"Okay, everyone!" Monika interjected with the snap of her finger. "Now that next week's agenda has been cleared up, it's time for some independent reading!"
Sayori nodded enthusiastically, while Yuri was already producing a paperback from her bag. Natsuki, meanwhile, was incredibly careful in standing up from her chair. As she did so, she felt the lightest of breezes from down below.
It reminded her that she wasn't wearing any panties today. She swallowed. It had been a long, terrifying, and downright weird day of near-exposure and nerve-racking tension, but she was through it now. Now, she and MC were in the club. And Monika, Sayori, and Yuri could read as much as they wanted to. Knowing Monika was a woman of habit, Natsuki counted on the fact that manga lied on the top shelf of the closet, a shelf that Natsuki was simply too petite to reach on her own. She needed a stool; more importantly, she needed a big strong boyfriend to hold the stool in place for her. If he happened to peek up her skirt and discover she had gone commando that day? Well, Natsuki thought it might lead somewhere.
MC knew Natsuki's routine like the back of his hand, so when he saw her rise, he did the same. "So, what do we have in store today, Nat?"
Natsuki shrugged, smirking. "Well, I've picked out the last few. Why don't we see if I have something more to your tastes in the box?"
MC chuckled. "I doubt it. Everything you read reeks of girly cuteness."
Natsuki's face flushed. "W-well, you read it too! What does that say about you?"
MC opened the door to the closet and stepped inside. Following him, Natsuki closed the door and prayed to every god that may or may not exist that the walls would be thick enough to keep everything inaudible to the rest of the club. "It says that my girlfriend likes cute things in spite of what she says otherwise."
"I do not!" Natsuki protested, but she was smiling deviously. It was no use pretending that such was not the case, anymore. She snatched a step ladder leaning against the wall, unfolded it, and began to climb up towards the tremendously high shelf. Normally, as long as he was holding the ladder, it only took a brief moment to snatch the box and bring it down. Today, however, Natsuki took her sweet time. MC was patient, saying nothing. Confused as to why he hadn't noticed her 'underwear problem' yet, Natsuki threw her head back. He was looking down at the floor, presumably out of some misplaced sense of respect for her decency.
Oh, I love you, but sometimes you're too chivalrous for your own good, Natsuki thought. And stupid, too.
She had barely just thought that when MC suddenly looked up. "Are you having trou-"
He suddenly realized he had a bare ass in his face. The skirts of the female school uniforms were rather loathed by the girls, as they rode considerably higher than what most modest people would consider acceptable. More than once, MC had accidentally glanced up to see white panties in his face. He briefly froze, but when he finally processed what was going on, he frowned up at her.
"Natsuki, what the hell?" he questioned through clenched teeth. "Why are you not wearing underwear?"
Natsuki tried her best to smile seductively. It was an art that she still had yet to master, for she instead produced some goofy grin that would not entirely be out of place on Sayori's face. "I dunno. Why are you sneaking a peak up my skirt again?"
MC looked away. Now she was making him flush. He cleared his throat, then made a conscious effort to look back up at her, not her ass. "Natsuki, don't you think this is serious? I mean, what if somebody noticed today? You could've gotten in a lot of trouble?"
"C'mon, MC, life ain't worth living if you don't take a few risks."
MC released the step ladder from his grip, grabbing her by the legs instead. Natsuki, feeling and not relishing in the sudden loss of support, awkwardly clutched the shelf instead. Luckily, the step-ladder remained safely below her.
MC looked into her eyes, his gaze entirely serious, entirely concerned. "Natsuki, what's gotten into you, lately? You're acting so strange all of a sudden? Is there something you need to tell me?"
Unfortunately for the both of them, Natsuki felt a pang of pressure around her rear. Lunch that day just so happened to include a serving of white beans. Natsuki, having grown up in an environment where food was inherently scarce, had always been one to gobble up her portions. Now, she was beginning to regret it. Beans did not settle well in her stomach, and she couldn't just excuse herself to the bathroom with her legs held hostage like this.
"MC, can you let me go, please?"
"No, I can't," MC replied. "Not until you answer my question. Just tell me why you've been acting so weird, lately. I don't understand, Natsuki. It's like you've gone a little kooky."
To emphasize his point, he twirled a finger around his ear.
The rumbling sensation grew more intense. Natsuki felt a sharp pain in the lower end of her tummy. Time was quickly running out.
"MC, it's an emergency!" Natsuki begged, trying to shake herself free of his grip. Unfortunately, he clung on tightly.
"I'm not letting go until you tell me what's going on."
Her gut rumbled again. Natsuki's eyes widened in fear. She wasn't going to be able to hold it back, in spite of her best efforts. Even now, it was already painful.
"MC, please!" Natsuki begged. She was holding it in with all she had, but something was going to spill out at some point. She put forth one last desperate squirm for freedom, but alas, it was to no avail. "PLEASE LET ME GO! I'M GONNA-"
PfFfFfFfFfFfBbBbBbBbBbRrRrRrRrTtTtTt!
What she did was loudly rip ass mere inches away from MC's face. She froze, silent, ashamed, unable to even turn around and look at him. She heard nothing from him for a moment, but that quickly came to an end with a single sniff of the air. He gagged at once, letting go of her. A quick clasping of the shelf was all that kept Natsuki from losing her balance.
With fearful eyes, she turned to look at him. He had collapsed onto his knees and was clutching his throat. The sudden movement shook the step-ladder just a little too far, causing Natsuki to fall right on top of him. She yelped in pain. MC's eyes watered, and when he tried to speak, he could only retch a few times.
"Oh," he muttered through choking breaths, desperately pushing her off of him.. "This. . . foul. . . what. . . oh, fuck. . . AAAAAAAAAAA!"
He screamed and burst out of the closet. Ignoring the rest of the club, he sprinted out of the room itself and slammed the door behind him. The sudden retreat frightened Natsuki The only sound in the aftermath was of laughter. It really didn't matter if MC had noticed the rest of the club; they were too busy laughing.
With a heavy heart, Natsuki realized that they had heard everything. While it served to warn her that any sexual activity would've definitely been heard, it also dealt a blow to her pride that she hadn't felt in months. Even Monika was busting a gut at the whole debacle. Monika, the girl that Natsuki had looked up to as a leader, as a friend, as a surrogate sister, was too busy guffawing at her expense. If that fact hurt Natsuki's feelings more than just a little bit, she did an excellent job of concealing it. Instead of allowing herself to show any sort of weakness, she chose to adopt one of her trademark scowls.
"W-what's so funny?" she demanded, as if the answer wasn't incredibly obvious.
She got no reply. Sayori, sweet little Sayori, who never had a bad word to say about anyone, tried to formulate some sort of reply, but there was only more laughter. If fury was fire, Natsuki would have burnt away the whole room. Instead, already dreadfully embarrassed and a little hurt by everything, she grabbed her backpack and notebook and awkwardly shuffled toward the exit.
"W-wait!" Monika managed through her laughter. "Natsuki, wait!"
Natsuki didn't wanna hear it. Without acknowledging Monika in any way, she flung open the door and slammed it behind her. She kept her head down, for if she hadn't, someone might've caught a tear or two sliding down her cheek. Maybe it was just the hormones making her overreact, but the whole thing felt like a betrayal to her. How could the club ever let her live this down?
But before she could wallow in her misery and self-pity any longer, she felt a hand grace her shoulder. She turned around, growling "What do you want?"
It was MC, which softened her almost instantly. She look away, intensely ashamed, saying nothing more.
"I'm sorry, Natsuki," he offered, gently squeezing her shoulder. "I didn't mean to, well, cause that whole thing back there."
Natsuki found the floor a lot more interesting than his gaze. She wasn't angry at him. In fact, she didn't even really blame him for what happened. From his perspective, she probably was acting very weird lately. She forced herself to summon the courage to look him in the eye, and she succeeded. What she found in his amber orbs was a genuine warmth, a genuine love. It served to remind her that there was one person she could always trust, however dense he may be. He had never betrayed her, never infantilized her. He loved her with all of his heart and that brought Natsuki back to the reality that, just by being with him, her life had improved dramatically. So, with a smile, she hugged him tightly. Fresh tears streamed down her face, but they were of a much more joyous sort. She rocked in his arms, and he allowed her the privilege.
"Are you alright?" he inquired.
"I am now," she stated. Pulling away, she smiled. "I don't know why you chose me above any other girl, but. . . I want you to remind you that you've been the best thing to happen to me in a long time."
With a squeaky, high-pitched voice, she added, "Sorry I, uh, farted on your face."
That brought a delighted grin to MC's face. He leaned in and pecked her on the lips. Natsuki giggled, completely forgetting about the few minutes before.
"Do you wanna just say 'fuck the club' for today and go get some ice cream or something?" she offered. Sex was not on her mind any longer. All she wanted was to spend a little time with him.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea," MC agreed.
And so, they left. Natsuki clung onto his arm as they walked, and she was in a state of bliss. She was not going to give up on trying to get a good fucking out of him, but that was something that could wait another day. For now, she reveled in the fact that she loved and was loved.
Did I really just use a fart to generate drama? Yes.
Am I gonna get people thinking I have a fart fetish? Definitely.
Do I have one? Nope, but me stating that upfront will make no difference regarding the preceding circumstance.