It could be raining

As the student of Shujin Academy made their way towards their classes, a modest silence began to descend upon the hallways of the school. With the dispersal of the bullies out of the quad area, the disused corner of the school was almost perfectly still. Almost, except for a persistent, soft thumping sound of metal on metal softly being jostled. A certain locker was wobbling back and forth, dancing an odd and increasingly persistent tempo to the movements of two cramped occupants.

"Soon! Just a bit longer like that! G-good boy! Just a little more...Would you like me to undo the ribbon now? Would you like that? Do you want a reward for all your hard work?"

"Y-yes, Yoshizawa! Please!"

The pair of naked students had all but reached their climax. And then, seconds before the conclusion, the locker door was unceremoniously yanked open. With a gasp a cute naked red haired girl with a long pony tail tumbled out of metal cage, her large breasts bouncing slightly as she caught herself on all fours. Right behind her a blue haired naked boy followed, kneeling behind her while hugging her hips.

"I-it opened! We're out! We're free! W-w-w-OH GOD YES!" Kasumi babbled, her mind reeling from the unexpected freedom a few seconds before her orgasm blotted out every other thought. The humiliation of being stripped in the middle of her own school combined with the devilish impulse to turn use the poor unwitting boy whose shadow self had tormented her so much as her own plaything and the sheer excitement of having sex where they could be caught at any instant was all culminating in a series of intense, wonderful orgasms. Mishima continued to thrust in and out of her, enduring her enthusiastic squeezes and moans and driving her on and on to new heights of bliss. The pair finally crested the pleasureable sensation and her insides were filled up in one final moment of pleasure.

"G-good boy..." Kasumi whispered in a daze as her lover and nemisis withdrew from her. They were both panting, still caught in the glorious feeling.

Click went the camera.

Both naked teens looked around wildly in alarm. And hiding around the corner was the newspaper club president, a very expensive looking camera with a very, very big black lense pointing in their direction.

"N-newsie-chan!!" Kasumi screeched in horror as another picture was taken.

"Hi, Yoshizawa. I see you made the most of your situation." The reporter responded coldly before snapping a photo.

Mishima leapt to his feet, both hands trying to hide his indecency as he blushed. Glancing between them both, he stammered with a bow. "Y-yoshizawa-san. Thank you! I'd like to...umm...I...I'm sorry! I need to see Mr. Maruki! Good luck to you!"

And with that the humiliated student fled down the hall. The news reporter snorted loudly as he ran.

"Was that necessary?" Kasumi growled.

"As a matter of fact..." the news club president, snapping a picture of the cute red head's exposed breasts. "It was. But don't worry. He isn't the focus of my story."

Kasumi blushed, hands covering her large breasts, only to yelp in dismay as the camera panned down to capture her naked pussy. The reporter smiled as Kasumi's eyes widened, taking a step to the left, forcing Kasumi to pivot to avoid the camera snapping a picture of her lovely bottom. The club president playfully moved a step to the right, forcing Kasumi to pantomime the motion to preserve her modesty.

"L-leave me alone!" Kasumi begged.

"You brought this on yourself. Because I led you to them, I owe those thugs a favor. And the price for keeping my shirt on is to run an exclusive story on the mysterious new mental stripdown phenomena in our school! I'll be shadowing you all day, Mrs. Olympic Gymnast." The reporter said.

"Noooo. Please, its humiliating enough going to class like this!" Kasumi begged.

"Hmmm. I might be willing to hold off for a little while. But you'll owe me. And it has to just be a little while. Most of your naked school day is going on film. But I'll hold back for now."

Kasumi sighed in relief, dropping her hands. The news girl gave her body a long, appraising look. Kasumi blushed, fighting back the urge to cover herself again. Staring was embarassing, but pressing her luck by protesting didn't seem like a good idea. After all, Newsie-chan was hardly the only one who would be looking at her before the day was through.

.......

Mrs. Kawakami sat at her desk, half heartedly writing out a lesson plan. Periodically she would look up and glare at the trio of nearly naked girls grumbling, laughing and comiserating next to her chalk board. The teacher silently ground her teeth. The trio of Ann, Makoto and Futaba were blushing like mad, awkwardly fulfilling their task of cleaning the board while trying to hide their bodies while scolding, bantering and generally distracting themselves from their situation.

"Are you all right, Sensei?" Haru asked, carrying a large number of books in her hands, hiding her body behind them.

"Fine." Kawakami growled before clearing her throat. "And you? You seemed surprisingly well adjusted to this situation."

"Oh no. This is incredibly humiliating. But I suppose it is a nice distraction from everything that's been happening at home." Haru said, setting her load next to the desk.

"Ah. I suppose it would be." Kawakami nodded, remembering the media frenzy surrounding the senior's family in recent days. "And I suppose it makes a certain transfer student happy."

"Do you mean Ren-san? Or Yoshizawa?" Haru asked.

"Heh. Either, I suppose." Kawakami glanced between the enigmatic boy sitting in the corner with his sharp gaze firmly locked on the three girls in the opposite corner of the room. "Any boy with even a slight interest in women would be in heaven in this situation."

Haru smiled. The last was said with a strong hint of bitterness. "And any girl. I do admit, it is an entrancing sight. I've discovered a taste for bottoms, especially, and they do have a lovely arrangement..."

Kawakami grunted without saying a word.

"Then again, I was there in Hawaii, so let me assure you. Be bold and assume the poses you rehearsed in your room that day and you will have Ren's undivided attention, if that's what you want. You'll have all our attention, in fact."

Kawakami looked up sharply. "Y-you say that??"

"I saw every moment of it." Haru giggled. "I'm afraid I have a bad habit of snooping lately. Apologies."

Kawakami sighed. "Well, at least you were an attentive helper. Like you are being now. I thought at least Makoto would put some effort in, but she's as distracted as the others."

"She has a lot on her mind. But thank you. Actually, I was wondering if I could work with you a little more closely. There was something..."

But Haru and the room grew entirely silent when the door to the class slid open, Kasumi Yoshizawa peeking timidly around the corner. It was close to the end of the home room period, the prescribed interval in which girl had been given to return before the group would be punished.

“I apologize for my tardiness, sensei.” Yoshizawa said, still hiding behind the doorway, dreading the moment she would venture into the classroom stark naked in front of her fellow students (again). “I met with Mishima-kun earlier, he asked me to tell you he was feeling ill and is visiting Dr. Maruki right now…”

She was still summoning up the courage to enter the classroom when her fellow phantom thieves rose silently put down ceased their assigned tasks and turned to face her. And then in the blink of an eye the group mobbed the doorway as if Kasumi was being subjected to an all out attack. Kasumi instinctively shut her eyes in surprise, only to open them a moment later to find herself utterly enveloped in a four way group hug.

“Kasumi! Your safe!!” Futaba exclaimed, a relieved sentiment echoed by the other girls as they hugged the blushing girl.

“What were you thinking, running off on impulse like that?” Makoto scolded, slapping the girl on the butt.

“Where have you been? What happened?” Ann asked.

“And most importantly of all, please explain why you are naked.” Haru chimed in, her hands subtly shifting from an affectionate, relieved embrace to something more playful and wanton. Kasumi gulped as the other three girls follow Haru’s lead, softly caressing and squeezing the red head in embarrassing places.

“I…I think I solved our current situation!” Kasumi squeeked. “If I did things right, Mishima’s shadow will have vanished by tomorrow morning. I don’t know how long it will last but for now we should be able to wear clothes again soon!”

“How the hell did you manage that?” Ann asked in shock.

“…I…ummm….” Kasumi stammered and blushed.

“Heh heh heh. I’d know that look anywhere. Has Kasumi been acting like a naughty girl?” Futaba asked with a sudden perverted smirk.

“O-only a little…” Kasumi whispered.

The other girls raised their eyebrows in unison.

“Ahem. We should discuss that tonight. I have gymnastics tonight, but I’ll ask the coach to let you watch me practice. Afterwards….afterwards, I want to hold our first official meeting as the Phantom Queens of Sluts!”

“….Do we really have to keep calling ourselves that?”

“If the shadow is gone why host a meeting?” Makoto also chimed up.

“Because if he comes back this will start all over. We should be prepared for when that happens. And since I’m responsible for our current situation please allow me to make amends by organizing our efforts to overcome this humiliating situation! I know I have no experience as a phantom thief but…”

“No objection.” Makoto said with nonchalance.

“Yeah, no problem here.” Futaba agreed.

“We put ourselves in your hands!” Haru said with a smile.

“Yeah, just tell us what you need.” Ann nodded.

“That…Senpais, are you sure? I wasn’t expecting…” Kasumi began.

“So far our experience hasn’t counted for much in these circumstances. Mishima has abilities none of us have ever seen until now. I…I tried leading us in a direct confrontation, and all that resulted from it was an excruciating train ride of complete humiliation. Regardless of the fact he said it to mock us, Mishima did name you the leader of his perverted variant of our group. He seem to have some twisted fixation on you most of all, Yoshizawa. You seem to be the best liaison we have for dealing with him right now, and while he holds all the cards our best tactic is to keep him appeased. And, not to put too fine a point on it, having you lead us sounds far better than having you run off on your own attempting to solve our problems by yourself. Something we are understandably worried about given your decision earlier to hunt for his shadow on your own…and your actions earlier today.” Makoto whispered, her voice an odd mix of affections and reprimands.

“Right. S-sorry, senpai. And…thank you everyone! I’ll discuss the details with you all tonight.” Kasumi said, bowing.

The girls offered her encouraging smiles.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. So if you girls are done whispering to each other in the hallway, we can get started on our literature course.” Kawakami said, her sardonic voice breaking the spell of the moment.

“Yes, sensei. I’m sorry about-“ Kasumi began.

“Its just too bad…” Kawakami interrupted, turning back and reentering the classroom.

The other girls glanced at each other in worry, tentatively reentering the class, avoiding the leers of the other students. Kasumi blushed, mortified as her nudity was greeted with wolf whistles and clapping.

“Its too bad your little entourage decided to leave class without permission instead of letting you enter. You almost made it to class on time. But the hallway is not the classroom. You are one hour late. And do you remember what that means for the other girls?” Kawakami said loudly.

“THEY HAVE TO STRIP!” The class screamed in enthusiasm.

“WHAT?” the five girls asked in horror.

“Correct, class. If Kasumi was late, all five girls would have to strip naked for the entire day. Now it looks like Yoshizawa has thoughtfully opted to save us some time and has already removed her clothes for our viewing pleasure. Now if the other girls would just follow suit we can start the lesson.” Kawakami said with a smile.

“But she…you can’t…” Ann stammered, her hands instinctively covering herself in horror.

“I’m sure some of your classmates would be happy to assist in removing those clothes if you aren’t able to do it yourself.” Kawakami said sadistically.

“Okay, I know she’s being affected by that perversion spell or whatever Mishima cast over the city but I’m seriously started to hate this teacher…” Futaba muttered under her breath.

“I’m waiting, girls.” Kawakami said snidely.

The five girls stood in horrified silence as the stood before the crowded classroom, their fellow students staring back in breathless anticipation. For a very long time, each girl had figured prominently in the minds of one portion of the student body or another. Whether it was the blonde bombshell Ann with her supermodel figure, the stern but cute student council president, the large breasts and curvy hips Haru normally kept hidden behind loose fitting and modest clothing, the lauded olympic gymnast Kasumi with her petite body and sizable breasts or even the enigmatic nerdy girl Futaba who had long been absent but was often discussed and pondered in the more technophilic elements of the classroom every girl assembled in this room could claim her portion of admirers and haters who longed to see them naked and humiliated. And now all five were moments away from fulfill that very wish!

One by one, the girls slowly crisscrossed their hands in front of their breasts. Hiding their nipples from view, the girls unclipped the clasp ensnaring each sensitive, swollen orb beneath the suspenders. The nipples popped out of their confinement, erect and perky, relieved to be freed and aching to be played with. The girls reluctantly unshouldered one suspender strap then the other, one hand hiding their naked chest while the other clung to their tiny skirts, holding the fabric in front of their genitals.

"Your almost done, ladies. Let's hurry this along so we can continue class." Kawakami said, not bothering to hide the smug truimph in her voice.

The five girls let out a collective whimper as the rest of the class gaped transfixed in front of them, every student leaning forward in their seats and craning their necks to get the best vantage point. Surrendering to the inevitable conclusion of their embarrassing nightmare, there was a soft rustling and shift of the hip as five skirts softly fell to the floor leaving five blushing schoolgirls completely naked in their homeroom class with only their hands to cover their private places. Every student in the room began to buzz with excitement, filling the classroom with a cacophony of laughter, lewd comments, and loud whispers.

"All right girls. Now that that is over with, I think I know the best way to get our class back on track..." Kawakami said.

.........

Japan had an odd tradition when it came to school discipline. It was an old punishment, long out of fashion at institutions such as Shukin Academy. But under the influence of Mishima's curse the school was no longer concerned about many things, including modernity. The classic punishment consisted of a naughty student standing outside of the classroom, sometimes holding two buckets of water for an extended period of time. Of course, the typical punishment even at the height of popularity did not include the students in question standing completely naked except for high heels, nubile young bodies completely exposed and uncovered all standing in a row. Nor did the punishment normally include the sensation of invisible tentacles softly fucking the girl's pussies as they stood at attention, leaving each girl to tremble and stifle her moans as she tried to hold back her orgasm. Most also did not include the proximity of the newspaper club president kneeling in front of the entourage, snapping pictures from humiliating angles.

"W-weren't you giving me a break?" Kasumi moaned in frustration.

"I was. But I think the break is officially over." The president said. "Remember not to spill any of that water, girls. The vice principal is promising a hard paddling to anyone who does, and I'm serving as witness!"

"This...this can't be happening!" Ann moaned.

"I mean...it could be worse. At least you are out here in the hall during class and not getting stared at by the rest of the school."

At that moment a PDA sounded. "Attention, Shujin Academy. Five disobedient school girls are being disciplined on the second floor hallway in front of Mrs. Kawakami's homeroom. Each is required to stand perfectly still and present their naked bodies to the school for the rest of the day. We will be releasing students from class throughout the school day at regular intervals. Any student interested in photographing or examining the naked girls is free to do so during these periods. Please report any impertience or resistance on the part of the girls to the principle so immediate discipline can be administered. Thank you."

The news girl clutched her camera as five blushing, glaring faces stared at her.

"Well...it could be worse. It could be raining." She said with a shrug, before snapping another picture.