(chapter originally by williwall at writing.com)
"J-junpei..." Yukari said, stumbling forward a couple of steps. She paused, straightening up. "I'm... fine?" she said, wonderingly. The sword had just missed her, shearing a large gash through the back of her dress, but leaving her skin intact.
Snap.
"Eh?"
The remaining tatters of Yukari's dress came apart, sliding off of her shoulders, bringing her breasts into full view. The dress continued to slide down, past her waist and exposed crotch, until it came to rest at her ankles.
Junpei looked her up and down admiringly. "That dress looks good on you," he said.
Yukari shrieked, frantically looking for cover. She ran behind Junpei's back and held him, using him as a shield. "Don't you dare turn around," she said.
"A-ah, I won't," Junpei said, feeling Yukari's soft breasts pressing into his back.
"Where am I?" asked Minako, looking around confusedly. The shockwave from Junpei's wind blast had seemingly brought her to her senses. "And why are you naked, Yukari?" she asked.
"I-it's a long story," Yukari replied, blushing furiously.
"Here," said Junpei, offering his jacket. It enveloped Yukari, and showed off a disconcerting portion of her chest and thighs, but it offered at least some cover. She pulled it tightly closed with her hands. "Thank you," she murmured.
Together, the three of them made their way out of their train car to the outside.
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