(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Minako had taken some small solace in assuming that, at least, things could not get worse.
She was wrong. She felt her flustered expression go from red to pale as her hands began to trace upward along her hips... and then realize her fingers were dancing inward along her skin towards her inner thighs.
Oh no.
At first the Shadow's influence might have been content with just disrobing the cheerful girl, but wouldn't bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure be all the merrier? The fact that it would surely coincide with the height of embarrassment was a nice benefit, too.
Minako felt her body shivering seconds later. Her hands continued to rub at her thighs, which lacked a stitch of fabric to hold back her own soft touch. Her posterior settled back into the seat, and she realized she was nuzzling into it. "M, mm..." That sound had left her own lips. Oh no, nononononooo...
Mitsuru beside her remained somehow oblivious to Minako's quickened breathing. Her chest began rising and falling steadily as her face began to sweat. Her legs clenched around her hands, which continued to rub and caress at her inner thighs.
"M, mmmmm...." In a small blessing, she had managed the strength to bite into her lip and keep those small sounds of contentment subtle.
Or maybe the Shadow allowed it, knowing that if her sounds were any louder, she'd draw everyone's attention and the jig would be up.
Something had to intervene. A stranger, Mitsuru, whatever it took, Minako pleaded desperately for some sort of obstacle to her uncharismatic madness.
Just as she had this thought, the only hope that came to mind, Minako was snapped out of it by...
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