A student sneaks behind Mitsuru and unhooks her bra

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

Mitsuru turned her back to the rest of the room in order to further examine the filing cabinet and her ruined blouse, trying to figure out whether it would be worth saving or not. While her instincts told her to take action now, there was something about the accident that didn't sit right with her, aside from leaving her in her bra, of course. The degree to which her blouse fell apart was too much to have come from her walking alone. Furthermore, if her side was caught, then she should at least have been left with half a shirt at best, the far sleeve at worst, but everything failed in an instant without her realizing it. Even if shirts ripped like that when caught in drawers, there should have been at least some resistance...

A dread chill began to creep up Mitsuru's spine.

Unfortunately, this feeling came too late, as Mitsuru suddenly was aware of hands grasping at the middle of her back! Uttering a shocked gasp, she was stunned only for a moment before quickly whirling around to face her assailiant. "What is the meaning of this!?" she yelled, coming face to face with one of the male student council members. The fierce glare in her eyes went from perplexed, to bewildered, to terrified upon seeing, in order, a confident smirk plastered on the boy's face, her lacy bra waving in front of her from his hand, and the almost all of the student council members pointing their phones directly at her.

Hesitantly, she looked down, only to confirm that what was happening to her was not a dream. She was now indeed topless in front of the entire student council.

"AH!" Mitsuru screamed, covering her breasts with her arms as best she could, hurriedly backpedaling into the filing cabinet. Doing her best to calm down, Mitsuru now only wore an expression of utter terror above her waist, clutching herself as tightly as she could as she tried to make sense of everything.

During this time, the cell-phone wielding student council members rose from their seats, continuing to point their phones as they drew closer. Mitsuru recognized the other three boys and single girl and their positions in the council, but instead decided to focus more on their apparent leader. The boy who had taken her bra had now put the garment in his pocket, and made eye contact with Mitsuru. He was about average height, wore glasses, but didn't have much in the way of distinguishing features other than that, facial or otherwise. Mitsuru recognized him to be Arata Suzuki, the representative for Class 3 (the seniors.) While she knew him to be problematic before, this was a new low for him. "Looks like you've put on quite a show for us, President," he said smugly, slowly clapping his hands.

"What do all of you think you're doing?" Odagiri cried out, standing up and pointing at the group. "As leader of the Disciplinary Committee, I-"

"You'll shut up if don't want this to be sent around to every student and teacher in Gekkoukan," Arata interrupted, pointing at Mitsuru.

Odagiri grumbled in defeat, but remained standing.

"What are your intentions, Suzuki?" Mitsuru stated, voice shaking somewhat, shooting a dirty glare at Arata. While she still was mortified at her situation, her cheeks now as red as her hair, now that the instigator had revealed himself, she had someone to fight back against. "I doubt that you planned all this just to see my breasts," she spoke.

"Sharp as ever, President," Arata replied. "You see, me and some of the other members have been talking, and we've come to the conclusion that being both the Student Council President and heir to the wealthiest company in the city gives someone quite a bit of power. Too much power for one person to wield, in fact. We just want to take some of the power back from the corporations and give it to those who care about the people."

Murmurs of assent came from the other traitorous council members.

"So, I just felt like you could use some motivation for the next few meetings to be able to see things from our perspective," he finished, raising his eyebrows suggestively when he mentioned "motivation."

"Hmph, you disappoint me, Suzuki," Mitsuru spoke with as much dignity as she could muster, shaking her head.

"What?" Arata asked, taken aback.

"Is that really the best lie you can come up with?," Mitsuru continued. "That your plans to **** and humiliate me are supposed to be some form of justice? Did you think I had forgotten your previous attempts to usurp my authority? This is nothing more than a half-baked power play. How droll."

"B-Besides," Chihiro, speaking up from the wall she pressed herself against. "The records show that, ever since Mitsuru-senpai took office, everything's been better all around the school."

Shocked whispers and confusion ran through the group.

"Shut up!" Arata growled, before catching himself and clearing his throat. "Ahem! Well, no matter what you think, the reality here is that you're half-naked, we have pictures, and you are outnumbered! If you don't want to be everyone's personal wallpaper, you have to do what I say. Now, because you talked back to me, I command you to bow before me and lick my shoes clean!"

Gasps and chuckles erupted around the room in response. Odagiri glared angrily while Chihiro clutched her hands in front of her mouth. Mitsuru blinked and her face grew pale. "Not pulling any punches are we?" she said more as statement than question.

"Just so everyone is clear who's calling the shots now," said Arata.

Mitsuru clenched her teeth. If if those pictures got out, her public reputation would be utterly ruined. Her position at school and as the daughter of the CEO of the Kirijo Corporation guaranteed that the ensuing scandal those pictures would cause would never be forgotten. But at the same time she couldn't let herself be bossed around by this scumbag, and, as she could gather from his first command, blindly giving into his demands would only prolong the inevitable, and perhaps create even more illicit photos to be blackmailed with. But if she didn't at least play along, then her dignity would be just one click away from vanishing forever.

If only she could stop them all right here, it would be perfect, but that was also a long shot. Only two members were not a part of the coup: Odagiri and Chihiro. While she could see that Odagiri seemed to be moments away from charging himself, Chihiro, on the other hand, was edging away from the crowd as best she could. Even with aid from both of them, (that is, if Chihiro could even bring herself to fight,) these two definitely did not have much fighting experience and they would still be at a disadvantage in numbers, almost guaranteeing their defeat. Why did Minako have to choose today of all days to go to another club?

"Well," Arata spoke. "I'm waiting..."

Taking a deep breath, Mitsuru decided-