Makoto Niijima sat in the student council room, studiously reviewing her notes on the budget for the upcoming school dance as she looked for any expenditures that could be cut down. The dance was a huge fundraiser for the school and Makoto was determined to turn out as large a profit as possible. As the student council president, it fell on her shoulders to ensure everything ran efficiently, and she wouldn't rest until all the details were planned out accordingly.
It was a beautiful day outside, evident by the bright sunshine filtering in through the window at Makoto's back. Birds chirped cheerfully as they flitted through the air between trees while the many students of Shujin Academy meandered through the quad, glad to be free of classes for the day. Exclamations of joy mixed with the chatter of conversation as friends made plans to walk home or attend their after-school activities. All this was lost on Makoto as she drummed absentmindedly on the table with her fingers, searching for any source of error in the ledgers laid out before her. Suddenly there came a soft knock on the door, but Makoto was so engrossed in her work she failed to notice it. A second, sharper knock finally broke her concentration and she lifted her head.
"Come in!" She said, loud enough for the person outside to hear. The white door to the student council room slid open timidly and one of Makoto's underclassmen stepped forward, closing the door behind him. He was a plain boy, everything about him was unremarkable. Average height, straight spiky black hair, and a face that wasn't ugly but left no significant impression. His name was Mishima, and Makoto's only interactions with the him had been… brief to say the least. Teachers often used Mishima as a sort of messenger boy around campus, sending him to run trifling errands they couldn't be bothered to sacrifice class time for. She assumed this was one such occasion.
"Yes?" Asked Makoto. "What is it?" Mishima stood by the door, awkwardly clutching a small brown envelope in his hand. It took him a second to find his voice as he struggled to maintain eye contact.
"Oh umm, well, this uh, this is for you… I think." Mishima quickly crossed the room and laid the envelope in front of Makoto, dropping it as though she might bite him. Makoto had no idea why Mishima was so afraid of her, to her own knowledge she had never so much as said an unkind word to him.
"Thank you Mishima." She said with a brief smile, returning to her papers. It was usually at this point that Mishima would mummer out some response and make a hasty exit, but he lingered by her side for a moment, his hands fidgeting nervously at edge of his shirt. "Is there… something else?" She asked, not looking up. Mishima usually got his words out better if she didn't look directly at him.
"It's just that um, I don't really uh, I-I don't know where it came from… the package I mean."
"What?" Asked Makoto, now curious.
"It was just, y'know, in my locker today when I went to pack up to go home." Mishima began to stutter as Makoto grabbed the envelope and looked up at him quizzically. "A-a-and it's got y-your name on it… see?" Makoto turned the package over to see that it was true. 'Makoto Niijima' had been neatly written in black pen underneath the sliver clasp that held the envelope closed. The center bulged slightly, indicating the presence of some object within.
"I see." Replied Makoto. "That's quite strange, thank you for bringing this to me."
"Y-yeah at first I was excited, y'know, thinking I had gotten l-like a secret love letter or something, but then I saw y-your name and figured it was meant for you instead hahaha…" There was a moment of silence as Mishima's laugh hung in the air, then he turned on his heel suddenly and made for the door. "W-well I'll be going then." Before Makoto could manage a response Mishima was out of the room and she was alone again.
"Why is he so afraid of me?" She thought to herself. Underclassmen were generally timid around her, but Mishima was on a whole other level. "Do I look mean?" Adults used to tell Makoto that she had a very serious face when she was little, and that people would think she was upset if she didn't smile more. Her hazel eyes were sharp, just like her older sisters, and she had thin, tight lips that naturally curved downward, giving the impression of a frown. Makoto had straight brown hair that fell just past her ears all around her head, save for the front where it was neatly trimmed into bangs that almost reached her eyebrows. She kept her hair pushed behind her ears with a headband so that it wouldn't fall into her eyes while she was working.
With a sigh Makoto undid the clasp on the envelope and tilted the open end over her papers. A small black earpiece tumbled out of the package along with a notecard. The earpiece resembled the ones her father used to wear while on duty as a police officer, though his was much bulkier. Makoto picked up both the earpiece and notecard after she checked that the envelope was empty. A message was written on the card in the same neat handwriting and black ink that was on the envelope.
Queen, put on the earpiece and await further instruction.
Makoto balked at the message and instinctively looked around to make sure she was alone. Queen was the name of the alter ego she used in the Metaverse while operating with the Phantom Thieves. The fact that she was a Phantom Thief was a closely guarded secret that only a handful of people knew about.
"Where did this come from?" She wondered aloud, turning over the earpiece in her fingers. "Mishima said he found it in his locker, did somebody plant it there knowing he would bring it to me? But then, why wouldn't they put it in my locker directly? Maybe they thought it was too risky." Makoto had half a mind to contact the other Phantom Thieves and let them know the team might be compromised but in the end her curiosity got the better of her and she placed the earpiece into the small of her right ear.
"Hello Queen." Came a voice almost immediately, greeting Makoto in a friendly tone. "I see you got my present, that's nice."
"Who is this?" Demanded Makoto.
"Names aren't important right now Queen, for me anyway. Though I suppose for you they are about the most important thing in the world, hm? Tell me, how many people know your true name?" The voice modulated with robotic tones as it spoke, masking the nature of the speaker. As a result, Makoto was unable to deduce anything about the person she was speaking with. Age, gender, accent, all were hidden behind a mask of electronic tones. This was no joke, somebody outside the team had figured out her identity.
"Not many." She replied, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. Makoto eyed a small black bulb hanging down from the ceiling in the corner of the room. "How did you know I received the earpiece? I assume you have access to the school's security cameras?"
"Clever girl." Replied the voice with a laugh. "Oh this is going to be fun Queen, I'm so excited!" Makoto crossed the room to the door and peeked outside, the hallway was empty. She closed the door and walked to the window, shuttering the blinds so that no one could see inside the room.
"Listen, I'll cut to the chase. I know you are a Phantom Thief and unless you want the rest of the world to know as well, you're going to do exactly as I say." The sound of rustling paper came through the earpiece behind the voice. "Makoto Niijima, AKA Queen, Student Council president at Shujin Academy and lead strategist for the Phantom Thieves. Sister to Sae Nijima, Public Prosecutor of the Tokyo District Special Investigation Department at the Public Prosecutors Office. 18 years old, 5'5, type A blood, and what's this here? You're a Taurus. Neat."
"So," replied Makoto, looking up to the security camera with a knot in her gut. "You've done your research; how exactly did you find me?"
"You'll find I'm a very resourceful person Queen, I've been watching your little troupe for some time now. These past few months have been so entertaining!"
"I see, so you're a fan of our work. I always love meeting fans, what should I call you?"
"Didn't I tell you names aren't important for me?"
"Well I have to call you something. How about… Daisy?"
"No!" Cried the voice, indignant. "Ugh, if you need a name call me Diz."
"Immature, and masculine." Thought Makoto. "If I can keep him talking, I can build a profile on him. Stay calm Makoto you can do this."
"Okay Diz, what do you want?" She asked.
"I want you to take a look at yourself Queen, what do you see?" Makoto glanced down at herself, she was dressed in her usual school uniform. A plaid, pleated skirt that hung to her mid-thigh with black tights underneath and matching black boots. On her upper body she wore a simple long-sleeved white shirt with a high collar underneath a black, vest-like blouse.
"I see myself." Replied Makoto. "Just a normal student."
"Oh, but we both know you're so much more than that Queen. What are you wearing underneath that uniform?"
"Underwear." Said Makoto icily.
"Be more descriptive, no points for partial answers." Taunted Diz. Makoto felt a slight heat rise in her cheeks.
"What the point in this question?"
"I felt like that was obvious, I want to know what type of underwear you have on."
"And if I don't feel like answering?"
"Well, I suppose you would have a few options. I could contact the police and let them know all about your little secret, or I could talk to your sister directly. Can you imagine how disappointed she would be? Or maybe I just leak your information onto the internet for the whole world to see."
"So, blackmail then?" Asked Makoto with a grimace, her heart sinking.
"Precisely!" Replied Diz with delight. "Now, back to the question…" Makoto sighed and crossed her arms.
"I'm wearing a black th-thong." She said stumbling over the last word. "And… and a matching black lacy bra."
"So, Makoto on the outside, Queen on the inside. Hahaha! Fantastic." Makoto's jaw tightened as Diz laughed, but she could not deny the truth of his words. She liked to steal small rebellious victories wherever she could in her daily life, though she never thought anyone would find out about that one in particular. "Did that make you nervous Queen? For a moment there you were stuttering like that fool Mishima, such a good delivery boy that one."
Makoto took a breath to calm herself. Diz apparently knew enough about Mishima to use him as an envoy, and his perverse question gave credence to Makoto's assumption of him being a young male. He has access to the school security system, and he somehow knows that Makoto is a Phantom Thief. All in all, he's most likely a student at Shujin, but she needed more information to be certain.
"So, when exactly did you first start following the Thieves?" She asked.
"Hahaha, I know what you're trying to do Queen, and I'm not so stupid as to let you build a profile on me. From this point on you're going to do exactly as I say when I say it, and if you don't well, you know what will happen."
"Okay." Said Makoto, feigning defeat. "What should I do?"
"Hehehe, walk out into the hallway."
Makoto crossed the room and slid the door open. She stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
"Now take off your tights, Queen." Commanded Diz.
"What?" Asked Makoto in confusion.
"You heard me, take off your tights and leave them by the door. I suggest doing it quickly, unless you want somebody to see."
Makoto glanced to either side down the hallway, she was alone, for now. Swallowing hard, she kneeled and unlaced her boots, sliding them off as quietly as possible. After one last look to make sure she was alone, Makoto reached underneath her skirt and grabbed the hem of her tights with both hands. Her face flushed, the young girl swiftly slid the thin nylon fabric to her ankles and peeled it off her feet one by one. The tile underfoot was cold against her bare skin and shiver ran up Makoto's legs.
"Good, you have lovely legs Queen." Cooed Diz. "You train in akido right? No wonder they are so toned." Makoto ignored the praise and dropped her tights next to the door, hastily sliding back into her boots and lacing them up loosely. The hallway was still empty, thankfully, but now that her tights were off Makoto felt a bit… exposed. She hated wearing skirts without something underneath as she had never been great about keeping her modesty hidden. A breeze drifted through the hallway and Makoto felt a bit of air creep up her skirt and brush against her bare bottom. Her thong provided little cover, after all. She absently tugged at the hem of her skirt, wishing it were longer.
"Now, let's go for a walk. A student council president like yourself needs to socialize with her classmates, right? Head downstairs." Makoto obeyed the voice in her ear and walked to the nearest stairwell, eyeing every security camera she passed. Her mind was reeling trying to deduce the identity of Diz, but she had little information to go on and no choice but to follow his instructions for now.
Descending the stairs, Makoto was careful to take small steps and laid her hands against the front of her skirt so it wouldn't bounce. Her breath caught as she passed two underclassmen on their way up the stairs, but they took no notice of her.
"It's okay Makoto," she told herself. "People wear skirts without tights all the time." As she reached the lower floor Makoto was dismayed to find it crowded, school had ended nearly a half hour ago but there were still plenty of students milling about.
"Now what?" She asked quietly.
"You seem thirsty, why don't you get a sip of water" Replied Diz. "There's a fountain just around the corner." Makoto turned right out of the stairwell and made her way to a small silver water fountain jutting out of the wall. Leaning forward, Makoto pressed the fountain button with one hand, using the other to keep her hair from falling in her face. As she did the bottom of her skirt crept up the back of her legs and Makoto snapped upward before she even made it halfway to the water.
"Boooo. Try again and this time don't stop." Scolded Diz.
"But my skirt-" Makoto whispered angrily, her face reddening.
"Just do it, and make sure you take your time, I'll be upset if you skimp out."
Makoto glanced behind her, a small group of students were chatting at their lockers, most of them male. She swallowed hard and turned back to the fountain, lowering her face once more to the arc of water jetting out. Her skirt climbed way past Makoto's point of comfort and by the time her lips hit the water she was certain at least part of her bottom was on display. She drank shakily for a few seconds then quickly returned upright, stealing a glance at the group behind her as she wiped her mouth. One of the boys was looking at her, his face tinged pink, and when she caught his eye he dropped his gaze quickly, a slight smile on his lips. Her face burning, Makoto turned and walked briskly to nowhere in particular.
"Not bad hehehe, I think a couple of those guys got a good peek." Makoto ground her teeth but didn't respond. "How thin is that thong you're wearing huh? If it was slim enough they might have thought you weren't wearing panties at all hahaha!"
"Enough!" Cried Makoto, a bit louder than she intended. Some students turned to look at her as she walked. "What do you want?" She asked quietly as she tried to calm the thumping in her chest.
"Some reading material, actually. Make your way to the library." Makoto was loath to obey, but she had no choice but to follow his directions. If the world were to find out she was a Phantom Thief her life would be over. She'd likely be thrown in prison and her future would be ruined. Everything her sister had worked so hard for would go down the drain, Makoto could not let that happen.
"I have to figure out who this person is!" She thought frantically as she stepped through the doors of the library.
"Makoto good to see you!" The librarian said cheerily from behind the front desk. "Will you need your usual study spot?"
"Actually I'm…" Makoto glanced to the security camera on the ceiling.
"Going to browse in the back."
"…just going to browse in the back." The librarian smiled and nodded. Makoto weaved through the bookshelves and study desks to get to the back of the library. Several students were scattered throughout the small library, but they paid little attention to her as she walked. Even still, Makoto took great care to ensure her skirt didn't bounce too much while she walked. In the back, large bookcases that reached from the floor to the ceiling sat in neat rows, their shelves stocked with numerous volumes of study material and casual reading. Makoto made her way to the last aisle, it was deserted but she was not alone, another security camera hung from the corner of the room.
"What's that on the top shelf?" Asked Diz as Makoto reached the center of the aisle, she craned her neck to see.
"Western History."
"That's what I want to read, be a dear and grab it for me. You may need to ask someone for help. Oh look, there's someone now." Makoto turned her head as Mishima appeared from around the corner, a bored look on his face as he scanned the rows of books.
"Stupid research papers, I hate the damn library." She heard him mutter to himself.
"Ask him if you can get sit on his shoulders so you can reach the book." Said Diz, his tone suggested he was not surprised by Mishima's arrival. Makoto's face flushed.
"Are you serious!?" She seethed through gritted teeth.
"Completely."
Makoto ran her hands over the back of her skirt, lamenting the absence of her tights. The waistband of her thong was little more than an inch wide and the strip running down the center of her butt was even skinnier than that. Anything that got under her skirt would be making contact with a lot of skin and very little fabric. Makoto's stomach fluttered as she wondered how much Mishima would be able to feel through his shirt. She approached him quietly.
"Hello Mishima, could I get you to help me with something really quick?" Makoto strained to keep her voice steady and smiled weakly. Mishima flinched as she spoke, and it to take a moment for the question to register. His eyes were wide with surprise.
"Y-you need my help? Uh, y-yeah sure. What do you need me to do?"
"Ahem, well I need to get this book of the top shelf over here." Explained Makoto as she led him to her previous spot. The two of them were isolated at the back, which was a small comfort. "And I can't quite reach it so need you to kneel down and let me get on your shoulders so I can grab it." Somehow Mishima's eyes managed to get even bigger and his mouth fell open in shock. Makoto struggled to quell the butterflies in her stomach.
"Y-y-you w-want me to, ah…whew…okay um…l-like I could go find a ladder or something…"
"No that would take to long, just kneel down and I can-"
"T-there's probably a s-stepstool around here somewhere… yeah th-that would probably be better…"
"Why is he making this so difficult?" Thought Makoto in annoyance. "I need to get this over with."
"Mishima you only have to-"
"O-or a grabber thing that can reach up to like- gah!" Mishima jumped as Makoto placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes staring daggers into his own.
"Mishima. Kneel." She commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yes mam." He responded quickly, facing the bookshelf and dropping to one knee. Makoto stepped up behind him, taking one last look around to make sure they were alone. Grabbing the shelf for balance, Makoto carefully climbed onto Mishima's shoulders and sat. Though she tried to tuck her skirt beneath her bottom, Mishima moved just before she put her weight down and it slid out from under her.
Makoto bit her lip as the hard collar of Mishima's white button down pushed into her crotch, rubbing her through her thong. The rough fabric of Mishima's shirt felt strange against her near bare bottom as he lifted her upwards, but Makoto refused to adjust her position lest Mishima catch on to her predicament. Her skirt fell over Mishima's back like a cape, barely concealing the young girl's backside. Anyone who were to walk behind her right now would have a good chance of catching an eyeful as the skirt swayed and bounced with every little motion.
Mishima was strangely quiet and surprisingly steady, Makoto was soon eye level with the book she needed. However, Mishima had pressed away from the shelf as he rose and Makoto had to lean forward in order to get a hand on the book. She nearly had it in her grasp but just as her fingertips brushed its spine, Mishima staggered his feet to account for the balance change. The motion caused Makoto to slide forward on his shoulders and her crotch pressed against the back of his head. Mishima's spiky hair tickled the inside of Makoto's thighs and teased at her privates through the thin fabric of her underwear. Makoto gasped and stifled a squeal as she unconsciously flexed her legs around Mishima's neck.
"Ack… Ma-Makoto… you're choking." Mishima twisted his head in an attempt to free up his throat, his hair brushing roughly against Makoto's lower regions. Her chest began to burn as she squeezed even tighter, her powerful legs cutting off Mishima's air completely as the sensation sent a wave of pleasure up through her stomach. The hapless boy released his grip on the bookshelf and frantically raised his hands up to Makoto's legs, desperate for air. He misjudged the distance, however, and both his hands slid their way up the back of Makoto's skirt, finding purchase on her firm cheeks. Mishima squeezed and pulled at what he thought were Makoto's thighs and this time she was unable to silence a cry of surprise.
"He's grabbing my ass!" She thought hysterically as the two began to fall backwards. Makoto flailed her arms and twisted her body as they went down while Mishima let out an alarmed grunt. They fell with a crash and somehow Makoto ended up on top of Mishima, straddling his face while he laid on his back. The boy's nose and mouth were pressed hard against her crotch and another spark of pleasure ran through her lower body as he opened his mouth and gasped for air. For a few moments Makoto's legs were like jelly and she was unable to move as Mishima squirmed underneath her, sending pulses of heat and pleasure through her body.
Suddenly a boy Makoto did not recognize appeared from around the corner, much to her horror, he stood and gaped at them for a few seconds before muttering an apology and retreating back around the corner. Makoto quickly scrambled off Mishima, her face a strange shade of crimson. Mishima's eyes were wide in shock and the color in his cheeks matched Makoto's, but whether that was from embarrassment or lack of oxygen she could not tell. He sat up slowly, one hand rubbing his throat as Makoto stood and made a show of dusting herself off, desperately avoiding eye contact.
"Aw you hurt the poor boy." Said Diz in Makoto's ear. She had almost forgotten he had been watching. "He deserves some compensation wouldn't you say, Queen? Give him your panties."
"W-what?!" She cried breathlessly, a fresh wave of heat rising to her face. "Absolutely not!" Mishima looked up from the floor in confusion.
"Fine, I can see the headline now 'Phantom Thief Discovered: Local Honor Student's Life Ruined!'. It will make for good news I'll admit, let me just dial the police real quick. I wonder if your sister will be the one to prosecute you…"
"No! No you don't have to do that, just, give me a second." Makoto turned her back on Mishima so she wouldn't have to look at his face and shakily raised her hands to her hips. Taking a deep breath, she pulled up the hem of her skirt and laced her thumbs underneath the black waistband of her thong. Mishima let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a cough as he got a perfect view of Makoto's toned, supple round bottom. Her pale plump cheeks each had a faint red handprint on them that bounced as Makoto shifted her weight and began to slide her thin black thong down her backside. Mishima glimpsed her fully exposed butt briefly before Makoto's skirt fell back into place, but as her thong continued its journey down the back of her legs the skirt slowly rose back up until he could see the bottom half of her butt from his seated position. When she reached the bottom Makoto raised each leg one by one to step out of her underwear. As she did the outline of her mound became silhouetted against the front of her skirt and Mishima could just make out its shape from the gap between her thighs. Then she rose, and her skirt fell back into place once more.
"Very goood," cooed Diz. Makoto's face was on fire and her heart was pumping a mile a minute as she turned back to Mishima. The boy was frozen on the ground, his hand still on his throat, his face the picture of shock. "Now, one last thing before you hand it to him. Pull up your skirt and flash him, he got such a good look at the back its only fair you show him what's up front."
Makoto knew it was useless to argue so she grabbed the hem of her skirt, her thong hanging loosely from the corner of her right hand. Hot tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Makoto gazed to the side and steeled herself, a defiant look on her face.
"Don't read into this." She muttered just loud enough for Mishima to hear as she lifted the edge of her skirt up past her waistband. Mishima moved his hand from his throat to his mouth as it fell open, his face turning a dangerous shade of crimson. Makoto's legs and lower lips glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration that had formed during all the excitement. Her hips were outlined by the curve of her backside and formed a v that met at a small patch of curly brown hair. Below the hair her pink mound pursed its lips together tightly, a drop of liquid dangling from the tip, threatening to detach itself and fall to the floor.
Makoto revealed herself for only a few moments but to her it felt like an eternity. She glanced at Mishima out of the corner of her eye. The boy was staring intently at her nakedness, the burn of his gaze filled her entire body with heat. A drop of blood rolled out of his nose and over his knuckles, then the view was gone as Makoto's skirt fell like a plaid curtain over her privates. Only then did she look at him straight on, her face red, brow furrowed, and eyes murderous. She stepped forward and jerked Mishima upward by his collar and for a moment he feared she was going to finish strangling him.
"Tell anyone about this," she said in a low, commanding voice as she poked him in the chest. "And I will string you up by your own intestines. Are. We. Clear?"
"Y-y-y-yes mam." Stuttered Mishima, his voice barely a whisper.
"Good." Makoto stuffed her thong into the front pocket of Mishima's shirt and let him fall back to the ground with a thud. She stepped over him as he laid there and Mishima got one last look at her bare undercarriage. Her butt sat like a peach atop her legs and shook as she stepped, sending a few rivulets of perspiration rolling down her thighs. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a sliver of red wetness underneath her curled brown pubic hair. Then she was past him, and as the sound of her footsteps receded Mishima stared at the fluorescent lighting above and committed to memory the past few minutes of his life.
"Damn I love the library." He whispered to himself.