Satomi (3)

PART-21

Ten minutes after class began, a hand reached out from the back and dropped a letter in front of Satomi’s eyes.

Satomi opens the envelope with trepidation, and inside it reads, “At the morning class meeting, it was decided: Take off your panties and give them to me in 10 minutes or less.” Attached to the envelope was a picture of Satomi tied to the dining room table, naked, with a sausage in her bottom. Satomi’s face turned white in an instant. (No, don’t! I can’t live with myself if someone sees me like this!) She was crying out in sorrow.

Satomi peered around and finally realized the reason why everyone had been smiling and laughing. These sights were filled with erotic anticipation, and it seemed that this really was a joint decision of the whole group at the class meeting. This picture is too much, it’s definitely not something that should be shown. If I resisted, I would be in deep trouble. I had expected to be threatened with a nude photo taken in the pool, but it turned out to be far more humiliating than that… (Gee, what should I do?) Satomi thought about it and did what she was told, but the only consolation she could find was that they had already seen her naked.

But it’s hard to do, taking off your underwear in the middle of a class in front of everyone is a far more humiliating act than one can imagine. And the one who has to perform this humiliating act is Satomi, who has been the representative of innocence since last week.

In response to Satomi, who was hesitant and immobile, there was the sound of Michiyo’s coughing staff, who had her back turned. Moreover, the coughing sounds echoed from everywhere in front and behind her, evidence that the whole class was complicit in the crime. It was really difficult to take off her underwear in this atmosphere. And looking towards Kaoru who had been her lifeline since last week with  Sukesuke who was also being controlled by someone with a weak point, she hung her head powerlessly to avoid her sight.

Satomi ran out of methods, her hand reached down to get ready, using the gap between Tasaki’s writing on the blackboard, she quickly went into the skirt and grabbed the rubber bands on the sides of the panties. The short skirt was rolled up dramatically, and the panties were seen from the side in a state of complete exposure, with white thighs and light blue panties on display for the surrounding students to see.

“Gee, gee, what’s Satomi doing?”

“Taking off your own panties for people to see, no?”

“Ah, you’ve become an exhibitionist after being seen naked? Satomi, I can’t help it. But I can’t hold back in class either, ugh! Serious illness.”

The faint whispers of the girls and the snickers around them shamed Satomi’s face to the point of complete redness.

But Tasaki was about to finish writing on the blackboard, and she could be in the middle of stripping down. After a split second, she took off her panties in one breath downwards, passing through her buttocks until she stopped at the knee area. Her hands were busy covering the skirt between her buttocks, but her buttocks were in direct contact with the cold chair, and the cold air once again incited Satomi’s shame.

With her thighs exposed to the air in a state of defenselessness, Satomi now had a pair of panties openly displayed at her knees in addition to the miniskirt that only covered her thighs. In the middle of the classroom in the middle of the lesson, an unrealistic scene appeared under the table, and the boys around her gulped hard. Satomi, who felt the line of sight focusing on the panties, held down the skirt with her left hand while her right hand reached for the panties.

“Okay, that’s the end of it. Does everyone understand?”

At that moment, the sound of Tasaki finishing writing on the blackboard rang out, and Satomi, who was so unable to catch her panties, stopped moving in confusion.

“What’s wrong Shiraishi? Does it look like you’re not feeling well?” Tasaki asked Satomi in a surprised voice, as Satomi’s posture looked like she was crouching on the table from her position at the teacher’s desk.

“No, no, I’m fine, just straightening the socks on my feet.” Scrambling to release her grip on her panties, Satomi lifted her head high, and with a suspiciously fake smile, but underneath that smile was a pair of panties situated at her knees. The surrounding students laughed at Satomi’s plight.

Tasaki continues to teach for the next 5 minutes, holding the textbook in one hand as he explains the new lesson. The students in the direction of Tasaki’s line of sight let out worried sighs, looking at what Satomi would do with her panties that were half-hanging in her lap. All the eyes around her were on it. Her face was burning with shame from the vacuum of her lower body, and in this costume, Satomi’s face was flushed, but she pretended to be calm as she read the textbook. But how could she hide her blushing face from everyone around her?

In the midst of a difficult situation, another picture landed in front of Satomi. This time it was a close-up picture of Satomi’s thighs, which were wide open, and you could see the walls of her flesh trembling. At that moment, another note was dropped: “2 minutes to go. We’ve added the photos according to the number of people… Do you want to show them to everyone?”

Approaching the 10-minute time limit set by Michiyo is a new step in the pressure. (What should I do? Just like this… Sir, hurry up and write on the blackboard…) Satomi waited worriedly.

“Then it’s then the turn of the practice questions.” Tasaki stood up and wrote on the black leather once again.

As soon as the practice questions were written, the questioning would begin, and Satomi reached out in a panic to remove her panties in one breath, but in her haste, they got tangled up in her shoes. She tried to use both hands but couldn’t because one hand was holding down the mini skirt that covered her vacuumed bottom half and couldn’t open it. The more I tried, the more my panties got tangled up in my shoes.

After writing the words on the blackboard, Tasaki turned around and spoke: “Okay, this question… Shiraishi please answer.”

According to the order it was indeed Satomi’s turn this time, and mentally he couldn’t help but be happy enough to smile when he remembered how Satomi looked in her miniskirt.

“Yes, yes!” Satomi looked back at Tasaki as she quickly stood up and answered, but the panties wrapped around her feet prevented her from walking out to write on the board. “One moment please!” She said with a big smile while her feet kicked desperately trying to get her panties off.

“What’s the matter Satomi, pee?”

Michiyo interjects in the middle of it, and the class bursts out laughing. Everyone except Tasaki understood Satomi’s situation, and while they laughed, they looked at Satomi with dirty eyes. (How is it? How does it feel to have a vacuum in the middle of class? There are even more interesting, no, extremely interesting ones!) Looking back at Satomi, she laughed until her veins appeared, and Michiyo continued her shameful teasing plan.

After ten seconds or so, Satomi finally managed to kick the panties off her feet, but the situation no longer allowed her to pick up the panties that had fallen to the floor, and Satomi used her foot to flick them to the side and head out towards the blackboard. The vacuumed lower half of her body was only covered by a short skirt, although it was short, so she had to forget about it. After that, Satomi who saw the blackboard problem stayed.

The questions were written at the very top of the blackboard, and not only that, the rest of the board was filled with words, so the only way to answer them was to write them next to the questions. Tasaki, who had experience from last time, had deliberately written the question at the top of the board this time.

Although he didn’t understand the reason, it seemed that Satomi was coerced by Kazuhiko to wear this shameful outfit, and Tasaki couldn’t stand the thought of Satomi’s breathless, shameful gesture. (Okay, Satomi-san who is an honor student, let me see the panties once again. What color are they today? Last time it was white, this time it’s pink? Or black?) Tasaki, who longs for Satomi, is just an ordinary horny guy.

“Wait teacher, there’s something on the floor!” At that moment Michiyo shouted out, holding Satomi’s freshly removed panties in her raised right hand.

“Ah! That’s the underwear I just took off…” When she heard this, Satomi’s feet shook with shame. (Showing off like that in front of everyone… it’s too much…)

And within the classroom.

“Oh, who takes their underwear off inside the classroom?”

“All the girls lift up their skirts.”

“No, no need. Just check for people with exhibitionism.”

“Yes, that Satomi lifted her skirt for us to see.”

The whole class had fun teasing Satomi about her shameful appearance.

“No!”

Looking at Satomi, who was desperately trying to deny it, Tasaki thought skeptically, “Is it really Satomi? What’s going on, now… in a vacuum?) Looking at the edge of Satomi’s skirt, he found it even more annoying.

“Got it, so nail it to the reveal board by the chalkboard, class president.”

Michiyo tossed her panties at Satomi when she finished speaking, and Satomi took them in a panic, walking towards the lost and found section by the blackboard.

Having to reveal her freshly removed panties before everyone, Satomi felt humiliated to the core, and her lower body even shivered as a result.

A trembling hand took the pegs and nailed the panties to the revealing board, (How did I become like this…) but I didn’t dare to say such sad words.

“Well, if you know who these panties belong to you can tell the class president.”

Anyone who knew who the owner of the panties was asked Satomi pretending not to know. All the eyes were on Satomi’s lower body and her panties, and she was trying to keep her composure. (Ouch, how humiliating…) With that in mind, she avoided looking at them.

“Oh, Shiraishi. Answered the question.”

Tasaki, who was completely immersed in his abuser’s pleasure, ordered him mercilessly. In this strange atmosphere, he thought that the panties must be Satomi’s, and that if he answered the question… Satomi’s naked ass would be open to the public in the classroom… and he had a faintly expectant look in his eyes.

“Y… yes.” Satomi replied in a gnatty little voice.

(Mr. Tasaki, how can you…) At a time when she was surely alone, she stepped up to the top of the teaching platform. But Satomi couldn’t move her hand to pick up the chalk. The only way to answer the questions was to stand up tall and stretch her back and hands, and with that short mini-skirt, she was sure to show her half-vacuumed ass. Unlike being completely naked in the pool, exposing the bottom half of her naked body in the middle of a classroom was a completely different kind of shame.

At that moment, a boy started coughing on the cane, and immediately the whole class joined in. The coughing stick was a disguised command from all the students of Year 2, Group 1, to suppress Satomi’s shameful dress, and Satomi hated the sound of ‘coughing’… PART-22

The chorus of fake coughs surrounded Satomi, and she had no choice but to bring her hand with the chalk upward. However, there was no way she could not answer the question. Satomi realized this and straightened her back. (Don’t show your buttocks…) she prayed desperately in her heart.

However, with her back straightened a little, the skirt had lifted upwards, which could be known by direct contact with the cloth on her buttocks. From the cold air felt on the exposed skin, it was certain that the skirt was too short, and if it went up any further, it would definitely be visible. Behind the back the eyes of the whole class were watching, and the cacophony of voices stopped. Satomi was in agony as she felt the sight of her backside stinging her.

Ten seconds later, the hand is almost in position to answer the question, and the skirt has gone to the bottom where the ass is almost exposed, while the vacuum under the skirt is a mouthful. (God! I beg you, there’s still a little bit left to write…) I straightened my back with this prayer.

But, at this last instant, the skirt retreated upwards relentlessly and Satomi’s smooth ass was exposed, her buttocks showing nearly half of it. Knowing from the feel of her buttocks that the skirt would not cover her, Satomi closed her eyes in humiliation. (Inside the classroom, in front of everyone… I can’t do it…) Don’t look…) Satomi’s desperate pleas were in vain, and the silence in the classroom was broken.

“Oooooh, Satomi’s ass is showing!”

“The white pop down pop up is lovely.”

“Wakey-wakey is killing me.”

“Sure enough, it’s a vacuum, and the panties just now were… hee!”

The boys were overjoyed at Satomi’s vacuum, and although they had seen Satomi completely naked at the pool, there was a different kind of glamor in a classroom in the middle of a lesson, with her uniform revealing her living, breathing ass.

On the other hand, the girls.

“Just denied it myself, probably true. Because yeah, she must have vacuumed all the way from home to school.”

“Wait, so it’s been letting people watch?”

“That’s why it’s cool to say she’s an exhibitionist, showing her ass in the middle of class to answer questions.”

“Satomi, you’re happy to have your proud ass seen! Why don’t you take off your skirt and let us see it all?”

“No, look how happy Mr. Tasaki is!”

The yellow voices came out in droves.

The jeers coming from behind her back made Satomi’s body quake with humiliation, but she couldn’t just go back like that, running away like that would only result in more humiliation, that was the lesson learned so far. Ignoring the jeers from behind, she began to write. (Sir, at least I beg you not to look…) Satomi could only hope.

But the mischievous girls won’t allow it.

“Well, Mr. Tasaki? Is Satomi’s ass cute?”

“She likes nothing better than to be watched, otherwise she’s not at peace.”

“But in the end, being a guy, wouldn’t you not care to see a girl’s cute ass?”

This time Satomi heard Tasaki’s voice: “No, no, no…”

Tasaki did not resolutely rebuke such colorful words. Yumi’s father was a congressman who claimed to be a man of culture, and he had previously cooperated and allowed the girls to deal with Satomi in class, so it could be said that he had been caught at a weak point. And Tasaki, who was still celibate, couldn’t help himself from turning his eyes to Satomi’s lower half, so naturally he had nothing to say to the girls’ sarcasm.

(Yikes! Even the teacher is watching…) It was so humiliating to be exposed in front of the man she had longed for as a teacher, and in this state of dementia, Satomi was in deep despair, especially when she realized from the conversation that Tasaki couldn’t help but look at her shameful position from behind. (You’re too much, sir… I respect you so much.) Satomi also hated Tasaki a little.

In the end, for several minutes, Satomi’s naked buttocks faced the class, and she got a taste of the hell of shame. At that moment, there was a “click” from behind her. (Taking pictures of this shameless costume… that’s enough, I can’t do it anymore…) Satomi was struck by this thought.

When Satomi finished answering the questions and came down from the altar, Kazuhiko raised her hand. Satomi had a bad feeling about this, and looked at Tazaki with a hardened expression, begging for help. However, Tasaki ignored Satomi’s action and named Kazuhiko in front of Satomi’s eyes: “What is it? Nakayama-kun.”

The slightest reaction to Satomi’s pleading expression was a cold command in tone coming from Tasaki’s mouth. Ostensibly wanting to get to class as soon as possible, but in fact, the drunkenness was not there.

And without fear, Kazuhiko pointed to the panties on the revealing page and said, “This, it’s not a big deal, I now have an idea I can return the panties to its owner as soon as possible.”

The class didn’t say anything, as they also guessed what Kazuhiko was trying to do.

Kazuhiko flatly stated the proposal: “Wouldn’t it be fine to have the class circulate it now?”

“Right! Because Satomi said she’s not that exhibitionist girl who dropped her panties.” Michiyo, who understood Kazuhiko’s intentions, then said, so she didn’t forget to join in the prank: “But there’s no reason for a boy to touch the mold with his hand, right? Why don’t you let the class president hold them for us to confirm one by one?”

A moment after Michiyo voiced her mischievous idea in the classroom, the classroom was covered with wildly enthusiastic voices of approval.

“It’s true that no one else should be allowed to touch the mold, Satsuki-kun please.”

“Right, Satomi the exhibitionist and class president.”

The girls’ eyes flashed in anticipation of an even more humiliatingly good show.

“Girls aren’t restricted, are they?” Takahashi shouted, “There’s a possibility that I bought it as a gift for someone else, so I’m not restricted either, am I?”

The classroom then burst into laughter.

“Right! Tanaka seems to have a penchant for wearing women’s clothes, so he can be unrestricted, right?”

“No, no, because it could also be a gift from me to a boy.”

“It still has to be a good look for the boys anyway.”

No objections, all in favor.

“How… how can I…” Satomi stood on the platform in front of the entire class in an uproar. How far would they go to humiliate her by asking her to show her freshly removed panties in a vacuum?

“Sensei, how is it?” Satomi, who was frozen in place, watched as her opponent Michiyo asked Tasaki for permission.

(Mr. Tazaki should refuse, right?) Satomi, who thought of this, looked at Tazaki with a (Please, Mr. Tazaki!) (Please Mr. Tazaki!) look at Tazaki with a deadpan look.

But this time it turned out to be the opposite of what Satomi had hoped for.

“Eh? … this, this, this…” replied Tasaki in confusion. Because he couldn’t reject Satomi without reason, he had to be careful not to make her lose her prayers for himself. The image of Satomi, who used to be majestic, elegant and pure, was still there, but he wanted to see her gasping in shame, so what should he say?

“It’s decided then. Satomi, sir has given his tacit approval!”

Michiyo, who had no authority whatsoever, was in no position to order Satomi around, but the fact that Michiyo was the one who was essentially in charge was something that anyone could understand.

“But, but you…” Satomi, who was the smartest person in the entire school year, was the one person who would never doubt this fact. But now she couldn’t say a single word in rebuttal (Please let me go… please!) A look of total dependence appeared on her face.

Michiyo, of course, would not agree, (Do it quickly!) Looking back at Satomi with this sight, she started coughing, and in this coughing there was a mixture of blatant coercion.

“Ooooh! Going to publicize the 2 pictures from before?”

“Still! By the way, change to the ‘beauty by the pool’ one.”

“Or post those panties on the reveal page all over the school?”

Satomi, who until a week ago had been the class’s top innocent beauty, was now undoubtedly the slave of the entire class of the 2nd year 1 group, and she could not oppose orders, a situation that Satomi had already understood very well. Satomi realized that she had to obey before the explicit coercion of everyone.

(What should I do? I have nothing to say…) Unable to think of anything, Satomi silently turned her back to the group, pulled the pin on her panties off the reveal board, crumpled them up into a ball, held them tightly in both hands, and walked over to Mr. Tasaki.

“This… can I have everyone pass around these panties?” Said in a gnat’s voice. (Please, sir! Don’t look.)

“No way! Satomi. How will teacher know what it is if you don’t unfold the panties?” Michiyo pursued with a merciless voice. It seemed like she was going to play with her shame completely, and Kazuhiko and the other boys looked dumbfounded. (Oops! Oops! It’s even more exciting than the class meeting!) Kazuhiko saw curling her tongue like a pussy wet woman.

Satomi was dumbfounded for a moment and then pulled open her panties: “What should I do with this…”

The shame of pulling her freshly removed panties off in front of the longed-for male teacher caused Satomi’s face to redden to the point where it felt like it was burning.

(No, I can’t! Let me go…)

“Inside.” The other girls were spurred on by Michiyo’s harsh orders to Satomi, and the class gulped at the cruelty.

“┅Yes.” Satomi replied in a small voice, turning the inside of her panties inside out. The part that was in direct contact between her thighs was exposed, but fortunately there were no stains on it.

“Has sir read it properly? Is it ready for the class to circulate?” Not only Michiyo and Yumi, but all the girls except Kaoru were accomplices.

“Hmm? Y… Y… Y… Y… Y… Y… Y…” Tasaki’s voice was full of sensation. The idolized beauty was so ashamed that she blushed and put the removed panties in front of her nose, and even Tasaki, the teacher, couldn’t stand the excitement and swallowed her saliva in a bone-chilling manner.

“Satomi-sensei has given her permission, so pass it around while you’re in class!” Michiyo gave this merciless order with satisfaction.

That was the end of it, but there were still 20 minutes of class left. Everyone looked at the panties held in Satomi’s hand and said, “They’re not mine”. With her skirt down and her lower half exposed, she showed her panties to the whole class… (False, this isn’t reality…) In spite of this unusual situation, Satomi felt a strange sensation of pleasure in her lower half.

PART-23

At the end of class, Satomi managed to get the last person to see her panties. After Ms. Tasaki left the classroom, Satomi scrambled to put her panties back on, but a hand came from behind and grabbed Satomi’s hand, while the other hand snatched the panties away, and Satomi looked back to see Michiyo, who was smiling smugly.

“Wait, Satomi-sama, thievery is bad behavior ah! This one, didn’t you say it wasn’t yours?”

Fingers, on the other hand, took the rolled up panties and tugged and played with them.

“Oh, that’s…” Satomi couldn’t help but say it.

But in this situation, I could say that I had nothing to say… Whatever Michiyo said, everyone would agree with it, but it would be useless for me to say anything. (And if she offended Michiyo, she would be treated even more cruelly, wouldn’t she?) Satomi had to hold her tongue and suppress her angry expression at that thought.

But her abhorrent look still couldn’t escape Michiyo’s gaze, “Oh, a disgruntled look? Want your panties back then? How badly do you want it?” There was a bargaining flavor in her tone.

“Please give it back!” Satomi pondered what Michiyo would say, wondering what Michiyo would be planning. Would she lift up her skirt to show her lower half? How Satomi wanted to escape from this unknowable dreadnought ah!

“But what should we do?” Michiyo, who had everyone’s expectant eyes on her, continued, “It’s better to take something out and exchange it back.”

“So, how much…” said Satomi desperately. It didn’t matter if she was caught in Michiyo’s trap in order to retrieve her panties, if money could prevent further humiliation.

“Yikes, that’s too much! How can you say that in front of so many people? How can it be money, of course I want you to do more pleasant things, Satomi.”

After saying this Michiyo paused, waiting for a higher reaction of anticipation from the surrounding students.

“How about trading your bra?”

“This…” Satomi was confused by the unexpected words. The current summer uniform consisted of only a flimsy blouse, so if she took off her bra in such a situation, she could see through to her nipples. It was too painful a decision for Satomi, who had a strong sense of shame, to make, and she felt nothing but disgust as the students around her looked expectantly at the bulging area under her blouse.

“Sure enough Satomi still likes the vacuum.”

“Yeah, yeah, that proud ass hasn’t seen enough.”

“Okay, so let’s see a little more?” With that said, one of the boys pulled up Satomi’s skirt from behind. Satomi’s ass was exposed, and her snow-white ass drew the boys’ undivided attention.

“No, don’t! Stop!” Satomi pressed both hands desperately against the front of her skirt, but only the front was covered, leaving the back of her ass exposed to the eyes of the class.

“Please, everyone, that’s enough, leave me alone. Don’t look…” Satomi pleaded desperately, her face as red as fire from shame, her unattainable demeanor of a week ago now gone.

The class, convinced of their superiority, dealt with Satomi more liberally.

“Yikes! Showing half your ass, hey! Mouth is not right.”

“No, the ‘no’ that came out of Satomi-sama’s mouth meant ‘not enough has been revealed’.”

“That’s enough, take off your skirt!”

“No. Is Satomi going to be naked inside the classroom this time?”

“My Satomi-kun, or do you want to be shown breasts?”

The boys were saying vile things to each other and the atmosphere was full of danger. The girls, on the other hand, were mischievously looking forward to a good show.

(No, don’t! This is a classroom. It’s not allowed.) With her living ass on display in front of the class, Satomi was shocked by the shameful fear of the cloth.

“I know! Take off, just take off your bra.”

“Okay, okay, Satomi has said she’s willing to take it off, so stop messing around.”

The boy who had been pulling up Satomi’s skirt obeyed Michiyo’s words and let go of his hand in an evil shape, and the surrounding students all floated expressions of pity at Satomi’s ass being covered up once again.

“Well, well, don’t look so sorry. Now to decide where the stage is?” Michiyo said mercilessly after looking around once.

“Oh, how…” Michiyo’s extremely mischievous idea left Satomi dumbfounded. (Showing her ass in front of everyone, taking off her bra, where else?…) There were all sorts of proposals, from the altar, to the window, to the corridor, to the playground… and the stage was decided to be on Satomi’s table. Once on the table, Satomi blushed and pressed the front and back of her skirt, and the boys gathered around the table and looked upward, so that if they took their hands off her, they could see her buttocks and her secret parts in full view.

“Wait, don’t look!” Satomi called out as she looked down at the boys. (Too much, how can you tell someone to take it off like that?)

Because of the upward gaze, Satomi blushed with shame and pressed the skirt around her waist with all her might, not allowing her thighs to be exposed underneath the skirt. However, with one hand pressing the skirt back and forth, the snow-white skin could still be seen from the shadow of the skirt.

“Hey, hey, happy?”

“No panties if you don’t take off your bra.”

The boys looked upward unforgivingly, casually.

“Yeah Satomi, the hand that presses the back is too far to the side, the hole in the ass is already showing to be seen.”

At that thought Satomi immediately put her hand that was pressing the front to the back as well. How could a young girl stand hearing her ass’s pussy being exposed to the world? That’s why she reflexively pressed the back of her hand.

Satomi, mesmerized by the boys’ skill, relaxed her attention in front for a split second and pressed forcefully on the back of her skirt resulting in the front hemline rising radically upwards. The pubic hair was half exposed, and the boys watched with eager eyes.

“It’s not, is it? Satomi, reveal it.”

“It’s so humiliating! Unbelievable.”

“Wait, how much of an over-the-top exhibitionist is good enough to have any shame at all?”

The girls don’t let Satomi, whose secret part is exposed on the table, be seen under her skirt, and they want to abuse Satomi even more. (You’re in deep shit, aren’t you? How dare you lure a man… there’s more to come!) “Don’t look, please!” The unprecedented shame of exposing her private parts to the eyes of the class in the classroom caused Satomi to shudder, and she hastily pressed her hands to the front. This time, the two butt mounds at the back were naturally more than half exposed, causing a disaster with only a small amount of her ass remaining covered, while the audience at the back saw their eyes protruding out of their heads.

The high-flying, dignified beauty reveals her ass and pubic bone, exciting the boys below to no end.

“Well wow! Satomi’s so good, showing the front and then the back hole!”

“Then let’s enjoy the pits in front of us.”

“That’s so hot! So cute, Satomi’s butt hole.”

One of the boys rode the tune and inserted his finger into his hole, and everyone laughed at Satomi’s reaction as if she was electrified.

“Yikes, is it your turn to tempt people to look at you with a hole in your ass this time?”

“It’s true that the S High School’s school girl knows how to seduce boys so well. Satomi is really fickle.”

“That’s disgusting, is it so much fun to get guys excited?” The girls’ humiliating teasing words and the boys’ relentless and explicit actions incited Satomi’s shame even more.

(How… how can you say such things!) Although Satomi was angry, she was in a state where she had no way of rebutting the fact that she had no shame in dressing like this in front of the boys. She could only grit her teeth in remorse in the face of the same sex’s ridicule, and once again, she pressed her hands to the front and back of her body.

“Yikes, how long do you play? Break is over in three more minutes. Keep your word or I’ll post the picture on the school grounds for everyone to see.” Michiyo smiled happily as she watched Satomi not knowing what to do, “Or do you like it, Satomi?”

In her mind, she thought of how she could never see the shameful picture: “I know! Take it off right now!”

(I can’t let anyone see the photos… what should I do?) Having come to her senses, Satomi left her skirt with both hands and began to unbutton her bra.

And halfway through taking it off, the skirt swung upwards, Satomi was only wearing a mini-skirt, so between her thighs was hidden, and in the shadow of the skirt, the lower half of her body was revealed to the eyes of the class.

The stirring boys fell silent, focusing their eyes on their lower bodies. Satomi, the girl’s most private place was unreservedly seen by these sights.

(Take it off quickly!) Wanting to be able to cover up her exposed lower half before class, Satomi did her best to undo her bra clasp on the table.

PART-24

But trying to unbutton the bra on the outside of the blouse was far more difficult than expected. Although I couldn’t take off the straps of the bra, after a lot of work, I put my hands behind my back and finally unbuttoned the bra, and with a “pop”, the bra came off, and my breasts became bigger in a flash.

“Ah! Now I see Satomi’s nipples.”

“Looking from below sure looks great on the chest.”

“It’s not just the little hole in the ass, really the whole body is horny too! Satomi-sama.”

“But isn’t it shameful to be seen with boobs now in front of people on display here? Satomi.”

To Satomi, whose cheeks were leaking red and who was hastily squeezing her breasts, everyone in the class mercilessly toyed with her with their words.

Michiyo thought it was too much right now: “Well, Mr. Discipline, it’s not a good idea to take it off like this, so I think it’s better to take off your shirt first and then your bra. You know what? Satomi.”

Satomi had no choice but to respond to the threat of the portrait in front of her, “Y… yes, yes…” Satomi replied in a voice as small as a mosquito, letting go of her breasts and unbuttoning her upper body uniform one by one.

With the blouse half off, the breasts encased in the white hemispherical bra were revealed. In an instant, both boys and girls focused their eyes on these well-shaped and puffy breasts.

“No, don’t.” A small whimper was followed by hands covering her breasts, so everyone yelled back.

“Take it all off! Satomi.”

“We’ve seen it down there too, so what’s the shame in showing your breasts now?”

“Stop covering your ass!”

“There’s no need to tell her much, tie her up and strip her naked!”

This last statement caused the boys’ paranoia to expand exponentially, and the air was filled with danger.

“Well Satomi, you don’t want to be tied up, do you? Take it off quickly!”

“If you tie it up, even between the femurs, you’ll have to separate them.”

“A serious class president spreading his legs in front of everyone in the classroom, exciting!”

The girls are happy beyond belief at the degradation of Satomi, the object of their jealousy a week ago, and are especially excited by the arbitrarily uttered sexual delusions.

“Satomi, there’s one minute left. You can’t give me your bra even when the bell rings, so just keep going without panties and stay naked.” Michiyo, who had kept her cool, said this to Satomi. (Satomi, there’s more and more shameful things to come, you’re going to make me even happier!) Laughing out loud at the thought.

“I know.” Satomi scrambled to remove her top and put both hands behind her back to remove her bra.

However, after removing her bra, the only remaining clothing on Satomi’s body besides her boots and short socks was a short miniskirt. Being dressed in a near-naked state before the entire class made Satomi so ashamed that even her ears turned red.

This time the class fell quickly silent. With nothing on her upper body and a miniskirt on her lower body, Satomi stood on her desk with her arms wrapped around her chest, emphasizing the fullness of her breasts. The uncovered mini-skirt fluttered as she moved, and there was no way to avoid revealing the most shameful part of Satomi’s lower body, which she definitely did not want anyone to see…

The expression of patience that was so ashamed that she wanted to die was even more full of charm, and even the girls couldn’t help but recognize her beauty. And that was the reason for Satomi’s misfortune, the girls’ jealousy was burning brightly: (When did she become so attractive? This woman is absolutely unforgivable!)

At this moment when Satomi had managed to make up her mind to remove all her upper body clothing, the bell began to ring for the next 2-hour class.

（No, no, no! What’s wrong with this outfit?) But she had taken off her bra and her blouse. Satomi made the decision to take back her blouse at the same time as the bell rang, but when her right hand let go of her breasts, they were revealed to everyone in a flash, “Yikes!” The “Yikes!” and “Ooohs!” The sound of “Yay!” and “Oh!” made her even more ashamed, and Satomi scrambled from the table back to the floor via the chair.

“Please, give me back my panties quickly!” Satomi pleaded with Michiyo. In the middle of class time, the teacher could walk in at any time, and she was now naked to the point of… Satomi could hardly believe that this was reality.

But Michiyo said leisurely, “It’s no problem. Isn’t Ito-sensei always 5 minutes late?

It’s still early in the day, as the bells have just rung.”

Satomi had thought of that herself, and it was true that World History’s Ito was five minutes late every time, but Satomi was worried about the possibility of the what-ifs.

“How, how can I! Please, Michiyo-san.” Satomi made a pleading gesture: “Michiyo-san, please? Don’t say that it’s still early, it’s embarrassing for the class… Come on, will you let me get dressed?”

Michiyo heard this and threw a blouse to Satomi.

“Many, many thanks!”

(Where are the panties?) The words that almost came out of her mouth were swallowed back into her stomach, and Satomi scrambled to put on her blouse. In any case, the blouse was the minimum clothing, and it would be a big deal if her breasts were exposed.

Satomi didn’t pay attention to Michiyo’s suspicious smiles, and it was only in this instant, as Satomi buttoned up her shirt, that Satomi realized Michiyo’s plot. The blouse had been replaced, not the original one Satomi had handed Michiyo, but another one that was two sizes too small. Really, it was still wearable when stretched to the limit, but it was too annoying for breasts without a bra, as the dress emphasized the protrusion of the breasts too much.

“This, this… give me back my original one!”

Satomi glared at Michiyo, revealing that her nature was still the usual look of a volume cranked up without losing. As expected, even in this kind of occasion, the inner self still doesn’t change.

“Wait, it’s not time to haggle, is it? It’s almost enough bells, so if you don’t like it, just return the clothes to me.” Michiyo finished calmly and tried to take off Satomi’s blouse.

“Yes, I’m sorry! I know…” Indeed this was not the time to argue; three minutes had passed since the clock struck. Satomi gave up her futile resistance and her intention to put back on her original clothes.

Ito enters the classroom just as Satomi straightens her blouse and ties her neckerchief, and Satomi breathes a sigh of relief at having escaped the danger.

But on closer inspection, Satomi’s condition was even worse than the 1st hour of class. Although there were no panties as before, even her bra was now removed, and, having been forced to change into a top that was 2 sizes too small, the shape of her breasts came out so completely that the shape of her nipples could be seen.

The fact that she had to attend class in that humiliating outfit made Satomi hold back and lower her head.

Fortunately, Mr. Ito was a soft-spoken teacher who had always been afraid to come to class looking at his students squarely in the eye. He reads from the textbook and writes on the blackboard. (What an asshole. It’s a blessing in disguise, isn’t it? This costume wasn’t noticed either.) Satomi said in her heart.

However, the eyes all around us were relentlessly focusing on Satomi’s thighs and breasts, and no matter how disgusted I was, I couldn’t escape from these unforgiving eyes. (Yikes, people are watching… what else will they do to me?) She was so ashamed that she turned red in the face.

Twenty minutes after class began, another ball of paper fell in front of Satomi no Sato’s eyes, thrown of course by Michiyo in the back. The students around her looked at Michiyo with anticipation, while Michiyo was expressionlessly reading her notes.

(And what…) Satomi opened it to look at it, and in an instant, her expression changed from one of reassurance to one of bitterness.

”The panties are right here, but if you want to retrieve them, please ask the disciplinarian to take off the school skirt that you’re currently wearing and return it along with the panties only after I confirm it. The putting on and taking off of the skirt and panties must all be done in the middle of class!”

(How, how can I.) You want to take off your skirt here? That’s not reasonable! You can’t do that. Your lower body will be exposed… How can you do that in the middle of a class? I can’t do that!) That kind of ruthless order was too much for Satomi, but from what I’ve experienced so far, refusing would only result in more humiliating treatment.

While thinking this way, another paper ball fell.

‘If you want to do it, post these panties on the school’s reveal page, and by the way, post all the pictures together too, all the boys in the school will be very happy.’

(As expected…) Once again, Satomi thought that there was no escape from her fate. (Posting my panties and photo on the school’s reveal page would be better than killing me… Anyway, there was no way to escape.) But how to do it right? Satomi had no choice. Satomi had to take off her skirt even though she was already naked underneath it in front of the whole class in the middle of the lesson. The only thing Satomi can do is to take it off immediately, but she only has 20 minutes left to do so, in which time she has to take off her skirt and give it to Michiyo, then wait for her to return her panties and put them back on before returning her skirt to herself. Michiyo may not be the first to return her panties and skirt, so time is running out.

Looking back, everyone was smiling and watching, and the boys could be seen passing around the note. From their expectant lustful glances, it was certain that the paper must have contained orders to themselves.

Glancing forward, Mr. Ito was writing on the blackboard unchanged, just focusing on his own writing on the board and not even looking at the students, which was a great time for Satomi to take off her skirt. (Great, Mr. Ito is only focusing on the lesson, take it off!) Even this kind of luck made Satomi thankful with all her heart.

Satomi, oblivious to the lecherous expectations, unbuttoned her dress, and the classroom striptease began. (Please, don’t look…) Satomi avoided looking at the others and pulled down the zipper after unbuttoning her dress, but of course, Satomi’s hopes were not realized.

Satomi is about to continue her revealing behavior in class, will she be discovered by the teacher? Or will she be able to successfully undress? The end of Satomi’s longest day is still a long way off.

PART-25

There was a strange calm in the classroom. The appearance of Satomi Shiraishi, the beauty queen of S High School, who was the symbol of the name “honor student” last week, showing her lower body in the middle of the class… It was an amazingly exciting situation, and not only the boys, but also the girls, felt a strange excitement as they gazed at Satomi in a state of infatuation.

Satomi averted her eyes and humiliatingly continued her striptease. After the zipper was pulled down, snow-white skin was revealed from within the zipper. (No, don’t do that!) Satomi scrambled to close the zipper again, such an action was actually completely pointless.

Is it just like that with the bottom half of your body completely exposed? (What should I do? (I can’t do it if I don’t take it off…) It’s disgusting to look around and be surrounded by expectant eyes. The boys were gagging, the girls were curious and contemptuous… Should I just take off my clothes like this? The excitement of the action made her feel even more ashamed.

At that moment, someone behind her tapped on her shoulder, and when she turned to look back, she saw Michiyo’s smiling gaze. This time did not use Satomi’s shameful portrait as a threat, you can see the innocence in her smile, but in this gaze it already says it all.

Satomi once again understands and once again makes a move to take off her skirt. Confirming again as her hand stops at her waist, Ito, still continuing to write on the blackboard, slowly removes it, and Satomi’s ass, which is not wearing any panties, is slowly revealed. When the upper part of the ass was revealed, the sound of boys swallowing hard came from the back. The boys in front of Satomi, taking advantage of Ito’s time to continue writing on the blackboard, all turned to look in Satomi’s direction, observing her demented state.

Satomi, half-naked, licked her lips in shame and slightly raised her waist. (What should I do? I’ll keep taking it off…) Even though she had come to her senses for a while, Satomi was still hesitant. But seeing through this, a threatening cough came from behind. (Akira, I got it!) Satomi took off her skirt in one go, half-abandoning herself.

With her skirt off to about her knees, Satomi’s lower half was exposed, not even a pair of panties, with no cover at all on her lower half. Sitting in the chair with her feet closed tightly, her ass was visible from the back, the boys diagonally in front of her could see the black triangular area of pubic hair, and her shoes became her only protection.

Anyone who was in a position to see Satomi’s demented state had a rich imagination of Satomi’s distorted expression due to her shame. Satomi, who felt that it was not right to be angry in the middle of the silence, left her skirt with both hands and pressed the shameful places in front and behind. (That’s enough!)

In the middle of this, the whirlwind of coughing on the cane sounded again, so Ito stopped writing on the blackboard and looked over, and Satomi panicked. Ito looked up from the altar in the direction of the students, and all the students in front of him were staring at Satomi’s lower half. However, looking down from the altar, there was nothing unusual, but if she stepped down from the altar, Satomi shuddered at the thought…she was terrified. (Don’t let anyone outside the class see me in this state…) Satomi prayed.

Satomi let go of her pubic area with both hands, and when she felt the sight piercing through the air, Satomi’s cheeks turned vermillion red, and those who didn’t know what was going on would be worried that she had a fever. Enduring the shame of being better off dead, Satomi humiliatingly removed the skirt from under her feet and hurriedly covered her pubic hair with her right hand, while her left hand brought the skirt to the back. Michiyo instantly grabbed the skirt by force and Satomi covered her ass with her left hand.

“Satomi-san is amazing! In the middle of class, her bottom half is naked, but her breasts are still clothed. But we’re in the middle of a class! I can’t stop going to class. Take out your note book and study hard or I’ll sue Mr. Khin Ito.” Michiyo whispered from behind. Satomi turned her head and saw Michiyo with an innocent expression on her face as if she was playing with her favorite toy.

Satomi had nothing to say to Michiyo’s mockery but to bite her lip tightly. But begging was useless, and Satomi had to start looking for her notes. Of course there were no more hands to cover the lower half of her body that was exposed under the table, and all Satomi could do was to close her legs as tightly as possible.

In the middle of the silent classroom there was only the sound of Ito writing on the blackboard and talking, the students were all writing notes, a completely normal scenery in the middle of a class. The only difference was that it was the class, no, the number one beauty of the entire school, who was in class without a skirt or panties, and it was really hard to tell from the calm and collected look on her face.

But for the surrounding students who knew what was going on, it was an unprecedentedly exciting sight. Those at the back were looking at Satomi’s ass, those at the side were seeing her thighs and her face blushing with shame, and those at the front were looking at the triangle between her thighs.

Shameful and disgusting to look at, Satomi had no way to hide the shameful part of her body. Ito was still teaching mechanically, not knowing when it would end. Satomi could only pretend to be calm when she saw that her classmates, who were taking notes, had their lower halves fully clothed, which added to the shame of her current attire. (In any case, she had to finish her notes as soon as possible so that she could cover up…)

At that moment, an eraser rolled under Satomi’s right foot, spun around and rolled to Nakayama’s seat, which was diagonally in front of her right. Although Satomi saw it, she had no time to pay attention to it, but her beautiful shoulder, which was silently copying notes, was tapped from behind.

“Yikes! Satomi, I dropped my eraser and you didn’t even pick it up for me, so cold!” Of course it was Michiyo who spoke up.

“Please, just leave me alone! Can’t you call Nakade-kun pick up?” Satomi didn’t want to attract Ito’s attention and begged Michiyo for mercy in a low voice. If she left her seat to pick up the eraser next to Nakayama, the naked lower half of her body without her skirt and panties would be shown to the students behind her.

“No- line-. Hurry up!” Michiyo’s answer was as expected, and with a small chuckle.

“Then I’ll ask Mr. Ito to pick it up, he’ll be amazed.”

The students in the back right peered at Satomi with amusement, while those in the front back waited to see her demented state. On the other side, Nakayama was copying notes, ignoring the eraser on the ground, and the girls were happily waiting to see Satomi’s humiliation, and there was not even the slightest gap in Satomi’s desire to escape from this hell of shame.

(It’s better than being all naked while at the pool.) Satomi said to herself and started to move. With her left hand on her secret part and her right hand on her buttocks, she walked down the corridor with her shameful part only minimally covered, wearing a tight blouse and walking to the right side of the classroom with her lower half completely exposed, all in front of the eyes of the whole class.

Satomi’s lower body is being watched relentlessly by her classmates, and the whole class is longing for Satomi, and her lower body is completely exposed in the class, which is not like reality but like a dream, and the delusion that she usually hides inside her heart becomes a reality in front of her eyes.

To completely humiliate Satomi… Everyone except Kaoru and suke strongly desired it.

Although she felt that everyone’s desire was focused on her lower body, but in order to pick up the eraser, her right hand had to leave her ass. Thinking that, Satomi left her ass with her right hand and tried to pick up the eraser as fast as she could.

But in this instant, Nakayama, who had counted all the time, kicked his left foot, and the eraser flew forward, so Satomi lost her balance and the whole person flopped down to lie on the ground, with her hands barely holding up the ground.

“Don’t…”

“Awesome, incredible.”

“Not really! Really?”

Various taunts rendered Satomi speechless. And she didn’t even have an inch of cloth on her lower half, on all fours. And her ass floated up, the pussy of her ass exposed to everyone’s eyes, making the class unable to even speak. Satomi could only let everyone’s eyes sweep over her.

After completely revealing her obsession like this, Satomi managed to pick up Michiyo’s eraser and return to her seat. Satomi couldn’t hold back any longer after revealing such an obsession in the middle of the class, and with her lower half still exposed. (How much longer do I have to hold it in? When will class end?) In this deadly situation, the coldness of her thighs that were touching the chair kept emphasizing to her that the disgusting exposure was a fact, and Satomi’s face was already as red as fire.

But Michiyo wasn’t letting it go that easily, this time throwing the eraser to the left instead, for which Satomi was startled.

“Yikes! Sorry for dropping it again, please.” Satomi had to perform the bending over to pick up the object gesture one more time.

When Satomi picked up her eraser again and returned to her seat, it was but 10 minutes before the end of class. (Give me a break, get it over with! How long do I have to put up with this?) Satomi prayed desperately, her undressed lower body trembling with shame.

But as much as Satomi wished for it, Michiyo and the others wouldn’t stop easily. Although she was being thoroughly played with her shame, Satomi, who had high self-esteem, didn’t cry out for it to stop even at this point.

(Ouch, ouch, ouch! Satomi-san is so amazing that she can still calmly take notes with her lower half of her body completely naked!) Seeing this, Michiyo smiled and stopped copying notes and started writing again.

Seeing the note that fell in front of her eyes, Satomi felt a darkness in front of her. (Excessive! What more do you want?) But Satomi, who understands Michiyo’s ruthlessness and coldness, had no choice but to open the ball of paper.

“Hard work, what a cute ass. Next, please ask Mr. Ito a question, and don’t mind the sight of the other students. But if you don’t ask a question within two minutes! I won’t be willing to forgive you.” After reading that Satomi finally cried out.

(What if the teacher finds out… how can I go back to school if the teacher finds out that I’m dressed like this in class?) Satomi thought about the situation so far. But it was clear that there was no other choice, and that refusing would only lead to more misery and shame.

Ito had turned to the teacher’s desk, and Satomi couldn’t raise her hand without feeling her body heat up as she felt the curious eyes of the class.

“This… Mr. Ito, I have a question…”

Ito stopped in the middle of his lecture: “That shaky voice…

(Please sir, don’t turn around…) Once again, Satomi prayed inwardly.

PART-26

“Oops! Is this…?” Ito, who was weak and less imposing, was startled and whispered, stopping writing on the blackboard. His face, devoid of confidence, slowly turned to the students. Realizing that the one who raised her hand was Satomi, the showman of Gakuen 1, she fixed her eyes on her body.

“Yes, Shiraishi, what is it?” In order to guard the dignity of a teacher, he responded loudly.

“Yes. What are the implications between this American Independence and the French Revolution…” asked Ito from his brain to find out the relevant knowledge.

Ito walked from the teacher’s desk to the direction of Satomi’s front, while Satomi’s bare lower half was blocked by the students in front of her and the desk, now unseen from where Ito was.

(Mr. K… stood there and answered…) When he had looked back at the students from the front of the platform, Satomi had been calm, but her feet had been shaking considerably.

The classmates were looking at the innocent girl who was asking difficult questions with a noble face, but in fact, her lower body was completely exposed under the table… They all admired Michiyo for her unconventional ideas.

“Well, by the way…” Satomi asked Ito unexpectedly, filling the class with a strange atmosphere.

In order to protect her small dignity, Satomi raised her jaw with one hand as if she was concentrating on her thoughts, it was the only way for her at the moment.

“Sir generally understood, let me prepare a little.” Ito said it would take about 30 seconds.

“But yes!” Satomi said in a panic. It was possible to feel a little more at ease for the next 30 seconds.

But then, “Sir, it’s written in this part of the book.” One of the boys called, it was Maeda from the front left, 5th in the class Narumi. He took out the reference book he had in his possession towards Ito’s direction, and Ito, who had temporarily stopped writing black leather, couldn’t ignore him.

“Yah, this.” With a wild yelp, Maeda rushed up to the teaching altar.

“Y…” a panicked Satomi whimpered in a small, sad voice.

After Maeda left his seat, he could see Satomi’s lower half from the center of the group of students by turning slightly from the direction of the teacher’s desk. Satomi’s hand stopped copying notes and desperately pressed between her thighs, because her secret part and thighs were completely uncovered.

Luckily, Ito was focused only on the approaching Maeda, and what he didn’t know was documented in the reference book, and the fact that it was being pointed out caused him to peek into the reference book in a panic.

“Well, that’s right. It says…” Ito began as he turned his face toward Satomi.

“Y… Yes…” replied Satomi aloud to Ito’s instructions. And as the content was already known to her, now she just hoped that the teacher would resume writing on the blackboard as soon as possible. With only the exposed lower half of her body blocked by the students, Satomi worriedly contracted her body under the table as much as she could.

After explaining, Ito turned his evasive back on the students and began writing on the blackboard once more Satomi was relieved to have finally avoided the worst of the situation.

(Maeda-kun has gone too far…) Satomi hated Maeda. Satomi bit her lip in hatred at the betrayal of her classmate, who had always been an honor student and who had always asked for help when she didn’t understand something. Mr. Ito didn’t notice Satomi’s lower body as Maeda had calculated, but it had incited Satomi’s shame, and Satomi had to rethink the extent of Michiyo’s ill will towards her.

Five minutes before class, well a pair of white panties fell before Satomi. Satomi saw and her own light blue panty’s although uneasy, but still hastily pulled off the panties. And after that, Satomi was once again stunned.

“How… how can…” Satomi couldn’t speak again.

The panties were not the same ones that Satomi had taken off, but they were a size smaller than Satomi’s, and the T-backs were so thin that you could see her pubic hair when they covered the area between her thighs. Satomi turned to the back, “Please, Michiyo-san…”

Naturally, Satomi’s pleas were useless against an opponent who had plunged herself into a hell of shame.

“I thought we agreed to give it back to me?” The hand pressed between his thighs pleadingly.

“Yeah? Did I say I’d return the original pair to you? The panties are already in front of me, but just give them back if you hate the words.” A pained expression appeared on Michiyo’s face, a smile that appeared whenever Michiyo further teased Satomi’s shame. Naturally, Michiyo wouldn’t listen to Satomi.

Satomi had no choice but to put on her panties and tie them around her waist. With the secret part finally covered, Satomi’s shame didn’t have much to relax about. Because it was small and colorful looking, it covered the small triangle in the front, faintly revealing pubic hair.

The cloth was thin and the black pubic hair was too visible. After that, she tied the rope at the back to cover her ass, but her white buttocks were almost completely exposed. Moreover, the panties on both sides were short and tight, and the panties sank between her thighs. Satomi realized that this shameful hell was not yet over, and she hated Michiyo.

Despite Satomi’s thoughts, the skirt was thrown down as well. But again, that wasn’t Satomi’s original one, it was smaller and narrower, and Satomi couldn’t care less after confirming that the moment she put on the skirt, the dismissal bell rang.

After Ito went out, Satomi was surrounded by people.

“Nice, Miss Satomi is awesome, stripping in the middle of class!”

“Really really, showing your bottom half naked in class is an awesome service!”

“Even the ass hole was seen.”

“Yeah! I for one love front pussy pussies!”

“I’m a before and after kind of guy.”

“Well, why don’t we all strip down now for a good look, even inside.”

The boys’ excitement caused by the unusual light during class all but exploded.

“Shameless! Satomi doesn’t even wear panties in the middle of class.”

“I can tell by looking at her that she’s happy, so what’s the point of questioning her?”

“What a serious exhibitionist, can’t even hold back in the middle of class.”

“We’ve seen it all. Well, take it all off in front of everyone so we can get another glimpse.”

The girls kicked Satomi down into the hell of shame without sympathy.

“Okay, okay, follow to gym class. Hurry up and get to the gym before Kobayashi gets angry.” Watching Satomi being insulted by the big event, a happy Michiyo voiced out to stop everyone. Today it was raining so the 3rd hour gym class would be shared with the 3rd year 1 group.

Everyone calmed down after hearing Michiyo speak, and that was because even though Michiyo said that, everyone was certain that she would force out Satomi’s even more humiliated, distressed, and desperately struggling appearance.

Afterwards, during gym time, everyone happily watched Satomi as she ran quickly to class, while all the eyes of the 3 year 1 group of students who were in class together were focused on Satomi.

As before, Michiyo puts away Satomi’s sweatshirt and fails to tell Kobayashi that she’s not feeling well and wants to take a break; all of the 2nd year group proves that Satomi is in good spirits, and Kobayashi, who has Michiyo’s weakness, naturally won’t let Satomi sit on the sidelines. Satomi, who doesn’t have a sweatshirt, has to wear her uniform to class.

Satomi ran into the gymnasium with her top vacuumed in a uniform that was two sizes too small, and her bottom in T-back panties and an ultra-short mini-skirt. From the horizontal side, her breasts, which were already large for a 17 year old, were swaying; and from the rear, the end of her thighs were even more tantalizing.

Not only the students of the 2nd year 1 group, even the 3rd year 1 group felt the excitement of the light, longing for the cute underclassmen who were following in an incredibly demented manner. That colorful outfit made Satomi not dare to look at herself while her expression was shameful.

Kobayashi looked to understand that the cause of the incident was the 2 year 1 group of students walking around Satomi.

Although the 3rd year students were few, if they helped Satomi who was in trouble, they couldn’t see Satomi’s shameful gesture that made people happy, so they were hesitating on what to do. For the seniors, of course they would have helped their cute junior, but the image and gesture of Satomi in front of them was erotic and mesmerizing.

Satomi’s bouncy limbs were not only looked at by the 3rd grade boys, but also by the girls. Among them was naturally the class president, Takashi, who knew everything and was already one of the conspirators. However, Takashi continued to run calmly on the surface, but his cold face was looking at Satomi’s thighs, which was where the whole class was looking at.

“Yikes, how did Shiraishi do that? So he’s an exhibitionist. Great, it looks like it’s going to be fun.”

“Yikes, this one’s Satsuki-kun, the beauty queen of that innocence school.”

“It’s true that I’ve been wearing short skirts lately.”

“Yikes! Those boobs are so firm.”

“This one, she’s vacuumed and her nipples are showing through.”

Ignited by Takashi’s speech, the boys commented on Satomi’s body. For the 3rd year students who were tired of exams, the infatuation of the school’s number one beauty girl was really good material to reduce stress.

“This this, this woman is simply an exhibitionist.”

“But cute, too smug!”

“Asses are seen. Unbelievable!”

“This boob! Wearing so little on purpose! Is it a pornographer?”

“It’s nice to be looked at, isn’t it?”

The boys’ eyes focused on Satomi, and the jealous 3rd grade girls, lit up in a blaze of mischief.

PART-27

Feeling the unpleasant curiosity and contemptuous sight of the 3rd year students, Satomi’s shameful run ended with great difficulty. Compared to the shame of being exposed to the point of being almost completely naked within the church, Satomi felt even more ashamed of being seen by the unknowing 3rd year students.

But Michiyo’s attempts don’t end there, as Michiyo travels to Kobayashi’s place with Takashi and Nakayama to negotiate the content of the lesson.

“Yah, since we purposely take classes together, let’s not separate 2 or 3 year olds, let’s take classes together!”

“But that’s different from booking.”

“Shut up, what’s wrong with getting it together? An hour is good.”

“Well, okay, that’s it.”

“Then soft gymnastics and ping pong together.”

“Oh! It’s too common. There’s no need to say more, we’re the ones who decide!” Facing the aggressive Michiyo, Kobayashi cowered into silence.

Satomi, who was forced to run in this shameless costume, had her cheeks turned scarlet because of the new shame of exposing her demented state in front of the students of another class. And unlike in the confined classroom, Satomi was even more uneasy in the vast gym.

Because her skirt was too short, she tried to avoid walking around so that it wouldn’t rise up. With a skirt that was 25 above the knee, the end of her thighs would be exposed at any moment, so she had to be careful to prevent it, and her vacuumed breasts were swaying dramatically, which attracted even more disgusting stares from the boys. Just like the 2 year old boys who saw Satomi for the first time, the 3 year old boys’ eyes were particularly pungent. (Please, don’t look at me like that…) But with curious eyes focused on her breasts and lower body, Satomi’s prayers were once again in vain.

Satomi’s humiliation is deepened by the malicious eyes of the 3rd year girls, 6 of whom are in the 3rd year 1 group, and whose appearance is completely unattractive for the sake of further education. While the talk of the boys in the class had always focused on the two beautiful girls from the 2nd year group, Satomi Shiraishi and Kaoru Mitsui, Satomi, the class president and top student, who was one of the most popular girls in the school, was forced to show her humiliating attire in front of everyone… The inferiority complex in the hearts of the 3rd year girls melted away, and they focused on Satomi’s posture in front of their eyes.

“No, right, this vacuum? What did she think?”

“Look at the big boobs yet! She must be so cool.”

“Then I hear it’s true about her showing her panties on the way up the stairs.”

“So, she’s really an exhibitionist? That honors student, unbelievable!”

Deliberately saying it in a voice audible to the other side, the 3rd year girls happily looked at Satomi’s face that was so humiliated that it was crooked.

After the run, it was the usual turn for calisthenics. That mundane exercise hid a major crisis for Satomi, as it required a large bending of the body forward and backward, which emphasized the breasts, as well as a spreading of the legs. (What should I do? It’s too obvious to do it in front of everyone…) Everyone spread out and chose a spot to prepare for the exercise, and Satomi chose the far corner of the gym so that at least no one would be watching from behind. Even though all the students were in front of her, at least it wasn’t more humiliating… but Satomi’s wish was not fulfilled.

“What’s the matter, class president? Demonstrate in front of everyone!” Michiyo called out to Satomi in a bright voice. If Satomi was allowed to change her position on her own, she wouldn’t be able to happily see the look on her face as she landed in shameful hell.

“Ya, this, I…” Satomi couldn’t even answer.

If she did calisthenics in this costume, her ass in her T-back panties would be exposed, and her nipples would stand out even more under her tight blouse… That was a situation that had to be avoided. But what about the humiliating photo shoots if Michiyo’s order was refused?

（What to do…?) Satomi stood in a very dangerous situation.

Takashi, the squad leader of the 3rd year 1 group, had walked to the front to wait for Satomi. Satomi couldn’t speak, but when she met his eyes, she saw him smile. The smile of his rival, who had seen all the humiliation in the ‘Emergency Student Council’, shook Satomi, and realizing the futility of resisting, Satomi slowly walked in front of the group.

Takashi and Satomi stood surrounded by everyone, and contrary to Satomi’s idea of avoiding attention as much as possible, being surrounded by 360-degree vision could be considered the worst situation. Satomi, who had been exposed as an obsessive in the midst of the crowd, had no place to run away, and everyone was staring at her without even blinking an eye.

“Ties. First is to bend forward. One, two.”

With the sound of Kobayashi’s whistle, the humiliation began.

Satomi had no choice but to lean forward, but that also meant that the back of her skirt would be pulled upwards. Even though she had performed countless silly positions, Satomi, who had a strong sense of self-esteem and shame, couldn’t make up her mind to bend over, so of course, this ‘leaning forward’ action ended halfway.

Seeing Satomi’s cheeks leaking red from shame rather stimulated Kobayashi’s sadistic heart. (Are you ashamed? You’re an honor student’s young lady. How dare you look at me with a cold shoulder… Knowing the consequences of treating an adult like a fool?) Kobayashi, who inwardly justified his unjustified behavior, shouted at Satomi.

“Hey, Shiraishi! What kind of forward bend is that! Don’t think that just because you’re an honor student that you can ignore PE.

Bend forward, harder! Everyone’s watching.”

Kobayashi’s proposal was a big hit with the students, especially the 3rd graders, and the teachers became complicit in Satomi’s abuse. If even the teachers were complicit, then Satomi would be able to see the real hell of shame without worrying.

“Heh heh! Shiraishi, let’s see how long you can be complacent?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s usually the case with the many objections to students’ proposals for 3-year students.”

“See if you can still smile and seduce boys when you wear this getup to provoke them?”

“Sir is right, this is the time to stop acting like a great superior student in front of everyone.” The opposite of the usual admiration and jealousy of Satomi was to force Satomi into this hell of shame.

“Great, Miss Satomi, see how strict everyone is? Alright, forward bends begin.” Michiyo said when she saw a more intense reaction than expected.

“Make it a couple more times and don’t cheat.” Kazuhiko gave an order that incited her humiliation even more. (Hate it, don’t you? Satomi. But we’ve already agreed that to keep everyone’s mouths shut, we’re going to have to whip your shame out completely for everyone’s pleasure.) Kazuhiko thought to herself, no matter how many times she sees Satomi’s humiliated face it’s always a scream.

Satomi thought about the object of her plea for help, looking for Kaoru and  Suke’s posture. But the 2 people who are held by their weak points can’t react even though their faces are filled with sympathy.

Broken of her last glimmer of hope, Satomi came to her senses and began a forward bending motion.

“ONE, TWO, THREE…” Kobayashi’s shouts rang through the gym. Although Satomi was bending over, she was only bending in the boundaries of not exposing her ass for people to see. In the face of everyone’s coercive words, it was always impossible to make a gesture of raising her buttocks in front of everyone. Even though her hands were only bent up to the height of her knees, Satomi’s body was so ashamed that it felt like it was on fire.

“Look everyone, what is that?” The ones who spoke were the girls from the 2 year 1 group.

“All wrong!”

“Sure enough, Satomi thinks everyone who does sports is an idiot. It has nothing to do with her U of T’s ironically passable honor student.”

“That’s even more unforgivable.”

“I want her to be even more ashamed this time, and I have to do it until I see the panties.”

“Might as well ask her to take off her skirt better yah! Isn’t that right teacher?” The boys and girls in the 2 year 1 group said at the same time.

For them, who had seen Satomi’s demented state in the classroom and the swimming pool, it was undoubtedly a new pleasure to be in the position of a teacher’s tutor to do a humiliating performance in front of her students from another class. Like Satomi’s beautiful body, the expression of shame on her face was just as exciting. How can I not see the shameful expression of someone who is so high and elegant?

“Yaaaay, of course. Shiraishi can’t do what everyone says unless you bend your hands to the floor. If you can’t touch it, you’ll be required to take off your skirt.” Kobayashi’s answer was categorical.

Unlike in the pool when he was half forced and half voluntary, in the present where Michiyo held his weak point he not only didn’t resist, but instead felt the charm of bullying Satomi and took the initiative to participate in it. A rare and beautiful maiden, regardless of her will forced to reveal a shameful gesture, how could she resist. Judging from the current situation, it’s impossible to protect this honor student, so it’s better to join their side.

“Y… yes…” Satomi bit her lip in humiliation, and with no way out, she bent forward again, “-…”

As he said that, his body leaned forward slowly.

The 3rd year group 1 students who were sure that Satomi would reveal her panties this time were staring intently at the skirt, while the 2nd year group 1 students who knew what kind of panties were being worn underneath the skirt were vaguely anticipating what kind of expression Satomi would have when the panties were revealed.

Satomi’s hand, again like last time, stops when it goes to her knees, the short skirt having risen upward to its end. (There’s no way out, do it Satomi! Should I wait for someone to take off my skirt?) With this sad determination, continued bending down.

As Satomi’s hand reached down, the T-back panties on her ass were fully exposed. The 3rd year students and Kobayashi, who had been waiting to see what kind of panties it was, all stirred when they saw the panties that were stuck between their asses at that moment.

“AH, AH… This guy is wearing T-back panties!”

“And even the panties are trapped between the strands.”

“Awesome, almost all revealed!”

“No, no? Unbelievable!”

“Sure is a real exhibitionist.”

The sight of the most admired girl in the academy in a state of infatuation made their moods soar.

The 2-year group of students, centered around Kazuhiko and Michiyo, succeeded in realizing the idea of putting Satomi in a difficult situation. But to what extent Satomi would fight back… everyone was calculating inwardly: (Then you can rest assured that Satomi did it voluntarily.) Satomi was so… so happy.

Satomi’s expectations that the 3rd year student would help her were completely dashed, her hands were finally pressed to the ground, her skirt was exposed upwards to the end, and her ass was exposed more than halfway up in a humiliating pose with her butt jutting out. Surrounded by more than 70 people in 360 degrees, Satomi’s cheeks reddened to the point of burning.

“All right, all right! Hurry up and continue, try to show that pussy ah!” Kazuhiko was urging Satomi. (You’ve seen sausage penetration in my home, and now you’re still ashamed? Is it really innocence, or are you just pretending?) “The class is going to continue, do it faster!”

Having managed to end one humiliating forward bend, Satomi was already so ashamed that her body was burning like fire. And really, how could it not be hot in this sealed gymnasium? Satomi’s body soon began to sweat. Feeling sweaty, Satomi had a bad feeling that the uniform she was wearing would be seen through.

“No, don’t!” Satomi whimpered out. The blouse had begun to get soaked with sweat, and the tight fit on her upper body made the shape of her breasts emerge even more, the pink color of her nipples almost visible in the vacuum.

(No, no, no. Everyone is watching… it’s not true.) Protecting her hands on her chest, Satomi begged everyone not to let the nightmare continue.

Satomi, a beautiful girl, is forced to play volleyball in the gym wearing a neat red scarf, neat socks, and neat shoes. But what she was wearing was merely a neckerchief, socks, and shoes, nothing more. Michiyo’s schemes are one too many to be ashamed of.

PART-28

However, the reality around Satomi did not allow it, and even though the forward bending of the calisthenics had stopped, it was time for the backward bending of the calisthenics. With her blouse wet and semi-transparent, and her breasts sticking out… how could she do this?

The normally mundane soft gymnastics were as painful as torture for Satomi now.

“Department, proceed to bend backwards!” The squad leader called louder.

Kobayashi’s voice rang out, and Satomi couldn’t bring herself to put her hands on her waist, and all the eyes of the students in front of her immediately moved to her breasts.

The blouse, which was two sizes too small, made her breasts stand out even more after her hands moved to her waist. And everyone who watched Satomi’s blouse become semi-transparent whispered individually. (Please don’t look!) Satomi knew that such prayers were useless, but she still said it inwardly.

“As Satomi said that, she bent her body backward, and Satomi’s breasts naturally became the center of attention, so Satomi had to stop by bending slightly backward.

“Oh, Satomi-kun is too casual! Isn’t that right sir?” The ones who instantly said it were the 3-year old women.

“Oh-oh… surely not. How could the noble Satomi listen to a bore like us?”

“Indeed it is then, all of them don’t put seniors in their eyes, they must be taught a lesson!”

“Okay, first of all, would the squad leader please do the standard maneuvers slowly, no more randomness.”

In the ending, Satomi becomes the center of attention again and has to perform another humiliating act of dementia.

“Got it? Satsuki-kun, do as Senpai says, slowly and in a disciplined manner. If you just stop again, we won’t let it go this time.”

Resistance was useless under Michiyo’s watchful eye, as Satomi well knew.

“One.” Satomi bent her body backwards under the gaze of all the disgusting eyes. By the time it was bent nearly 30 degrees, her breasts were already extremely prominent and the tips of her breasts were clear.

“Enough is enough, no.” Satomi whispered. It was just too miserable for a 17 year old girl to be in the presence of a 3rd grader.

“What kind of talk is that? You haven’t been told to bend to 90 degrees yet.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to punish you properly if you keep treating everyone like an idiot!”

It wasn’t Michiyo and the others who were talking like that, but the 3rd grader’s woman. We want her to show the beauty of being abused, the teasing with revealing, completely touching Satomi’s inner limit of shame, and making her act even more colorful. (Since she doesn’t cry out even like this, and doesn’t apologize and ask for forgiveness, let’s have complete fun.) “Got it.” Satomi replied in a small voice, and her body bent back again. The blouse that clung to her body emphasized the shape of her breasts even more, and not only her nipples, but even her areolas were almost visible. And in order to keep the balance of the body that was bending backward, it was necessary to spread her feet apart, making it even more humiliating.

“No, don’t… spare me.”

Takashi, who was watching from Satomi’s rear, had no sympathy at all; having seen Satomi’s most humiliating gesture yesterday, he was now convinced that no matter how much she pleaded with the 3rd year student for help, it would be useless.

The self-respecting Satomi is now saying such things, rather than stimulating the sadomasochistic hearts of the 3rd year students even more.

“Okay, you can’t stop until you get to where my hand is, no less.” Takashi put his right hand behind Satomi where she couldn’t see it, and Satomi had to spread her legs further in order to get to that position. For Satomi, who was now wearing a super short mini-skirt, it was like a Samba.

Takashi was lost in his own thoughts: (Aigoo, the honorable Miss Satomi has lost her image now. Her shameful face was seen yesterday, what will happen if we show it to everyone at school now?) (Too much, too much.) Takashi…) Satomi hated Takashi, but Takashi didn’t care, and as a result, Satomi herself avoided Takashi’s even more cruel gaze. (I’ll definitely return the favor!) But Satomi had to spread her feet even more shamefully, and her skirt naturally lifted upwards. (No, don’t, people will see your panties…) Satomi was in a terrible state, but now she couldn’t return to her original position.

However, the 3rd graders, mischievously wanting to see her in an even more humiliating condition, loudly rebuked her.

“Squad Leader Shiraishi, see the panties.”

“And see the black shadows coming through!”

“Don’t, look at the panties sinking between the strands.”

“Why is the upper body a vacuum? Sure enough, it’s an exhibitionist.”

“But the pink nipples are cute.”

Satomi had worked hard to reveal this getup, and she knew the girls wouldn’t spare her.

“Well, hurry up Shiraishi, there’s not much time left.” Kobayashi instead scolded her further.

Even the gym teacher doesn’t help Satomi, and everyone looks on giving out heartfelt smiles.

“Y… Y… the 3rd time.” Satomi bent over almost to the point of death before reaching Takashi’s hand. As soon as she finished counting, she scrambled to bend over and felt her body heat up under the smiles of the people who were looking at her face to face. (More, more…) Satomi panicked at the thought that there would be so many more times.

Satomi did it 6 more times, and everyone had no idea how much fun they were having watching the humiliating action. (There’s still one more to go before it’s over.) Satomi encouraged herself to do it again, going through the shameful action of having her skirt rise up, revealing only her thin panties between her thighs, until she reached Takashi’s right hand.

“Ya?” Satomi turned her reddened face to look back in confusion as Takashi’s right hand was placed lower than before. (Too much, too much! I have to put myself in a more humiliating position…) Satomi, who was complaining and looking at Takashi’s face, only got a cool look and expression from Takashi. (I see.) Satomi had no choice but to ignore her own realization and spread her feet further apart, bending them even further backward: (Not quite…) But the moment she managed to reach it, Satomi was naturally unable to stand in such an unreasonable position, and as a result, her body fell backward. As a result, her feet were spread wide apart, exposing the entirety of her skirt to the students in front of her.

Naturally, the girls don’t spare Satomi from laughing at her shameful costume.

“Don’t, Satomi, is it fun to spread your thighs so someone can see between your thighs?”

“In those panties? Bummer!”

“It’s unbelievable how the cloth is sinking into the seam of the strands.”

Satomi gritted her teeth and stood up amidst the scorn and ridicule that surrounded her. However, Satomi’s stoic response resulted in inciting the sadistic hearts of the 3rd year girls: (Ah, that’s not enough, you’ll have to be even more humiliated if you don’t act like you’re so proud of yourself!)

Following the process of soft gymnastics, Satomi continued her demented performance with the crowd watching. The thin blouse in question allowed her breasts to show through, causing Satomi’s cheeks to stay as red as fire. It was then time for the final duo maneuver, which involved the two of them back to back, arms crossed, taking turns carrying each other on their backs, and now it was Satomi’s turn to do the standard maneuver as well. Michiyo gave Takashi a meaningful smile, and Takashi returned the sight with the same smile.

“No, don’t do it anymore…” Satomi whimpered the moment Takashi stepped behind Satomi to form a slap block.

To carry Satomi on her back and make the shape of her breasts stand out even more, it would have to be someone with a strong wrist like Takashi. When carrying her body on her back, it would be a sure way to have a more exaggerated pose in the sight of the 2nd and 3rd year students.

“No, don’t mess around…”

However, Takashi simply ignored Satomi’s pleas. “Okay…” As soon as he said that, his body was bent forward, while Satomi on his back became bent backward until her feet left the ground.

“Enough!” Satomi screamed. The full shape of her breasts emerged, her nipples protruding more clearly than ever.

“Don’t be picky, Shiraishi! It’s not enough!” Kobayashi scolded and tsked.

Takashi’s body bent forward even more until it was 90 degrees. In other words, Satomi’s body was already horizontal. And Satomi couldn’t even try to close her feet together to protect her femur in this position.

“Awesome, the panties are totally visible!”

“The cloth is still sunk deep into the flesh!”

The excited voices of the boys in front of her made Satomi scream, “That’s enough, it won’t work!”

However, Takashi’s actions were even more brutal. (It’s too late to beg for mercy, Satomi. Don’t you dare to be afraid of us. If you want to hate us, hate Michiyo!) Takashi went even further and pulled Satomi’s wrist forward.

At that instant, there were three consecutive “pops, pops, pops”, and the buttons of Satomi’s blouse popped off. This was the result of Takashi pulling the tiny blouse to its limit, and that was also the reason why Michiyo had chosen such a small size.

As a result, the upper part of Satomi’s breasts were exposed. The white, stretched and inflated to the limit, Satomi, whose hands were held by Takashi, naturally couldn’t cover them, and the red neckerchief hanging down from the center of the exposed cleavage made it even more erotic to look at.

“No… yada yada yada yada!” And of course, Takashi didn’t let go, maintaining his still motion, with his vacuumed breasts under his tight blouse on display to the audience. The 3-year old students who saw Satomi’s snow-white breasts for the first time were breathing heavily.

“Okay, this time it’s Satomi’s turn to resume the initial position.” The 3rd year girl laughed softly as she ordered Satomi, and that soft laugh had the intention of anticipating even more piercing and intense behavior.

（Satomi, are you ashamed to have your breasts seen? But we’re not going to let you go just yet. We’re not going to stop here.) Even the 3rd graders became like Michiyo, and wanted Satomi to fall into a hell of shame, waiting to hear even more humiliating gasps.

PART-29

Noticing the ill will of the 3rd year girls, Satomi stared at them. Forget about the boys, but as a girl, Satomi hated the idea of being ashamed of herself in that way…

Satomi’s reproachful glare also drew a sensitive reaction from the 3rd grade girls.

“What, what kind of vision is that?”

“Yeah, if you have any complaints about Mr. Kobayashi’s instruction just say so.”

“The nipples are visible and she’s still not reacting, so it doesn’t seem like enough!”

Looking at the 3rd year girl’s reproachful eyes, which in turn caused an even more intense reaction from the other girl, Satomi decided on her own to fall into the hell of shame.

It ended with Satomi, at the even more mischievous orders of the 3rd year girls, bending forward to over 90 degrees with her Takashi on her back, and not only her lower pussy, but the audience in front of her pretty much got a full view of her snow white breasts.

(Da, everyone is looking at my breasts… I’m in the middle of a class, and I’m wearing this shameful costume in front of everyone…) Satomi was battling with the certainty of death and humiliation inside.

After soft gymnastics, at Michiyo’s request, a class vs. class volleyball match was played. There were two representatives of each gender from the 2nd year 1 group and the 3rd year 1 group, and they played a 25-point match. Of course, Satomi was one of the representatives of the 2nd year group.

“Satomi, work hard!”

“Cute ass sticks out, can’t stand it!”

“When the string of the panties breaks, it’s all exposed, isn’t it shameful?”

“Join the punishment game, it can be more fun.”

“Oi oi, Satomi, the exhibitionist in the gym.”

“Yes, earlier on the roof… this…”

Surrounding Satomi were her classmates, but they were giving out blatant jeers and disgusting glances.

Just as the spectators in the back were admiring Satomi’s catching stance, Kobayashi added a rule: the losing team, the one who played the worst will be penalized.

The punishment was a simple one, running around the playground for three weeks, but it was a matter of life and death for Satomi now.

Wouldn’t all the people in the classroom be able to see this shameful gesture, and even the other 2nd years and juniors could see ‘Satomi Shiraishi’s longing’?… Satomi couldn’t stand it any longer just thinking about it. (Enough! How much more humiliating must I be? I have to endure it no matter what…)

Satomi, who was in the center of the back row, saw the fast-flying serve. Satomi reaches out and catches the boy’s powerful serve with a loud pop.

Although Satomi seemed to simply catch the ball, her opponent was not easy, because 4 of the 3rd year students were members of the volleyball team, and their balls were not easy to catch. The opponent then hit the ball, which landed between Satomi and Takahashi on the left side and bounced up high.

“Yes, score 2. Satomi missed!” The male voice counting the points said. (Why me? I’m responsible for this mistake…) With that in mind, Satomi glared at the boys who were tallying the points, but the glare was no longer effective against them.

“That’s because Satomi caught the ball so poorly earlier, giving the other team a great opportunity to kill the ball!”

“Yes, the final responsibility is Satomi’s. Isn’t it?”

“If you lose more than 10 points, you have to run 10 laps around the playground, okay? Sir.”

Satomi is in an even worse situation.

The game was a 25-point match, and the 2-year 1 team had several volleyball players on their side. when Satomi moved to the front row, the volleyball players on both sides were 3-2. (We should utilize this opportunity to win as much as we can.) Satomi ignited a light of hope within her heart.

It was followed by a serve from a 2nd year student. Although the girl from the other team’s volleyball team caught it, the strong hit made the opponent’s counterattack powerless, and it was a great opportunity for Satomi.

“Satomi, coming!” Michiyo, who was standing next door, urged, and Satomi leapt up.

But this instant.

“Yikes, Ms. Satomi, this time the panties are all showing!”

“Is jumping that high an intentional show-off?”

“The chest is pulled tight, it’s not working!”

The 3rd grader let out a scoff.

This moment, however, causes Satomi’s feet to shrink. When it was her opponent’s turn, (What should I do?) Satomi jumped up to the fence in a panic, (Please, don’t hit it this way…) and prayed inwardly.

But the opponent was a member of the volleyball team, so of course she didn’t miss this perfect opportunity. Satomi’s sharp dunked ball passed through her fingertips and landed on the ground, and when it landed, Satomi’s skirt was greatly rolled up, and the lower half of her body, wearing T-back panties, was exposed, and there was the situation that the spectators had been waiting for, and the breasts under the vacuumed blouse, which had lost three buttons, were also shaking fiercely.

“Yikes!” Satomi scrambled to press her skirt under this something-equals-nothing dress.

“Yes, Satomi-kun lost a total of 5 points.”

“Takahashi-kun in 2nd place only lost 2 points, I think!”

“You’re the class president, be serious, don’t be sloppy, you won’t get away with it!”

“How about if you lose more than 20 points, you have to walk 10 laps around the playground upside down?”

“Don’t, wouldn’t the whole chest be exposed?”

“Enjoyed it, didn’t you? Satomi.”

Instant jeers rang out from the girls, while Kaoru remained sad and silent.

“What’s wrong, Shiraishi? If you keep this up, you’re bound to be penalized… I’ll tell you what, your points can be used to offset the points you lose, so work hard!” Kobayashi felt pity for stating the rule change. In fact, he had changed the rules because it would be difficult for him to explain to people if he let a girl high school student dressed like this walk in the playground.

After Satomi regained her hope, Satomi still tried her best to hold the position, no matter that most of her breasts were exposed, and her ass in T-back panties was exposed under her skirt when she jumped up. And Michiyo even cooperated with her many times, holding the ball for her so that she could score. Satomi naturally didn’t understand the reason for this, and the 3rd graders’ hopes that Kobayashi would show them even more shame and embarrassment were dashed.

Although Satomi completely showed this kind of dementia, the result of her efforts, she was exempted from punishment. The one who fought the worst was Takahashi.

“Everyone, I’m sorry.” With that said he ran off.

The 3rd hour of joint PE with the 3rd graders is over and the 4th hour of class is just the 2nd year 1 group.

For Satomi, the humiliation of showing her shameful pose in front of the 3rd year students was over, the humiliating run in the playground was avoided, and she wasn’t afraid of the 3rd year students looking at her nipples under the vacuumed blouse, but the momentary relief was soon replaced by uneasiness. (There was only one group of 2nd year students in the 4th hour class, so they would be even more brutal… Well, but Mr. KIM was there too, so it would be fine, wouldn’t it?)

But that faint expectation was also completely dashed.

The 4th hour class continued with a volleyball match, which was now changed to a boys and girls match as per Kobayashi’s instructions. The men’s section members were also in the volleyball section, so they were restricted from serving the ball.

Out of the 7 girls, Kobayashi chose 6 other than Kaoru. The rules of the punishment game were the same as earlier, and that meant that Satomi had the possibility of running 3 laps around the playground in this getup and falling into a hell of shame.

(Excessive! Mr. Kobayashi. Why do you always do what Michiyo says?) Although Satomi was angry inside, protesting to Michiyo and Kobayashi would only backfire, so she was silent. (No matter what, I’ll try to get more points this time.) Getting points is the only way to escape from Michiyo, Satomi said desperately to herself.

Michiyo looked at Satomi with a smile: (Satomi-san, work hard, your fate is in your own hands! But there’s still a long way to go before the end of the 4th hour class, I’m going to make sure you get a taste of shame). And following the target, she looked at Satomi’s skirt.

The start of the match was more grueling than Satomi could have imagined, with Satomi becoming the target of concentrated attacks no matter what position she was in. The audience watched happily as the beauty of Satomi’s demented state was displayed before their eyes.

As this continued, Satomi’s steps became heavier and she lost more points. Satomi’s uniform became semi-transparent after absorbing the sweat, and the pink color of her barely covered nipples was clearly visible. Kobayashi forgot his position as a teacher and swallowed hard.

“Satomi, go on, you’ve seen it all!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just our own people now.”

“It’s an exhibitionist anyway, no need to hide it anymore.”

The boys scoffed without a care in the world. The stronger the shame of their beautiful classmate, whose cheeks were leaking red, the happier they were.

(I’ll never lose!) Satomi jumped up with even more vigor and effort under the boys’ ridicule. But the tokusatsu didn’t cooperate, making her powerless to snap in the air. (How could this happen?) As a result, Satomi could only barely touch the ball, and when she landed, her ass was naturally in full view, and even though she had already been seen many times by the class, she was still mortified.

As a result of killing the ball in an unreasonable position, Satomi loses her balance and falls to the ground. Satomi scrambled to her feet, but the result was unexpected: the buttons of her skirt fell off. As a result of this, the skirt zipper, which was a full size too small, came undone, and Satomi’s skirt slipped down to her feet.

“Oooooh, Satomi, finally showing all your bottoms!”

“Wow, can’t believe it!”

The audience instantly sneers at Satomi, who shows her lower underwear.

“No, don’t!” Her cheeks turning red, Satomi bent her knees and picked up her skirt, desperately trying to pull on the waist zipper, but the already damaged buttons failed her.

Once the skirt had fallen once more, it was removed by Michiyo as she pressed against Satomi and threw it between the audience.

“Do what? Satomi. There’s not much time left, so hurry up and get on with it!” She urged as she returned to her position.

“Too, too much, how can you play volleyball in that getup?”

Satomi desperately begged, even though she had already been shown her naked body by all of the 2 years and 1 year group, Mr. Kobayashi hadn’t yet. (Absolutely not! I absolutely don’t want this.) With her hands pressing the panties between her thighs in a deadly manner, she walked towards the boy holding the skirt, but Satomi was stopped by the voice of Yan Reed.

“Hey, Shiraishi! There’s not much time left! If you walk off the field, you’ll be punished by doing the punishment game and standing upside down in the playground for 10 weeks in this getup. And you’ll fail this semester for sure if you give up on class, got it?” Teacher Kobayashi now talks tough. It was better to say that it was a forced behavior of Michiyo who was afraid of holding Kobayashi’s own weaknesses, than it was an arbitrary spontaneous behavior of wanting to see Satomi fall into the hell of shame.

Following the fight for points, the audience admired the half-naked girl playing volleyball. The top half of her body is only a tight blouse without three buttons, and the vacuum inside reveals almost half of her breasts, making it extremely pleasant. And the bottom half of her body was only a white T-back panty in a sensational position. Satomi put up with this shameful costume and went for the kill, finally scoring and losing 5 to 5. (I don’t know if she could win…) But even if she did, as long as she wasn’t the one who lost the most points, she wouldn’t have to run around the playground, and that was Satomi’s last hope.

The heat of the match continued, but… Satomi was left with no clothes on her upper body, as the remaining buttons had fallen off during her earlier assassination, leaving Satomi’s breasts completely exposed. As a result, Michiyo took away her blouse for interfering with the game, and her upper body was left with nothing but a red neckerchief.

As a result, with only a red scarf on her upper body and a pair of T-back panties on her lower body, Satomi, who was almost completely nude, was desperately trying to cover her breasts with both hands. However, Michiyo would not let Satomi off the hook, and asked Satomi to play volleyball with her breasts completely exposed. Even the 2nd year students, who had already seen Satomi’s even more shameless posture, were still staring at those white breasts, especially the cute pink nipples on them.

(Please don’t look!) Satomi felt the disgusting sight of everyone, but couldn’t hide it with her hands.

In order to incite Satomi’s sense of shame even more, in the following matches, whenever the girls attacked, they were sure to hold the ball above Satomi so that she could dunk it. In order to catch the ball, Satomi had to walk from side to side. The way the girl with her breasts exposed and only a pair of panties was walking around playing volleyball made Kobayashi forget his position as a gym teacher and look at Satomi’s shameful face and her body beauty.

“Satsuki-kun, work hard!”

“Really, it feels good to have someone look at your boobs, doesn’t it?”

“Halfway through the fight already this costume, is it bad to take it all off? Let people see!”

“It’s so nice to look at Satomi’s ass and boobs!”

Her classmates, who had been so kind a week ago, were now laughing at her. Satomi closed her ears and did not listen, but she rushed to the ball that had been lifted up, (Try hard, Satomi!) (Try hard, Satomi!) She tried her best to kill the ball.

“Ah, that’s good, Satomi-sama. Try harder to attack!”

“Yeah! The cloth is sinking between the strands during the TO and the snap!”

Satomi, who was in the middle of killing the ball, heard the class bursting into laughter, (everyone could see it!) Satomi’s weak-minded condition intensifies.

PART-30

Regardless of the standard of the tokusatsu, the result of Satomi’s desperate kills made the score 13 to 10 in favor of the girls. If the girls lost, Satomi would be forced to run three laps around the playground for being the worst player. (No matter what, I have to win…) Satomi pushed herself to prevent her obsession from recurring.

However, on the following kill, the worst thing that happened to Satomi was that the ball was off by more than 1 meter. The ball was off by more than 1 meter, and Satomi was barely able to kill the ball, but the ball still fell short, and the blame for missing the ball was naturally on Satomi.

Just as Satomi lost her balance and fell to the ground, a hand instantly reached out and pulled the string on the side of Satomi’s panties. It was Michiyo’s hand.

“Wait, what the hell? Get up!” Saying so, he also grabbed the rope on the side with all his might.

(Well, Satomi-sama, we’re getting closer and closer to today’s climax… I’m so happy…) A small smile hung on Michiyo’s lips.

As expected, the result of pulling on the rope was that the rope on the side of the panties snapped off with a pop, and the audience who were waiting to see Satomi naked let out a whimper-like cheer.

“No, don’t!” Satomi shouted, both hands desperately reaching for the broken rope. But Satomi’s wrists were simply grabbed by two girls, who looked at each other and pressed Satomi down regardless of her resistance.

“Then…” With that, I pulled Satomi up, regardless of the fact that the string of her panties had broken. Luckily, the panties were soaked with sweat and didn’t fall down around her waist.

However, it was impossible for Satomi to feel at ease: “No, stop!”

The audience became even more excited when they heard the beautiful girl… screaming in a nearly naked costume with only a pair of torn panties around her waist.

But what unfolded afterward betrayed the audience’s expectations. The light and thin panties didn’t fall down, and the spectators sighed in frustration as the thin panties stuck firmly to the waist after getting wet and sweaty. At the same time, however, the audience sighed in frustration, but at the same time, the obscene expectations rose even higher: Satomi would have to kill the ball at least 8 more times in this condition, and there was no way that the panties, which had broken the string, wouldn’t fall down.

Following that, it looked like that expectation would be realized. Next, the boys’ serves were a bit slower, and the following ball naturally went over Satomi’s head. (Don’t… don’t…) Satomi hated everyone, but she couldn’t do anything without hitting the ball, (Don’t…) praying desperately that her panties wouldn’t fall down, she started hitting the ball.

“Snap!” It was a good snap like the sound of a kill, but the result of that action caused the panties to detach from her waist and fall down at the same time as Satomi hit the ground, and finally Satomi was exposed to the crowd’s surroundings in a completely nude position, except for the red neckerchief on her body and the shoes and socks on her feet.

“No, don’t!”

“Oh!”

“No, unbelievable!”

Watching calls and screams went off at the same time. Satomi hurriedly tried to retrieve the panties, but Satomi was being held by Michiyo in the back. One step quicker than Satomi, who was wobbling on her feet, Michiyo removed the panties and threw them at the boys. “Satomi’s too good to be true, and the next service is on you.” After saying that coldly, she returned to her position.

“This, this, that…” Satomi covered her breasts and secret area with her hands, (I’m naked… what should I do?) She couldn’t even cry out in shame. But we were still in the middle of a volleyball match, and no one was going to undress Satomi. If I gave up the match, I would be penalized, so I had to run 3 laps of the playground in this costume… There was no solution no matter how I thought about it.

“First, sir! Please let me go…” Satomi matched her eyes to Kobayashi’s pleas for mercy.

Not only Satomi, but all the students looked at Kobayashi in unison, causing him to be a little shaken. If the fact that the students were playing volleyball in the nude was revealed, even to the media, Kobayashi would have no future. However, it would be just as dangerous to stop now, as the Michiyo’s, who held Kobayashi’s weaknesses, would retaliate against him in full force, and the other students wouldn’t stop there either. Kobayashi looked at the beautiful naked girl with moist pupils in front of him with confusion.

“What did you say? Class president. You’ll have to run in the playground as usual if you don’t race properly. That’s right, the exhibitionist Satomi is trying to get completely naked under this blue sky, isn’t she?” Such pungent speech was indeed coming from Michiyo’s mouth. Then she continued to say to Kobayashi, who was staring at her blankly, “Mr. Kobayashi, please continue with your lesson, the volleyball match has to go on. Satomi likes to be naked, so there’s nothing we can do about it. Isn’t that right? Everyone.”

The last sentence was addressed to the audience, who nodded in panic at Michiyo’s cruel statement.

“Get it? Satomi. The game goes on, got it? Okay, it’s your turn to serve.” Michiyo purposely boasted about her victory and said, throwing the ball at Satomi.

Satomi couldn’t think fast enough to grab the ball with both hands in a panic, and then put the ball between her legs as a way to cover up her shameful outfit of total nudity.

“Satomi-kun, where’s the sudden big giveaway? Waiting for your next performance ah!” Takahashi’s speech drew laughter from the silent audience, collectively tormenting a young girl with joking words.

“What service is there in following?”

“It’s very colorful!”

“I’ll see about pretending to be a nurse!”

“What’s that? To make her masturbate!”

The boys no longer see her as a classmate. The mournful, shy beauty’s standing fully nude only drew even higher lust for conquest from the men.

“Let’s thoroughly enjoy yah! Satomi.”

“Full nudity makes us look good and happy then.”

“Hurry up with the next service!”

“Enough with the dry run in the playground.”

(Wow! The whole school watched theirs run naked in the playground?!)

“Hey, Satomi, having fun?” The girls didn’t sympathize a bit. And because of the excitement of seeing the boys, the flames of jealousy burned even more. The only person Satomi could rely on, Kaoru, was left to watch in agonizing impotence.

Satomi, who thought that there wasn’t even one person to help her, took the ball and walked to the serving position, and that way the boys surrounded the completely naked Satomi in a very close proximity on the outside of the court.

Satomi is in the middle of this stage, completely naked as a stripper, shamed to the point of foot shaking in this unusual situation.

Breasts and pubic hair all exposed, surrounded by boys… A costume that would make a woman feel ashamed, displayed in front of her classmates in such close proximity, and in the middle of a volleyball game in gym class.

(How did this happen?…) After looking around, Satomi managed to serve the ball.

“Yes!” The boys around us shouted like that. The vision of a beautiful girl playing volleyball completely naked, and the feeling of the girl dying of shame, serving the ball in front of the boys’ eyes… it was unbearable.

The following 10 minutes are completely Satomi’s stage alone, and can be said to be Satomi’s great activity alone without a doubt. Satomi plays the role of a nude volleyball player and is exposed in such an obsessive manner. With only a red scarf around her neck, Satomi, running around naked, playing volleyball, fulfills the dream of boys. And the girls were all sad when they saw Satomi, who was so ashamed that she was blushing, running around.

Unlike Satomi’s previous efforts, the situation of the match had changed. The boys scored a lot of points as a result of fighting hard in disgust with the situation, and that was naturally because Satomi couldn’t be spared.

When the shofu sounded, the men’s team won 25-20. Satomi, whose hopes of winning were finally dashed, hung her head helplessly. (I’ve lost… what should I do? Is there no other way?) Satomi prayed like that and looked around. Now that the other classes, especially the first years, were going to see her completely naked, Satomi wanted to avoid it in any way she could.

“Department, the result of the match, it’s too bad.” The one who spoke was the mastermind Michiyo. A flash of anticipation appeared in the audience’s eyes.

“Then, Miss Satomi please run 3 laps of the playground. But don’t you mind if that neckerchief gets in the way? Or would it be more comfortable to take it all off?”

“No, really don’t! I’m sorry, please leave me alone!” Satomi clutched her completely naked body with both hands, desperately pleading. She wasn’t the only one, Michiyo also looked back at the audience, desperately sending her sights towards Kobayashi.

“Can it be changed to something else please? I beg you all.” Satomi said miserably to spare her life.

At that moment, Kazuhiko, who had crossed eyes with Michiyo, walked over to Kobayashi and whispered in his ear. Kobayashi nodded his head 2 or 3 times, while Satomi looked on uneasily.

As Kazuhiko finished speaking, Kobayashi spoke again, “Well, Shiraishi, that punishment was changed to something else, so no more talking about it.” Satomi nodded. The audience waited with amusement to see what kind of foolishness the young girl would reveal this time.

“There is no way out. Instead, we’ll practice serving, which was too weak before, and the rule is: you have to score 10 points regardless of your serve or kill. The opponent is the men’s team, and both serve and kill must hit within 1 meter of the center of the men’s team. Understand?”

Satomi had to serve and kill at least 10 times in full nude attire in very close view of the boys.

(I’m sure it won’t end like this, it has to be even more humiliating for myself.) But Satomi didn’t protest to the teacher and nodded her head accepting the fact.

(To escape this hell of shame a moment sooner, I must get 10 points…) Satomi took the ball and walked to the serving position.

Although she had been naked for more than 10 minutes, she was not used to it, but was even more ashamed of it. The viewers of the fully nude Satomi were endlessly admiring the innocent girl gasping for breath under the abuse.

“Hey, Satomi, this is the way to end it, you’re pathetic!” Michiyo said, and citing discomfort, she walked to the front of the gymnasium’s warehouse and took out her camcorder to capture Satomi’s demented state: “It’s really pathetic!”

But anyone could see that Michiyo had no sympathy in her eyes.

No more previews. Anyway, underneath the blue skies and snow, the most abominable and obnoxious things are red scarves, socks and shoes. Damn the author, why don’t you burn and cut up the red scarves, socks and shoes that are so repulsive? It is really too much, too much!

(to be continued)