It's Zoe?

You were more confused than embarrassed when the door was pushed open to reveal the strange girl you weren't on the best of terms with. A lot of the confusion came from the fact that Zoe wasn't even_ in your science class. Zoe awkwardly stood there as you awkwardly stood opposite. You suppose you had _seen Hateya and Zoe spending time together in the past. Were they really such good friends?

"Oh, Zoe!" Hateya gives a rare smile, one usually reserved for the gaze of male ass, "Wonderful you could join us. Was wondering when you'd arrive."

"Erm, I got a little... lost..." Zoe says blanky. How did she get lost in a school she'd been going to for years?

The more you think about it, the more this pairing makes sense. After all, the two were nearly as weird as each other, just in different ways. And now you're in a room with them. For an experiment about male embarrassment. Great. An even bigger problem is that Zoe is a total pervert; you've seen her drawing naked anime boys during class. And then you told the class loudly about her doing so. Which means that both lust and **** are motivations here from the oddball.

"Oh, that's fine Zoe. May you stand opposite Sam, please?" Hateya says with professionalism, as if she was running interviews for a company.

And so she does, just a foot away. She gives you an odd look beneath her choppy hair, biting her lip and not making complete eye contact. What did she know about the plans for today? Did Hateya share her plans?

"Let us continue the experiment. Sam, may you remove your pants?" Hateya says the most ridiculous thing with the straightest face; only a twitch of the lips giving away her excitement .

You don't know what to say, so you let your mouth do the work instead of your brain, "W-What?! You said we'd go slow!"

"I did. And we are. You'll be able to keep your underwear on, after all." Hateya replies smugly, flipping through a notebook and already taking notes. What even on? Meanwhile Zoe is staring at the ground distracted... Wait, she's actually staring at your legs.

You're so tempted to just leave now. But you need that science grade... Without Hateya's help, you'll nearly fail for certain. You can get this over with now and try to block it out your memory afterwards. So with obvious ****, you kick off your worn trainers and put them to the side. You take a deep breath, before pulling down your jeans. A terrible day to choose to wear briefs. You stand there for a moment, with the red tint of your face getting more clear. Long untanned skinny legs with thick thighs showing. White plain socks, small white briefs and a thin t-shirt being all to protect your delicate modesty. Hateya gives you an objective observation with piericing eyes, examining as if she can see through you. The blush and gaze from Zoe is very unscientific, as she's almost drooling looking your legs up and down. Weakly you move your hands in front of your crotch, the gesture doing little to make you feel any relief.

Hateya pauses, the noise of pen on paper briefly stopping as her voice pierces the room, "Question time. Sam, how do you feel right now? With both me and Zoe staring directly at you?"

"E-Embarrassed..." You weakly respond. Trying to make eye contact with anything but the two strange girls.

"Details, please. I can't write a paper with that." She reprimands, letting out a sigh as if you're the one being unreasonable.

"U-Um... I feel exposed. I don't like the fact you're both looking at my legs." You look away from Zoe, the normally shy and reserved girl making no qualms about staring right at you, "And Zoe's gaze is making me nervous...."

To Zoe's defense, she doesn't seem like she really notices. She seems to be lost in lust, feeling no shame about her lack of bashfullness. She hasn't said anything since you've removed your pants. Actually, you don't even know if she's blinked since you've appeared in your small underpants.

She notes this down, her scientific and straightforward way of doing things putting you more on edge, "Okay. Question for Zoe, what do you think about Sam's form?"