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(chapter originally by williwall at writing.com)

Yukari opened the door in a huff. “Forget it,” she said. “I’ll try my chances elsewhere.” She stepped out into the pouring rain, regretting her decision. “Stupid Junpei,” she muttered, slamming the door. She took a step forward.

Riiip!

The hem of Yukari’s dress had gotten caught in the car door. The dress, thoroughly soaked and worn, came completely apart. Gasping at the sensation of the cold, Yukari spun around to see Junpei smirking, his face against the window. She looked down, her disheveled and drenched hair falling in front of her face.

Bits of cloth remained, plastered to her skin. A thin band of wet cloth barely covered her nipples, stretched taut over her gistening breasts. Down below she fared much worse, leaving little of her slender thighs to the imagination. She yelped, blushing furiously, and darted back into the car, pulling the blanket over herself.

Junpei tossed his jacket into the back. “Here,” he said. “You can use this when you’re dry.”