Chapter 1: The Chemistry Exam
The sun began to rise, and with it came a vibrant warmth. As the sunshine blanketed the world, water evaporated into the air like misty ribbons of silk dancing in the breeze. Upwards they ascended to meet fluffy white clouds who acted as captains of a blue sky ship, while a symphony of birds sang from high treetops and acted as the conductor's wand - declaring spring had arrived.
Kakeda was spellbound by his surroundings, as if nothing else mattered; a smile that belonged there sparked on his face. Surrounded by friends, he chatted with ease - his cheeks rosy from the joys shared between them. The air had a sweet smell of cinnamon as more people filled into the room. He couldn't help but felt an unknown energy within himself; was this happiness?
The minutes passed and so did the teacher, leaving behind a classroom full of bustling students and their uncontrolled energy. It was truly a rare sight.
The room was tense. Every eye in the classroom drew towards Ms. Thundermarch, a feared and reviled teacher who had an unshakable reputation for ferocity and complete contempt for her pupils. Red flames danced in her eyes as she surveyed the class, searching for a student brave enough to provide an answer to an unfathomable question even the world's most intelligent mastermind wouldn't know.
Suddenly, Michiko's pocket began to vibrate. He sneakily glanced at his phone as a text message appeared on the screen -- "I know what you did". Kakeda had used an alternate number that no one knew of, threatening to reveal the truth if anyone were to try and outrank him.
2 days ago
Five choices, one student in distress. No prizes for guessing who it was. Scholarship was on the line. High expectations were on the line. It felt as if everything she had worked so hard for was about to slip from her grasp with just one wrong move on this fateful day. Let her decipher Edgar Allan Poe's poems and short stories, recite the entire anatomy and physiology of the heart or solve functions and polynomials but chemistry? Not today!
Seated quietly at the back of the class, her chest tightened as every second passed by. Desperate times called for desperate measures: cheating was her only shot at redemption; not that she wanted it to come to that. But what choice did she have? Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself against whatever fate awaited her.
This was just going to be a onetime thing, right...? Right. Naturally, fleshy pink lips arched a rather craven smile; hazel-hued eyes stared at the bubble sheet, now accompanied with the test paper. She then bit her bottom lip after a swift glimpse underneath her desk was taken.
"Alright, class. You may begin."
˗ˏˋ TOCK. ˊˎ˗
Serpentine-like fingers slithered beneath and slid the cellular phone close and a yellow pad paper to which contained the possible answers. With her phone she opened an app that could easily solve stoichiometry through just a tap: a chemical reaction calculator. Thus, it began. Tap after tap, the graphite of a bright yellow orange pencil shaded the answers. To make things less suspicious, she solved - or at least 'tried' to solve - from her scratch paper. She even purposely answered a few items wrong.
As soon as the examination ended, the desperation that was written in her eyes got replaced by exhilaration. She was so relieved that it was already over. Looking around her fellow students, a rather coy smile graced her lightly glossed lips. No one saw a thing.
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Her friends, like a colony of bees, then swarmed around her seat and shared all of the latest buzz. From the so-called 'bubbles' printed on a sheet, she was now on her usual bubbly and wholesome self. This went on until the second class, Algebra, started.
˗ˏˋ BEEP. ˊˎ˗
Absentmindedly, her ears heard the notification, eyes then glanced on the screen of her cellular phone. Hazel orbs widened in horror upon seeing a text. Imagine the terror of five words that told a harrowing story: I, know, what, you, did. She was no longer paying attention to her circle of friends. This had to be a text that was sent by a mistake. She could have sworn that no one saw her, not even their teacher. She cautiously looked around her and simply witnessed the chaotic liveliness of the classroom.
"Oi, Michiko. What's wrong?"
"I... I-I'll be back in a sec," a soft voice, ever delicate, whispered out.
Standing up, soles from her school shoes began to step against the flooring. She scampered out of the classroom and into the girls' restroom. Hands gripped on the marbled sink; eyes stared on her reflection. It was difficult to breathe again. Slowly but surely, composure was regained before she picked up her phone and read the message again. She began to deduce the possibilities. She thought of the chance of being a mistaken text at first.
She then thought about the people who knew of her contact number. But it just did not add up.
'Now or never,' the star-crossed student named Michiko Megumi thought, mustering up the courage to respond.
➥ Who is this?
"Chemistry exam" Kakeda replied ignoring her question.
Those two words was hopefully enough to baffle and confuse the female into submission. The algebra class was smooth sailing from the get go, the students either taking notes or not except for Kakeda who has been motivated to catch her off guard. His phone vibrated, a text was sent to him, yet he didn't want to read and reply just yet. He wanted to let that phrase dangle for a moment before sending a reply after 10 minutes.
"Yellow Pad Paper".
He refused to answer her questions but instead he gave her the impression that somebody knew her dirty deed. Kakeda for a fact knew she hid her phone underneath her desk, which she used for cheating.
She thought nobody knew but now everyone in her class was a suspect. Kakeda didn't want to let her dirty deed just be forgotten. She practically stole something from him and it was his top 1 rank.
Seeing she was under his spell, there was an explosion in his brain. The good sort. The type of excitement that carries more possibilities than he could be conscious of but there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity he could feel it. It was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting his feet.
Whatever was ahead could be a great excitement, but there could be tears, but it was his adventure to take and so he smiled. The ideas would come, probably when he least expected it...as Kakeda stepped forward into the unknown, on what fate will bring their way?
Blackmailed by the School Hearthrob
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Chapter 2: Panties Down
As if she thought the situation couldn't be any scarier, the secret sender just had to burst whatever bubble of hope that Michiko had. Reading the next text was more than a mere confirmation. It didn't take long before she went back inside the classroom. For a second or two, a pair of greenish-brown eyes surveyed the sea of students - that included meeting Kakeda's greenish ones. She then sat down on her seat, trying her best to keep her composure. She was, ironically, failing. She couldn't even pay attention in her Algebra class anymore. Thoughts were filled with "what if's" and whatnot. With cat-like stealth, curiosity was killing her softly, and so she texted back again.
➥ How?
She waited, waited, and waited. Anticipation was going to be the death of her. Jittery fingers anxiously, passing playfully, fiddled with her pen. After ten minutes, which felt as if it had been hours, phone vibrated an answer which immediately caused her temperature to rise up. Embarrassed, she didn't how to reply back after being slapped with the reality of the situation she was now in.
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"Ms. Megumi. Something wrong?" The teacher asked as some of the students also felt the slight difference of her actions today.
She was docile and quiet as a the lake. There was curious gazes that was sent on her direction. Kakeda enjoyed the sight of the frantic girl infront of him. She kept looking around just to see everything at the ordinary. To not bring attention to himself, Kakeda took his time before sending one more text.
"There's no point in hiding. You'll just make it worst" He casually sent a text before quickly hiding his phone on his pocket.
He'd let her overthink before sending a quick reply. His heart beat racing as he couldn't believe she was on his grasp.
"Just be a good girl and do exactly what I wrote. After this class, at lunch, you are to go to the janitor's closet. Leave your panties on the floor and get out as quickly as possible".
Kakeda sent the text in an instant as his cheeks began to redden. There was no way she would do that but if she would, it could be the start of something inevitable. Kakeda honestly can't wait for the bell to ring. Especially right now that he knew he would have full control of her and against her will. Kakeda had told his friends to eat without him, telling them that he had more important things to do. All of his friends seemed confused as to why he became distant for lunch but decided to just went with it knowing Kakeda would always change moods. Picking up his bag, he made sure to let her go first as he did want to let her think about what she got herself into. Somehow this could be his revenge.
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"No, not- not... at all," the female student, who was usually attentive and interactive, answered. It was another miserable attempt to be even-tempered.
One notification after another, Michiko did not dare to look at the secret sender's texts anymore. She simply had to survive the class period. No matter how much she was acting rather odd in the eyes of the entire class. Her circle of friends was no exception to this.
As soon as Algebra ended, a silent gulp led her to wish that the class didn't end. Majority of the students were already picking up their bags and books, leaving the room - except the helpless brunette.
"You guys go ahead. I'll just check on something."
Upon glancing on the screen, the risen temperature throughout her body had managed to create a beautiful disaster; cheeks blushed a powdered rose color. She was in utter disbelief, especially of what she was told to do. Never in her entire life had she done something so risky and risqué. Mouth, opened to the slightest, her breath hitched. She grabbed her stuff, wore the straps of her backpack, and hurried out of the classroom but was broken off by running into another classmate: Kakeda Tachinaba. Hazel eyes that were stapled on the floor met the gorgeous, green ones of his.
Bowing lightly to him.
"Sorry. Thank you," she muttered before she exited through the doorway.
➥ What if I refuse?
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Kakeda went out of the class and walks to the path where the janitor's closet is located until he crossed paths with his victim.
"No worries" He said plainly before walking away.
He did plan on waiting just across the hallway near the janitor's closet but to him, it would easily give her an impression that the secret sender was him all along.
With this he just continued walking until he reached the library. Wanting to keep his identity hidden, he made sure to sit just at the edge of the room, to prevent any eyes from him and his phone. He sat casually there and waited for her reply. Refuse? This female still doesn't know her place. Maybe a quick reminder will do its job.
"Refuse? Oh my. What if mommy finds out her perfect cute daughter decided to cheat Chemistry exam? I'm sure she wouldn't like that. Her reputation could also be at risk" He replied.
With a smirk Kakeda decided to send her one more.
"5 minutes"
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With what's left of her assertion, Michiko wanted to put up a fight. This was downright blackmail. She was self-aware of it. Her text alone was a great indicator that she still was in control. But was she really? The answer to that was a panic-stricken whisper: "No... no; please, no."
The ultimate card was played by the trickster. She imagined the look, not only on her mother's, but also to her father's face. Imagine being the disgraceful daughter, the disapproval in their piercing eyes. There was more to it. She couldn't bear the thought of it.
'Five minutes.'
Within those minutes, no time was wasted. She walked her way through the empty hallways, reaching near the janitor's closet. She then made a stop and looked up at the sign that had 'OFF LIMITS' for non-personnel staff written. Oh, what she was about to do was beyond her own limits - her comfort zone and boundary. Left and right, hazel eyes cautiously looked both sideways before entering inside.
The small, unlit room that encapsulated a strong smell of cleaning supplies and other paraphernalia welcomed her. She wasn't claustrophobic but damn did it feel like she was. Teeth bit down on her bottom lip, long and hard; tears started to well up. Her forehead gently pressed against the closed door. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. But when she remembered what and who was at stake, the inevitable had to be done.
Breath hitched once more as delicate fingers slid beneath her soft thighs, slowly taking off her shorts. She folded it nicely; with a loud zip from her backpack, she then placed it inside. Eyelids shut closed, both middle fingers timidly tugged both sides of her underwear - white, lightly laced. 3, 2, 1. Finally, same serpentine-like fingers stripped her panties, slowly dropping on the floor. Opening her eyes, she left the janitor's office.
➥ I did it.
Oh, she definitely did. No doubt this was her walk-of-shame, clasping onto her skirt.
Her heart pounded in anticipation and fear of what awaited outside - after all that she had done? Was this really worth it? Should she take one step closer towards meeting her fate?
As if she thought the situation couldn't be any scarier, the secret sender just had to burst whatever bubble of hope that Michiko had. Reading the next text was more than a mere confirmation. It didn't take long before she went back inside the classroom. For a second or two, a pair of greenish-brown eyes surveyed the sea of students - that included meeting Kakeda's greenish ones. She then sat down on her seat, trying her best to keep her composure. She was, ironically, failing. She couldn't even pay attention in her Algebra class anymore. Thoughts were filled with "what if's" and whatnot. With cat-like stealth, curiosity was killing her softly, and so she texted back again.
➥ How?
She waited, waited, and waited. Anticipation was going to be the death of her. Jittery fingers anxiously, passing playfully, fiddled with her pen. After ten minutes, which felt as if it had been hours, phone vibrated an answer which immediately caused her temperature to rise up. Embarrassed, she didn't how to reply back after being slapped with the reality of the situation she was now in.
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"Ms. Megumi. Something wrong?" The teacher asked as some of the students also felt the slight difference of her actions today.
She was docile and quiet as a the lake. There was curious gazes that was sent on her direction. Kakeda enjoyed the sight of the frantic girl infront of him. She kept looking around just to see everything at the ordinary. To not bring attention to himself, Kakeda took his time before sending one more text.
"There's no point in hiding. You'll just make it worst" He casually sent a text before quickly hiding his phone on his pocket.
He'd let her overthink before sending a quick reply. His heart beat racing as he couldn't believe she was on his grasp.
"Just be a good girl and do exactly what I wrote. After this class, at lunch, you are to go to the janitor's closet. Leave your panties on the floor and get out as quickly as possible".
Kakeda sent the text in an instant as his cheeks began to redden. There was no way she would do that but if she would, it could be the start of something inevitable. Kakeda honestly can't wait for the bell to ring. Especially right now that he knew he would have full control of her and against her will. Kakeda had told his friends to eat without him, telling them that he had more important things to do. All of his friends seemed confused as to why he became distant for lunch but decided to just went with it knowing Kakeda would always change moods. Picking up his bag, he made sure to let her go first as he did want to let her think about what she got herself into. Somehow this could be his revenge.
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"No, not- not... at all," the female student, who was usually attentive and interactive, answered. It was another miserable attempt to be even-tempered.
One notification after another, Michiko did not dare to look at the secret sender's texts anymore. She simply had to survive the class period. No matter how much she was acting rather odd in the eyes of the entire class. Her circle of friends was no exception to this.
As soon as Algebra ended, a silent gulp led her to wish that the class didn't end. Majority of the students were already picking up their bags and books, leaving the room - except the helpless brunette.
"You guys go ahead. I'll just check on something."
Upon glancing on the screen, the risen temperature throughout her body had managed to create a beautiful disaster; cheeks blushed a powdered rose color. She was in utter disbelief, especially of what she was told to do. Never in her entire life had she done something so risky and risqué. Mouth, opened to the slightest, her breath hitched. She grabbed her stuff, wore the straps of her backpack, and hurried out of the classroom but was broken off by running into another classmate: Kakeda Tachinaba. Hazel eyes that were stapled on the floor met the gorgeous, green ones of his.
Bowing lightly to him.
"Sorry. Thank you," she muttered before she exited through the doorway.
➥ What if I refuse?
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Kakeda went out of the class and walks to the path where the janitor's closet is located until he crossed paths with his victim.
"No worries" He said plainly before walking away.
He did plan on waiting just across the hallway near the janitor's closet but to him, it would easily give her an impression that the secret sender was him all along.
With this he just continued walking until he reached the library. Wanting to keep his identity hidden, he made sure to sit just at the edge of the room, to prevent any eyes from him and his phone. He sat casually there and waited for her reply. Refuse? This female still doesn't know her place. Maybe a quick reminder will do its job.
"Refuse? Oh my. What if mommy finds out her perfect cute daughter decided to cheat Chemistry exam? I'm sure she wouldn't like that. Her reputation could also be at risk" He replied.
With a smirk Kakeda decided to send her one more.
"5 minutes"
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With what's left of her assertion, Michiko wanted to put up a fight. This was downright blackmail. She was self-aware of it. Her text alone was a great indicator that she still was in control. But was she really? The answer to that was a panic-stricken whisper: "No... no; please, no."
The ultimate card was played by the trickster. She imagined the look, not only on her mother's, but also to her father's face. Imagine being the disgraceful daughter, the disapproval in their piercing eyes. There was more to it. She couldn't bear the thought of it.
'Five minutes.'
Within those minutes, no time was wasted. She walked her way through the empty hallways, reaching near the janitor's closet. She then made a stop and looked up at the sign that had 'OFF LIMITS' for non-personnel staff written. Oh, what she was about to do was beyond her own limits - her comfort zone and boundary. Left and right, hazel eyes cautiously looked both sideways before entering inside.
The small, unlit room that encapsulated a strong smell of cleaning supplies and other paraphernalia welcomed her. She wasn't claustrophobic but damn did it feel like she was. Teeth bit down on her bottom lip, long and hard; tears started to well up. Her forehead gently pressed against the closed door. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. But when she remembered what and who was at stake, the inevitable had to be done.
Breath hitched once more as delicate fingers slid beneath her soft thighs, slowly taking off her shorts. She folded it nicely; with a loud zip from her backpack, she then placed it inside. Eyelids shut closed, both middle fingers timidly tugged both sides of her underwear - white, lightly laced. 3, 2, 1. Finally, same serpentine-like fingers stripped her panties, slowly dropping on the floor. Opening her eyes, she left the janitor's office.
➥ I did it.
Oh, she definitely did. No doubt this was her walk-of-shame, clasping onto her skirt.
Her heart pounded in anticipation and fear of what awaited outside - after all that she had done? Was this really worth it? Should she take one step closer towards meeting her fate?
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Chapter 3: Panties Pinned
His phone vibrated. As expected, it was her. It was done. Kakeda instinctively smiled. She was now in his full control. With that, he left the library casually as if he just had gotten bored. He made his way to the hallway and making sure she wouldn't find out he has been stalking her. Everything was indeed going along his plans. Soon enough he was going to break this female and force her to do everything he wanted. Though a part of him do wants to let this slide but thinking of what deed she had to commit to get on top pissed him off more. This was the right time to execute his plans. A plan on revenge and at the same time give him pleasure. He may not force her to tell the truth but he can always break the female into submission.
Once she got out of the room and got away as far as possible, Kakeda went inside the janitor's closet, picked up the panties on the ground with a grin. It had the same smell as her but with a mixed of pee and sweet sweat. He puts it inside his pocket and went out of the room as quickly as possible. Looking around, he made sure no one was following him, worst yet, stalking him. He got inside their classroom once more. Thankfully no one was still there, a perfect time to execute his plans. Using a push pin, he pinned her panty on the chalkboard, making sure the whole length was on full view.
Using a chalk, he drew an arrow pointing at it with the words "CHEATER'S PANTIES" which was written in all caps. He smirked, taking one more time to appreciate his creation before walking out of the room. He walked to the library while sending her a text "Very good. I have a surprise for you later". It didn't take long when the bell rang, students would proceed to go inside their rooms while Kakeda casually went late. Once he got on their classroom, their classmates would be chattering, some giggling and making fun of the panties pinned on the chalkboard. Kakeda sat on his seat with a smirk.
"Who do you think it belongs to?" A classmate, Rin, asked Kakeda with a curious grin.
"I have no idea. But I'm pretty sure she did a big mistake" Kakeda replied, looking at the pinned shameful underwear.
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Appetite was non-existent at this point. What was usually a fun, lighthearted hangout with her friends became a time of solitude. Michiko felt like a paper, drifting away. Her knees were becoming weaker. She spent her entire lunchtime wandering to areas that had little to no students or teachers. It was her way to hide, just take in on what she had done. She couldn't believe it. One moment, she was that studious student that everybody knew. Sweet, charming. Now? She perceived herself to be the opposite. Dirty, lewd. It didn't feel right, but neither cheating.
˗ˏˋ RRRRRING. ˊˎ˗
In sync with the school bell, a notification popped up again. She sighed softly before she mustered the courage to read. Something about the word 'surprise' did not sit well with her. She could only think about the worst possible scenario. Now wasn't the time to dwell in it either, and so Michiko decided to attend the next class.
Step after step, the doorknob was ready to open. She held onto her skirt with her left hand while the other twisted knob open. As soon as the door swung and made a creaking sound, hazel eyes widened in utter horror. Twice, thrice. She blinked three times. There it was, pinned on the chalkboard, her very own underwear. But the secret sender had to go further by labeling it - labeling her as a cheater.
"Michiko! Where'd you eat?"
"Did you get hold up by a student council meeting again?"
"Look at this, Michiko! Can you believe it? I wonder whose panties is this!"
"Great taste, am I right?"
"For a cheater!"
The brunette sucked up every bit of discomfort that was currently running in her veins. It was bold of her not to be shame-faced at this point. She laughed along, smiling; but deep inside, she wanted to bury herself in the ground - less exaggeration, to cry.
"Yeah," she responded, wearing a weak smile.
She nodded along too.
"For a cheater."
After saying those words, Michiko sat down in a cross-legged position.
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"Hey Kakeda, do you think it's someone from our class?"
Daichi, the blonde transferee asks as he pushed his seat closer to Kakeda.
"I'm pretty sure it is. Whoever she is, she is in big trouble".
An innocent smile form in his lips as he watched the female on her seat. He felt like he was on the front seat, enjoying a show, except this was real life. A cute display yet an arousing one. It was obvious she wasn't liking this more so, uncomfortable but he does and wanted to take this opportunity to the next level. It was clear he liked this, her situation turned him on.
Kakeda can't help but just gaze on her, soaking in the warmth of her humiliated form. Soon enough he would break this female into submission. Submission which had no point of return.
But before he could reach his phone, footstep were heard and soon, the teacher arrived. Their Chemistry professor. The first thing he noticed was the undergarment pinned down on the blackboard. He just stared at it for a while, the class was quiet at this point. The teacher finally looked at the class
"We'll thats unfortunate" He giggled as the class burst in laughter.
"Whoever this..... 'thing' belongs to you may want to come up and pick them up. You're gonna get cold" The teacher joked as the class went wild and hysterical.
Kakeda who was staring at her the whole time was indeed entertained.
"Anyway. Quiet down. We have few things to accomplish today" The class was smooth sailing, the panties still pinned on the blackboard.
Somehow, their teacher was also entertained by this as he didn't manage to unpin the underwear infront of the class.
Halfway in the class, Kakeda brought out his phone and sent her a text. A text that would snap her back to reality.
"How does it feel to have everyone see your underwear? Now everyone in our class has seen the school beauty's underwear that has been covering her most intimate part" He teased, wanting to embarrass her more.
"You like showing off right? I gave you a reason to show off, you should thank me atleast"
His words hung in the air as his phone buzzed with a response. What would she say?
His phone vibrated. As expected, it was her. It was done. Kakeda instinctively smiled. She was now in his full control. With that, he left the library casually as if he just had gotten bored. He made his way to the hallway and making sure she wouldn't find out he has been stalking her. Everything was indeed going along his plans. Soon enough he was going to break this female and force her to do everything he wanted. Though a part of him do wants to let this slide but thinking of what deed she had to commit to get on top pissed him off more. This was the right time to execute his plans. A plan on revenge and at the same time give him pleasure. He may not force her to tell the truth but he can always break the female into submission.
Once she got out of the room and got away as far as possible, Kakeda went inside the janitor's closet, picked up the panties on the ground with a grin. It had the same smell as her but with a mixed of pee and sweet sweat. He puts it inside his pocket and went out of the room as quickly as possible. Looking around, he made sure no one was following him, worst yet, stalking him. He got inside their classroom once more. Thankfully no one was still there, a perfect time to execute his plans. Using a push pin, he pinned her panty on the chalkboard, making sure the whole length was on full view.
Using a chalk, he drew an arrow pointing at it with the words "CHEATER'S PANTIES" which was written in all caps. He smirked, taking one more time to appreciate his creation before walking out of the room. He walked to the library while sending her a text "Very good. I have a surprise for you later". It didn't take long when the bell rang, students would proceed to go inside their rooms while Kakeda casually went late. Once he got on their classroom, their classmates would be chattering, some giggling and making fun of the panties pinned on the chalkboard. Kakeda sat on his seat with a smirk.
"Who do you think it belongs to?" A classmate, Rin, asked Kakeda with a curious grin.
"I have no idea. But I'm pretty sure she did a big mistake" Kakeda replied, looking at the pinned shameful underwear.
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Appetite was non-existent at this point. What was usually a fun, lighthearted hangout with her friends became a time of solitude. Michiko felt like a paper, drifting away. Her knees were becoming weaker. She spent her entire lunchtime wandering to areas that had little to no students or teachers. It was her way to hide, just take in on what she had done. She couldn't believe it. One moment, she was that studious student that everybody knew. Sweet, charming. Now? She perceived herself to be the opposite. Dirty, lewd. It didn't feel right, but neither cheating.
˗ˏˋ RRRRRING. ˊˎ˗
In sync with the school bell, a notification popped up again. She sighed softly before she mustered the courage to read. Something about the word 'surprise' did not sit well with her. She could only think about the worst possible scenario. Now wasn't the time to dwell in it either, and so Michiko decided to attend the next class.
Step after step, the doorknob was ready to open. She held onto her skirt with her left hand while the other twisted knob open. As soon as the door swung and made a creaking sound, hazel eyes widened in utter horror. Twice, thrice. She blinked three times. There it was, pinned on the chalkboard, her very own underwear. But the secret sender had to go further by labeling it - labeling her as a cheater.
"Michiko! Where'd you eat?"
"Did you get hold up by a student council meeting again?"
"Look at this, Michiko! Can you believe it? I wonder whose panties is this!"
"Great taste, am I right?"
"For a cheater!"
The brunette sucked up every bit of discomfort that was currently running in her veins. It was bold of her not to be shame-faced at this point. She laughed along, smiling; but deep inside, she wanted to bury herself in the ground - less exaggeration, to cry.
"Yeah," she responded, wearing a weak smile.
She nodded along too.
"For a cheater."
After saying those words, Michiko sat down in a cross-legged position.
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"Hey Kakeda, do you think it's someone from our class?"
Daichi, the blonde transferee asks as he pushed his seat closer to Kakeda.
"I'm pretty sure it is. Whoever she is, she is in big trouble".
An innocent smile form in his lips as he watched the female on her seat. He felt like he was on the front seat, enjoying a show, except this was real life. A cute display yet an arousing one. It was obvious she wasn't liking this more so, uncomfortable but he does and wanted to take this opportunity to the next level. It was clear he liked this, her situation turned him on.
Kakeda can't help but just gaze on her, soaking in the warmth of her humiliated form. Soon enough he would break this female into submission. Submission which had no point of return.
But before he could reach his phone, footstep were heard and soon, the teacher arrived. Their Chemistry professor. The first thing he noticed was the undergarment pinned down on the blackboard. He just stared at it for a while, the class was quiet at this point. The teacher finally looked at the class
"We'll thats unfortunate" He giggled as the class burst in laughter.
"Whoever this..... 'thing' belongs to you may want to come up and pick them up. You're gonna get cold" The teacher joked as the class went wild and hysterical.
Kakeda who was staring at her the whole time was indeed entertained.
"Anyway. Quiet down. We have few things to accomplish today" The class was smooth sailing, the panties still pinned on the blackboard.
Somehow, their teacher was also entertained by this as he didn't manage to unpin the underwear infront of the class.
Halfway in the class, Kakeda brought out his phone and sent her a text. A text that would snap her back to reality.
"How does it feel to have everyone see your underwear? Now everyone in our class has seen the school beauty's underwear that has been covering her most intimate part" He teased, wanting to embarrass her more.
"You like showing off right? I gave you a reason to show off, you should thank me atleast"
His words hung in the air as his phone buzzed with a response. What would she say?
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So unique! Amazing writing. Really my only niggle is that you generally don't see hazel and green-eyed people named Michiko and Kakeda. Also I think you meant Tachibana, not Tachinaba.
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Chapter 4: Bare Underneath
Bad luck after bad luck, today was a series of unfortunate events for Michiko. She really couldn't catch a break, does she? Looks like she wouldn't be anytime soon. The next class was Chemistry - the cherry on top. As soon as Mr. Akio, their chemistry teacher, walked in, she instantly averted her eyes away from him. The atmosphere got intense. What was going to happen? What was he going to say? Knowing his serious demeanor but lighthearted sense of humor, she should've know what was about to occur next.
Jokes, laugher, and uproar. What a symphony of shame it was for her ears. For a second, she rested her elbow on her table and hid her face with her fingers. To anyone who would've seen her, one would think that she had giggled along. But the embarrassment was too much to bear. It didn't help how the class continued on with it in public display - so much for a class that she cheated on, right? It was easy to pretend for a while, listening attentively and jotting down notes on her notebook. Every now and then she would squirm a bit in her seat because of the classroom's temperature and her own. This led her to change her cross-legged position in an opposite manner.
Receiving another notification, hazel hues glared at her phone's screen. Even without reading it, she already knew who it was from: the secret sender. She huffed silently before she texted back - all the while blushing a little.
➥ I already did my part. Just leave me alone.
➥ Please?
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Kakeda who was staring at her the whole time was indeed entertained.
"We have few things to accomplish today. Ill be assigning you to groups and will be required to present in today"
The professor continued on with the class, giving few instructions about the presentation whilst the panty was displayed in front. The class can't help but giggle, chatter and silently make jokes. The teacher assigned them in groups. Unfortunately for her, she was assigned with two of his friends with Kakeda as the leader of the group. The group formed their chairs in circle. Kakeda was seated the opposite side with her, where he can be infront of the victim.
Kakeda tried his best to contain everything that was going on so he could disseminate the task to the group members without her suspecting that he was the culprit. Kakeda was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. He was handsome from his generous opinions to the touch of his hand. Students both lower class men and upper class men loved the way his voice quickened when he sparkled with a new idea.
"Megumi-san? Megumi-san? I said do you have an idea?" Kakeda stared at her, acting like he didn't know what was happening to her.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he walks towards her, leaned down and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
His face was a little closer to her face as he brought his hand down to the side of her neck and back up to her forehead.
"I think she should be the one to report our topic, Kakeda" The other member suggested.
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Group work: a student's lucky break or worst nightmare. For Michiko, it was more than just a nightmare. She somehow clung onto the smallest of hope that Mr. Akio would give all of them a free pass to choose their own groupmates. Her circle of friends already had their eyes on each other which, for a brief moment, made the brunette smirk a bit. She could oversee the presentation without having the need to present at all. Her cheeky little smile, however, was dimmed down by the reality that it wasn't going to be the case.
"As for you Ms. Megumi, you will be paired with- ah, let's see..." Their chemistry teacher then looked around before continuing, "Mr. Sato, Ms. Yamamoto and... Mr. Tachinaba."
Michiko glanced over to the first two students that were mentioned before meeting laying her hazel-hued orbs on Kakeda. If she were to be honest, she wasn't that much close to either any of them. She was well-aware that they had their own circle too. Daichi Sato, the transferee. Kazashi Yamamoto, a girl who behaved in a tomboyish manner. Kakeda Tachinaba, one of the star students - who practically got the looks and the brains.
And there she was, Michiko Megumi, the cheater whose white-laced underwear is still pinned on the chalkboard. Quietly gulping, as soon as she stood, it seemed as if she was losing the strength to even carry her own chair. She had butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't usually like this; but considering the situation she was in, she started to overthink about what could happen - what could go wrong. She somehow managed to lift her chair up and clustered along with her groupmates.
Screechy sounds from chairs made after Mr. Akio instructed them to group themselves in a circle.
"Kindly pick up your chairs, please. Don't drag them. Thank you," he said after letting out a sigh.
Like a well-mannered princess, the brunette gracefully - almost all too carefully - sat down on her chair. Michiko badly wanted to sit in a cross-legged position again; however, Kakeda was already seated across her. She was too mindful about the movement of her legs. Ankles crossed, she had her legs slightly facing on the left instead. She even used the opportunity when the group was discussing about their presentation in order to stealthily fold the side of her skirt underneath her thigh. It wasn't too noticeable. But what Kakeda did notice was her awkward demeanor.
Absentminded, both soft fleshy sides of her face felt as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles. This gave her an appearance of being flushed with fever. She tried her best to listen, to even speak. But it was so difficult for her to concentrate. The gentle cadence of his voice, the gorgeousness of his green eyes. His wits and charm. Michiko would've brought something in the table if she wasn't in her current situation. She simply sat there, bewildered and beguiled.
The moment Kakeda began to walk towards her, reality started to kick in. Heart was racing. He was close - too close. She blinked twice as fast, especially once he leaned closer. She may hide the bareness underneath within her skirt, but she could not hide her burning temperature from him. She then lightly clung on her skirt.
"I'm... fine," she weakly whispered, almost as if she breathed out the answer to his question.
When Kazashi insisted her idea that she should report their topic in Chemistry, Michiko wanted to back out but couldn't. She knew had to contribute something. That was the least that she could do. Standing in front of the class without one's underwear though? It was definitely going to be a different ordeal for her.
"I'm willing to do it."
But what will happen when Michiko stands up in front of the entire class without any underwear on?
Bad luck after bad luck, today was a series of unfortunate events for Michiko. She really couldn't catch a break, does she? Looks like she wouldn't be anytime soon. The next class was Chemistry - the cherry on top. As soon as Mr. Akio, their chemistry teacher, walked in, she instantly averted her eyes away from him. The atmosphere got intense. What was going to happen? What was he going to say? Knowing his serious demeanor but lighthearted sense of humor, she should've know what was about to occur next.
Jokes, laugher, and uproar. What a symphony of shame it was for her ears. For a second, she rested her elbow on her table and hid her face with her fingers. To anyone who would've seen her, one would think that she had giggled along. But the embarrassment was too much to bear. It didn't help how the class continued on with it in public display - so much for a class that she cheated on, right? It was easy to pretend for a while, listening attentively and jotting down notes on her notebook. Every now and then she would squirm a bit in her seat because of the classroom's temperature and her own. This led her to change her cross-legged position in an opposite manner.
Receiving another notification, hazel hues glared at her phone's screen. Even without reading it, she already knew who it was from: the secret sender. She huffed silently before she texted back - all the while blushing a little.
➥ I already did my part. Just leave me alone.
➥ Please?
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Kakeda who was staring at her the whole time was indeed entertained.
"We have few things to accomplish today. Ill be assigning you to groups and will be required to present in today"
The professor continued on with the class, giving few instructions about the presentation whilst the panty was displayed in front. The class can't help but giggle, chatter and silently make jokes. The teacher assigned them in groups. Unfortunately for her, she was assigned with two of his friends with Kakeda as the leader of the group. The group formed their chairs in circle. Kakeda was seated the opposite side with her, where he can be infront of the victim.
Kakeda tried his best to contain everything that was going on so he could disseminate the task to the group members without her suspecting that he was the culprit. Kakeda was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. He was handsome from his generous opinions to the touch of his hand. Students both lower class men and upper class men loved the way his voice quickened when he sparkled with a new idea.
"Megumi-san? Megumi-san? I said do you have an idea?" Kakeda stared at her, acting like he didn't know what was happening to her.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he walks towards her, leaned down and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
His face was a little closer to her face as he brought his hand down to the side of her neck and back up to her forehead.
"I think she should be the one to report our topic, Kakeda" The other member suggested.
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Group work: a student's lucky break or worst nightmare. For Michiko, it was more than just a nightmare. She somehow clung onto the smallest of hope that Mr. Akio would give all of them a free pass to choose their own groupmates. Her circle of friends already had their eyes on each other which, for a brief moment, made the brunette smirk a bit. She could oversee the presentation without having the need to present at all. Her cheeky little smile, however, was dimmed down by the reality that it wasn't going to be the case.
"As for you Ms. Megumi, you will be paired with- ah, let's see..." Their chemistry teacher then looked around before continuing, "Mr. Sato, Ms. Yamamoto and... Mr. Tachinaba."
Michiko glanced over to the first two students that were mentioned before meeting laying her hazel-hued orbs on Kakeda. If she were to be honest, she wasn't that much close to either any of them. She was well-aware that they had their own circle too. Daichi Sato, the transferee. Kazashi Yamamoto, a girl who behaved in a tomboyish manner. Kakeda Tachinaba, one of the star students - who practically got the looks and the brains.
And there she was, Michiko Megumi, the cheater whose white-laced underwear is still pinned on the chalkboard. Quietly gulping, as soon as she stood, it seemed as if she was losing the strength to even carry her own chair. She had butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't usually like this; but considering the situation she was in, she started to overthink about what could happen - what could go wrong. She somehow managed to lift her chair up and clustered along with her groupmates.
Screechy sounds from chairs made after Mr. Akio instructed them to group themselves in a circle.
"Kindly pick up your chairs, please. Don't drag them. Thank you," he said after letting out a sigh.
Like a well-mannered princess, the brunette gracefully - almost all too carefully - sat down on her chair. Michiko badly wanted to sit in a cross-legged position again; however, Kakeda was already seated across her. She was too mindful about the movement of her legs. Ankles crossed, she had her legs slightly facing on the left instead. She even used the opportunity when the group was discussing about their presentation in order to stealthily fold the side of her skirt underneath her thigh. It wasn't too noticeable. But what Kakeda did notice was her awkward demeanor.
Absentminded, both soft fleshy sides of her face felt as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles. This gave her an appearance of being flushed with fever. She tried her best to listen, to even speak. But it was so difficult for her to concentrate. The gentle cadence of his voice, the gorgeousness of his green eyes. His wits and charm. Michiko would've brought something in the table if she wasn't in her current situation. She simply sat there, bewildered and beguiled.
The moment Kakeda began to walk towards her, reality started to kick in. Heart was racing. He was close - too close. She blinked twice as fast, especially once he leaned closer. She may hide the bareness underneath within her skirt, but she could not hide her burning temperature from him. She then lightly clung on her skirt.
"I'm... fine," she weakly whispered, almost as if she breathed out the answer to his question.
When Kazashi insisted her idea that she should report their topic in Chemistry, Michiko wanted to back out but couldn't. She knew had to contribute something. That was the least that she could do. Standing in front of the class without one's underwear though? It was definitely going to be a different ordeal for her.
"I'm willing to do it."
But what will happen when Michiko stands up in front of the entire class without any underwear on?
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Re: Blackmailed by the School Hearthrob
She should be able to present just fine without any underwear on so long as her skirt is long enough.
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