Hi everyone. Thanks for joining me again, for the written rule 34 no one asked for. You're in for a treat today.
Why? Because it's Keima's birthday! Probably not on the day you're reading this, but at least on the day I'm writing this author's note.
Recap - Minami wants to do a strip tease. Nothing else is relevant.
Please enjoy this chapter. This was one I definitely enjoyed writing (obviously), so it would make me happy if it's the same for ya'll reading it.
Keima was enjoying some well-deserved game time as he waited for the potion to be prepared. Everyone seemed to be be doing their own thing, so he happily continued playing on his console behind a desk, wondering how many years it had been since he was last left alone.
He had made pretty good headway, until his PFP got yanked out of his hands, which he feebly tried to grab back. Unfortunately, the perpetrator, the older Kasuga, was a lot taller than him at his current seated level, so she easily held it out of reach.
"What the hell!?" Keima grumbled "are breaks illegal now?"
"Suck it up, big boy," she placed a hand on his head, "you were on break twenty minutes ago."
"I was?" he wondered, "you're right, actually…" he pulled a face, "it feels like it's been a whole year since then… how long is this night even going to last?"
"I'm betting another year or two," Hinoki rolled her eyes, "but that is besides the point," she mercifully put down his console on the table, but he looked at it suspiciously, like he'd lose a hand taking it.
"What is your point?" he asked sullenly, "Kusunoki was satisfied, wasn't she?"
"That she was," Hinoki clicked her tongue irritably, "but that is besides the point too."
"Well, get to it," he snatched his PFP back and saved before any mishaps could happen.
"I want you to sit over there," she pointed to a lone chair sitting in the middle of the classroom, "that's all."
"No one is going to tie me up again, right?" he asked suspiciously. She shook her head.
"No ties…" she put a hand on her hip, "we wouldn't ask if that was our plan. You're heavily outnumbered."
Keima sighed. She unfortunately did have a point. He stood up and approached the new chair cautiously.
"So are you going to tell me why I need to do this?" he asked after confirming that it was the normal – though inhumanly comfortable – chairs that were around the class.
"You'll find out soon enough," she shrugged, "just sit down, relax, and enjoy the show."
Keima had a sinking feeling about what that might mean, but he sat himself down in his new seat, his eyes looking around for something amiss… which he saw in Haqua's smirk for a few milliseconds before the light in the room turned off. Some startled voices made it clear that everyone was even more surprised than he was.
With the room now only lit by the fading light outside, music began to play in the classroom, and some more excited stirring as the looked around at Kanon expectantly.
But Keima wasn't fooled by the red herring, his eyes following Haqua's gaze to the shorter brunette, who was taking deep breaths with her eyes closed.
Getting ready for something.
As the piano played, little stars started twinkling by the roof of the classroom, earning more of the girls' attention, but Keima was still watching Minami, who began swaying her hips subtly to the instrumental. A moment later, a spotlight fell on the girl, bringing a new round of questions…
Minami organised this?
Minami, the shy girl wearing the slightly too big tracksuit?
As the words started, Minami's eyes opened, showing a determined look as she began to lip-synch the words, her hip movements becoming much more pronounced, and there was a bit more stirring in the crowd as it settled in.
Whatever this was, Minami was doing it!
For the brunette swimmer, she ran her fingers through her hair as she lowered herself down, rolling on her hips.
She was aware of the attention she was garnering, but it wasn't scorn. They nodded and bopped their heads to the beat, and Minami could feel herself getting more confident.
Admittedly, that was a low bar to clear, because she was very much out of her element with this, and she was scared out of her mind… the only thing which she was certain about was Hinoki's advice… play music that gets you in the mood, and then make them want you…
Take two steps forward and a step back… never underestimate the power of a hip roll… keep your hands on yourself to make them wish that it was theirs… be the biggest fucking tease that it was possible for her to be…
HOLY FUCK SHE WAS GOING TO BE NAKED IN FOUR MINUTES!
Her little freakout stayed to herself as she strutted forward, one leg in front of the other, stopping besides Keima and stroking his jaw and turning his face to hers, an inch away. Keima's eyes widened as she leant forward, but before they could make contact, she swept away, confidently walking back to her previous spot.
Keima was surprised at how dry his throat was as she walked away, but he was glad that he was starting to get it now… this was the show…
Like the Bedroom minigame in Huniepop… look but don't touch…
Minami began unzipping the tracksuit jacket slowly in time to the song, revealing, inch by inch, her pale pink skin, and the girls were eating it up as well… the disappointment was especially loud as she stopped then reversed the progress till her ribs, still leaving a bit of skin and the slightest allusion of a bra.
W-what colour was it? The light wasn't bright enough to tell, but it didn't stop him from watching every shift of the fabric, hoping… wishing… that it would move enough to see.
He groaned… he should not be this invested in this…
Minami smirked, a little pleased that Keima eating up her every move, his eyes almost unblinking, as they roved her body. She threw a bone to the crowd and fully unzipped the jacket, running both hands down her sides and revealing her thin stomach and appealing glimpses of her white bra, hugging her surprisingly voluptuous chest.
As she watched her jacket hem, she couldn't help but notice her much of a difference it would make to only have panties on her bottom half… the tracksuit top was low enough to cover them, and it gave her plenty of strategies on how to best show them…
It kind of scared her how well she understood the power she was wielding…
Taking a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs around her tracksuit pants, giving herself the chorus to figure out how best to slide them off… they weren't the most flattering of pants, by any means.
Still, losing the pants meant more skin, and that was clearly enough to get the crowd excited. She turned around and took them off like how she might at home (plus some extra hip movements to match the chorus), and everyone was on board…
After getting them to her ankles, she tripped trying to step out of them, stumbling into a desk.
She waited for the cheering to stop, but it didn't… Minami caught Hinoki's eye and she gave a reassuring smile, reminding the swimmer of the last piece of advice…
It can't all be sexy… don't lose your flow because it wasn't perfect…
She ducked down and removed the last part from her feet, kicking it the side. Miyako-senpai probably wouldn't be happy with what she was doing with her tracksuit, but she swore that she'd wash it when she got home.
More importantly, she struck a pose, one hand on her bare hip to shift the tracksuit jacket and reveal her underwear, and the other making a peace sign.
"WHITE!" The cheering from the crowd was almost enough to drown the music, but her eyes were on Keima, who was quiet, but his eyes were transfixed on her. She smiled, wanting to get him to squirm a bit more.
Minami continued dancing, a bit surprised how comfortable she felt with it. It was a freedom she didn't really have in her apartment room with her family who didn't knock.
It was freeing to know that she could dance the way she wanted… rile people up like this… be good at this… she shimmied herself in front of Keima.
Keima noticibly gulped as she swayed in front of him, boldly revealing more skin and new curves to her body, before pulling the jacket back and hiding them again. A frustrated growl came out of his throat, causing Minami to pause, head tilted in confusion, quite cutely, if he might add.
"I-I wish you could get to this a bit faster," he whispered. Minami blushed, righting herself and letting her the jacket fall at both of their feets.
There was a bit of a hush as the material hit the floor and Minami stood in her underwear and panties. She continued her dance, but Keima couldn't help but think that this was her just trying to dance the nerves away. Her cheeks were pink and she had her eyes closed. This was enough for today.
She was fucking gorgeous already – her body was thin and her breasts were a lot fuller than he'd given credit to under her uniform. He wasn't in a position where he could get hard, but his instinct was loud in his head, making it very clear what he'd do to her body if he had the chance… he refused to take his eyes off her.
The reasonable part in his brain still had more control, reminding him that they were not alone… that he shouldn't touch her unless she allowed it…
In the end, this was just a dance party… the rest of the girls were dancing to the song, and a few of the courageous ones were thrashing their hair to the beat. The chaotic youth energy was only helped by the fact that the two teacher figures weren't there.
As the new verse began, Minami was back to her confident self, singing along with the song as she slunk closer to Keima, eyes smouldering and a hand running through her hair. Keima's adam's apple quivered as leant over him, undoing the upper three buttons of his white uniform shirt and touching his chest with her soft fingertips. She lifted his chin so their eyes met again, where she sang inches from his lips, her sweet breath blowing on his face, and he froze, his stomach tightening.
Their lips brushed as she sang for him, and her hand tangled into his hair, and Keima could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing for him. She refused to close the distance completely, rather shooting him an impish smile as she moved away for the next verse. The growl from Keima's throat was a lot rougher.
Now that the lyrics were going back into familiar territory, more of the girls were singing and jumping, and the twinkling lights in the sky were starting to look like a rave.
This was better than anything she could have envisioned when she'd asked Hinoki that question… she was having fun, and so was everyone – unfortunately, she couldn't really be sure with Keima. He was certainly feeling the heat, but he'd respectfully kept his hands to herself whenever she was close enough, and she didn't think that it was quite fair.
Kiss him…
Give him something to remember…
Fuck, she really wanted him…
As the second chorus began, Haqua turned off the spotlight, and Minami made a decision which she didn't quite think through… white panties and bra discarded on her floor, she walked to Keima once more, this time, climbing onto his lap after a moment's hesitation.
She was done dangling a carrot on a string in front of him. Now, she wanted her prize.
Keima's eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark, but as Minami climbed on his lap, he was distinctly aware of the one tone of her skin, minus the two darker areolas on her chest… she'd stripped completely! His eyes widened.
The reasonable part of his brain went flying out the window, kicked to the curb by his inner devil.
She climbed on your lap, right? She must want to be touched.
Luckily, that thought went to the backburner as she leant closer and kissed him properly. He smiled against her lips and pulled her closer, trying to pay her back for the frustration she'd inflicted on him.
It was short-lived as Minami pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. The music had gone out of focus in his brain for some time, but it returned as Minami sang the bridge against his lips, slowly and softly, as the instrumental swelled.
As the chorus began, Minami was ready to hop off, but Keima didn't let go. Not this time.
As the singer's clear voice rang through the air, Keima held her shoulders and buried his face in her neck, kissing down her throat and collarbone and hiking the swells of her chest.
Minami gasped and Keima's head cleared of the noise around him. The girls dancing… the music… all he wanted to do was make Minami feel good. Minami let out a little squeal as he groped one tit, his mouth clamping on the other and sucking hard enough that it would bruise later.
Minami hissed as the hand on her nipple moved down her front, and she knew she had to stop it before it reached its destination.
"S-senpai," she whimpered, "please… don't."
She'd be lying if she said she'd said that she didn't like those ministrations. There was a part of her which would loved to let him continue, but not like this. Not with so many people watching.
Keima's lust-darkened eyes cleared up as she held both his hands, and a feeling of shame came to him… no matter how electric the mood was… no matter how much she'd been teasing him… she was in public with a group of girls, so most likely, she'd never want to go that far.
He'd gotten too carried away.
The song ended and applause began, and a slightly shocked Minami climbed off him. Keima took a deep breath before discreetly covering the liquid stain on his pants.
It was a mixed bag of emotions as the spotlight hit her again, which she barely had a moment to process… being in her birthday suit in front of girls didn't bother her nearly as much as she would have thought – they weren't bothered either, by the sudden applause and whooping. She gave a few bows into the crowd. On the other hand, she felt guilty that it may have been her fault for leading Keima to go that far.
As she turned to glance as him, he caught her eye and he smiled sheepishly. She smiled and turned to him, giving him a bow as well, lower than the others.
It was a heavy bow with a lot to say, and it was not likely that he'd get it all.
Sorry that I didn't give you any warning of this…
Sorry that this was all in public…
Sorry that I went too far with the teasing without giving much back…
Sorry that I was willing to touch you naked but I didn't want to go that far when you touched me back…
Thanks for playing along…
Thanks for listening when I asked you to stop…
Thanks for giving me a memory that I'd never forget…
There is no one that I'd want to do this other than with you…
So that was one scene. It was nice getting back into descriptions without dialogue, so I feel like it came out as nice as I could have hoped, although this scene is quite a bit different than how I had fantasised in my head for the four years I've been writing this story. Goes to show, things are forever changing... in this story, and with me too.
So Minami's strip tease is a huge success. Keima enjoyed it, the other girls get to make a dance party out of it, and I get to listen to the same song on loop for a whole day while I write this.
As I'm sure you've noticed, I didn't mention any lyrics or other identifying parts of the song to allow you guys to imagine whatever song you like, though in my head, the song is "Cool For The Summer" by Demi Lovato. Great song, and the lyrics are both as sexual and gay leaning as anything which is in this story, hence why I thought it would fit right in :P
Though other than Keima's birthday, June is Pride Month around the world, and considering the topics in this story, I thought I might acknowledge it here, and wish everyone well for it. We've come quite a ways when it comes to acceptance of LGBT+ individuals, we do still have a long way to getting equal rights for everyone.
To be honest, I don't feel like I'm a very good advocate for this. I may be on that spectrum, being a closeted bi woman, but I can easily stay here my whole life without too much trouble, and I've never gone to a pride parade or anything like this.
That being said, I'm still 100% with everyone. People deserve to identify as whatever gender they want, or not have to identify at all... people can be attracted to whichever gender they want, or not feel attracted at all. No one deserved to be treated worse, just because they don't fit some stupid outdated societal standard.
Human rights aren't some damn pie which is going to run out. Every human lives a life and goes through an experience only they know. Things are hard enough without some stupid asshole saying that someone can't get married because their significant other isn't the right gender, or saying they can't use a public bathroom because their body is different than the average person who uses that bathroom. Discrimination is dumb and counterproductive.
You are valid, end of story.
But yeah, that was rambly and I don't think it had much of a point. Considering the type of story this is, I imagine most of my readers are pretty open-minded and supportive of the community. I guess, just be nice.
Thanks for reading this story, and I hope you will leave a review if you have anything to say.
I'll be back in two weeks, so see you then. Love you all