michiyo’s high-pitched voice.

“Yikes, what’s going on here?” Satomi looked back as best she could to hide the vain cowardice she felt inside, and the whole class looked at Satomi with lust-filled eyes.

“Because it was decided at the emergency shift meeting in the morning. It’s only natural that you didn’t know about it in your absence, and we’ve already decided on a way to make sure that you didn’t wear yellow panties as ordered. So please start!”

Satomi hopelessly obliged, while Michiyo said as if nothing had happened, “Then it’s time to confirm it now.”

(This time, she probably had to get up on a chair and pull up her skirt.) Satomi became nervous at the thought: (Because everyone wanted to see her in her underwear… so she just had to endure it for one more day… since she had been seen yesterday…) Satomi was already prepared for that.

9:53 PM. Satomi’s face could be redder than she thought. On the other hand everyone was extremely concerned about how the Michiyo’s were going to come out and how looking at Satomi’s shame and distress looked immensely satisfying.

Satomi was walking around the classroom in an upside down position as instructed, with only a pair of yellowish panties remaining on her lower half of her body. But after standing upside down, the panties were at the height of most people’s eyes, and that was indeed the best way to check the color of the panties.

Takahashi, on the other hand, was in charge of catching her feet to make it easier for her to move around the classroom. Moreover, Takahashi deliberately slowed down when passing by  Suke and Kaoru, the people Satomi least wanted to be seen in her shameful position, so that they could get a good look at her panties. Also, he purposely pretended to lose his balance so that he could spread his feet even wider.

9:57 pm. Satomi had managed to walk through in front of all of them once, so that everyone had confirmed the color of her panties. Satomi’s face turned redder as a result of the inversion combined with the shame.

“Okay, all confirmations are done. Takahashi-kun, you can let go of your feet!” Satomi said to Takahashi, who had been grinning as he caught his feet. Indeed, 3 days ago Takahashi was one of Satomi’s suitors, but now he was part of the deliberate teasing, making her feel even more humiliated.

But Takahashi didn’t listen to her, still holding Satomi’s feet, he said, “Indeed, then the next step is to confirm the color of the bra!” She asked for advice from her classmates.

84 Half of her breasts were exposed as her blouse flipped down, and the boys around her looked as if they were dreaming. Although she had seen her in her underwear yesterday, it was much more erotic to see her upside down in the midst of the boys, who were itching to get Satomi 3 days ago, but now Satomi was being forced to unresistingly reveal her obsession to all the boys without any reservation. Wouldn’t it be a shame if Satomi couldn’t watch her shy expression now?

Noticing the strange atmosphere, Takahashi said, “Okay, then let’s see the boobs!” After saying that, he pushed Satomi’s feet down towards her back.

As a result of this, the uniformed Satomi turned into an arch pose, her blouse and skirt all lifted up, her bra and panties showing, a very colorful pose with only underwear on!

Satomi was forced to maintain this arched bridge stance, and since she had to be in this position for everyone to see, her hands lost their function of covering them completely.

The girls, except Kaoru, were amused by Satomi’s humiliating panting position.

“Miss Satomi, so confident. How dare you pose like that? The breasts are being seen.”

“Why don’t we submit the photo to a magazine, she’ll be so happy to have a boy see her like this!”

“How about spreading your feet a little more? She must be more excited!”

All kinds of arbitrary ridicule made the lovely Satomi feel humiliated like never before.

And the last ones to react were the boys, yelling to spread their legs, asking Satomi to change her position to spread her knees apart and spread her feet wide.

“Satomi, the honor student who thinks she’s invincible, spreads her thighs!”

“The class president has no problem dressing up in a way that destroys his own morale?” The boys were happier.

“Excessive! Stop looking!” Satomi screamed desperately.

Even though she was wearing panties, to spread her thighs before the boys in the class was really beyond the boundaries of what a 17 year old girl high school student could endure. Forgetting Michiyo’s order she began to struggle, ignoring Michiyo’s stopping voice she stood up and busily organized the clothes on her body. The boys forgot to stop for a moment because of Satomi’s quick movements.

Although Michiyo wanted to make another sound, the start bell for the 2nd hour of class rang. Satomi looked in Michiyo’s direction and returned to her seat, but Satomi’s body was still trembling with shame.

Michiyo looked at Satomi from the back, (Oops, oops, the proud honor student Satomi is miserable? But how dare you resist. I want you to know that you’re the slave of the 2nd year 1 group.) She thought to herself.

Satomi couldn’t care less about Michiyo’s malicious stares, but she tried her best to hold back her shame: “Oh, I’ve made a fool of myself in the classroom in front of everyone…

(If I could just endure today, I could fight back, otherwise the worst thing that could happen would be for people in the school to see my photos… perhaps even my parents and friends from middle school…) Although I had already made up my mind about being seen in a shameful manner, I was shaken by the thought.

(No matter what, this shameful look must end. The 3rd or 4th hour of class is a swimming lesson, and I have to change clothes during breaks, so I don’t have time for nonsense. (Satomi, pull yourself together!)

Following an hour of geography class without being called to answer questions, nothing ended. Watching the disappointment of the boys waiting for Self to perform in front of the blackboard, Satomi breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she avoided making a fool of herself again. (Go home soon and talk to Kaoru-san about ways to deal with it.)

When she took the bag with the school swimsuit and stood up, Satomi felt a little strange that the bag was too light. When she opened the bag, the bathing suit was gone. (How could that be? It was still there when I looked at it this morning.) Looking at it again, it was definitely gone. Satomi wondered if she had made a mistake.

Physical education teacher Takayoshi Kobayashi has always been strict about tardiness, and if you’re late, you’ll have to run three laps around the playground. Since gym has nothing to do with going on to higher education, she has always been belittled by her, and Ms. Kobayashi has always had a problem with herself. （Satomi rushes to the staff room to talk to the teacher as soon as possible.)

10:52 pm. Kobayashi’s round eyes, saw Satomi Zuezue walked into the staff room, wearing a short miniskirt toward himself. The snow-white thighs were really exciting, and it was too exciting for Kobayashi, who was a 38 year old single teacher.

“What, what’s going on? Shiraishi.” Though his words were hushed, his eyes couldn’t help but look down.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I forgot my swimsuit today, so I’d like to take a break from class for this day.” Satomi’s voice was strained, terrified for the angry cry that would erupt at any moment.

Kobayashi thought about what was going on. He didn’t know how much he looked forward to seeing Satomi in her bathing suit every time the 2nd year 1 group had swimming lessons, but there was something to be done about it, but this was a chance to get close to Satomi… Kobayashi thought about this despicable thought and left it at that this time.

“Well, there’s no other way…”

But at that moment, a woman’s voice rang out from behind Satomi: “I’ll lend it to you. I brought a backup, but it’s not from the school… can I borrow it, Ms.?” It was Yumi. Not her usual expression, a smiling sub.

“Okay, Machida. Then please lend it to Satomi. That’s great Satomi. If I didn’t have Machida, I’d still be wondering if I could ask you to take a class naked.” Kobayashi spoke after Yumi. The thought of seeing Satomi in a bathing suit made him inwardly happy, so he had to try to hide his expression.

Satomi wondered why Yumi was here. Doesn’t Yumi have to rush to change into her bathing suit?) But Satomi couldn’t think of a reason to object. Yumi was roughly the same size as Satomi, so it was only natural to borrow her swimsuit.

(to be continued)