At her school?

Jun blinks, and she suddenly finds herself in front of her school building. The four-story structure stands tall as the light of the morning sun reflects off its many windows. Her fellow students walk around and enter, not noticing that she just appeared out of nowhere, just the scowls and glares of what Jun assumes as “Jealousy”. She looks around, confused on how she travelled around the world in an instant, until she remembers the tattoo. As if on cue, a tap on her shoulder turns her around, face-to-face with the one responsible, Cherry. Cherry looks relatively different from how she looked in the apartment, though the body shape is the same, she’s wearing a more modest school uniform, a knee-high skirt, the normal cream sleeveless sweater, and a nonstandard blue tie. At her feet crawls Meowmeow in her normal swimsuit, but is rubbing against her legs, assumedly still heavily aroused from her manic purring and obsessive gyrating of her fantastic behind. Cherry starts talking to Jun, “So, surprised to see yourself at school, right?” Jun, noticing nobody is paying attention to the strange sight of a super hot catgirl at the feet of an unknown student, asks quietly “You really there? Or is there a trick to this?” Cherry raises her eyebrows, surprised that she caught on to the gimmick quickly, but quickly tries to compose herself and responds, “*cough* well, yes. There’s a trick. I’m basically ignored by everyone, and to make it easier to talk to you, they won’t find anything odd with you talking to me, regardless of how unsubtle you are. Ngh!” Cherry looks down at her feet, as Meowmeow is now pushing her backside against her leg rhythmically. “Ugh, her too, I’ll have to deal with that at some point…But on to you,” and changes her perspective to Jun, and grins.

“Today shall be a fun game, as you can see, your fellow peers still hate you, so I made a **** ticket box in front of the building,” She gestures to a bright orange and purple ticket box (So garish it’s hard to avoid), with a stack of tear-off slips stuck to the sign on the top of it, saying;

“**** Box, write down your most humiliating, silly, and perverted things that should happen to, or done by, the class bitchident herself, Jun Sasaki!”

Jun sees a long line at the box, each student wearing a sinister aura upon them. Jun feels somewhat queazy as Cherry goes on, “I’m not feeling too creative right now, so I’ll let those who really REALLY want to see you punished get to decide. Throughout the day, I’ll be with you, carrying the box once filled to the brim with possibilities, and pick out one ticket at a time. Then I’ll snap to make it happen and watch the fireworks. Unless stated otherwise, you will know what you have to do, and have full cognisant ability as the situation unfolds, with your body working seamlessly against your will.”

Cherry watches as Jun starts squirming, just trying to comprehend how screwed she is, when she continues, “Of course, if I find it not creative enough, I’ll reject it, such as ‘Jun will give a blowjob to so-and-so’. And don’t you worry about your precious reputation either, what happens here, stays here, and nobody can take away your class president rights, aren’t I nice~” She says with a cocky grin with hands on her hips. Jun felt a little better in this fact, but it doesn’t help much. “Alright, I get it, I’m a bitch, but please, can I have some form of redemption?” Cherry looks blankly at Jun’s now guilt-ridden and pouty face, looking away from Cherry with her arms crossed. Cherry is somewhat stymied, again. Cherry would’ve predicted begging at best, or even an angry barrage of insults with the personality she gave her, but no. Jun is actually asking if she can have the ability to change her ways…

“I…Uhh…well…”