Naked In School

"Damn. That Takamaki almost had me convinced there was nothing to those rumors about her and Kamoshida. Maybe she wasn't screwing that creep, but she's definitely that big a slutty perv as everyone thought! Look at that body!"

"See? What'd I say? Class Prez was sneaking around those Shinjuko backalleys and grilling those gangster dudes about their brothels for a reason. I bet she's just been pretending to study this whole time. Probably bumping her grades up with a little striptease for the professor!"

"Hot damn. Under all those frumpy clothes Okumura has a sexy body, huh? You think this is some kind of stunt by her old man to get attention and boost the family business?"

"Dude. I heard rumors about one of our freshman being a home bound turbo nerd gamer girl. Nobody told me she was such a little hottie. Hey, you think she's one of those sluts that streams a game and gets naked for views? Wonder if she's got a Let's Play..."

"Seriously? First the volley ball game and now this? This school really does let the athletes get away with the most perverted shit. I'd be pissed if Yoshizawa didn't have such a hot little naked body..."

The school was as much a seething cauldron of loud whispers and gossip as it ever was. And of course the subject of the rumors were the humiliated almost naked girls walking dejectedly down the hallway, their cheeks burning with the ugly insults and mockery directed their way on top of being so bare and on display in the middle of their high school. The phantom queens had in one way or another always been ostracized and shunned by their peers. It was apparently all too easy for the student body to double down on their scorn now that the girls were trapped in the most shameful predicament imaginable. Their classmates were as vicious and merciless as ever, laughing and sneering and happily snapping pictures of the girls in their moment of abject embarrassment.

But most of Kasumi’s thoughts were not focused on the whispers or the stares of lust and contempt she received as she walked through the hallways. Oh, the Shane of being almost naked in the middle of school, her body barely covered by the mockery of her student uniform was incredibly humiliating. Her hands were awkwardly trying to hide her crotch and as cheeks as they peaked out of the top and bottom of the tiny strip of plaid fabric that now served as her skirt. But most of her mind was focused intensely on the task of walking one step at a time without tripping over her feet as her body spawned and her knees trembled. The disembodied shadow tendrils had returned, unseen by the denizens of the real world but very much FELT as they squirmed and teased Kasumi and her girlfriends.

Kasumi had learned a great deal about sex and desire over the last few days. She had taken no small delight in embracing her Senpai and his wonderfully large member fully inside herself many times since her love confession, often while being surrounded by the smiling faces and teasing hands of her female lovers. And just as often she found herself entwined with one of her passionate girlfriends, her aroused clit slowly jousting with the warm inner folds between their legs. In both cases there was a wordless language being spoken. A twinge, or a thrust, or a thrum of love and approval as they embraced in the closest and most wonderful ways possible. Yes Kasumi understood very well how a touch could express so much. And her mind could not help but make the comparison now as the phantom tentacles teased and thrust within her pussy and ass. With every step they spoke to her, expressing their approval at her nakedness and public humiliation. She was certain they knew, somehow, where to touch her to inspire the most intense reactions from her body. Their presence was a constant and deliberate reminder of how helpless she and her girlfriends truly were. Every teasing thrust recalled memories of her humiliation in the Metaverse, a reminder that her name and her body were the property of a demented inhuman creature who loved nothing more than to tease and humiliate her.

Kasumi was trying very hard to stifle a moan of delight as her body again betrayed her. The message the tentacles delivered over and over again was clear. Her precious clothes and dignity were only a fleeting thing to be given or taken away at the whims of her inhuman master. She and her girlfriends were nothing but the playthings of the Metaverse, in that other world and in this one. And every time her body answered that declaration the same way. She felt her inner walls clench and spasm in pure delight. She was utterly in love with her senpai. She was utterly devoted to the gorgeous, frisky group of girls that had gathered around him. And deep down there was a demented, little part of her soul that was shamefully delighted to be the helpless, slutty little sex **** Mishima had transformed her into!

“This isn’t fair!” Futaba squeeled in front of her, stumbling drunkenly. Kasumi quickly moved to catch her as she teetered dangerously close to collapsing,

“It’s okay! We’re here with you!” She whispered, wrapping her arms around the geeky girl.

“I knowwww. That’s what sucks! This is so humiliating! And all of you are standing there blushing and naked and….it isn’t fair!!!”

Kasumi blushed deeply, suddenly understanding the freshman’s plight. Say what she would about the Metaverse and the humiliations she suffered there, their shared humiliation had been unbelievably arousing. And despite the snickers and leers the shadows gave them the fivessome had eventually given in to that embarrassing lust. And the **** sessions of lovemaking in those dark hallways had been intense and erotic in their own way. But sex in the Metaverse in front of grinning shadows was one thing. They were in the real world now. Giving into their humiliated arousal here was out of the question! Which made the proximity of four girls equally as aroused and humiliated as herself a private **** for Kasumi. Evidently she wasn't the only one imagining what the four might do with each other in front of their leering classmates...

"Keep your voice down." Makoto admonished, her own legs visibly trembling.

“E-excuse me Miss Class President, I’m trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend over here! Would you mind giving us some space? I’ll let you know if I need some advice from my casual fuck buddy!” Futaba whispered, sticking out her tongue.

Makoto blushed. “Futaba, you know that’s not-OH!!!”

All three girls suddenly spasmed hard, the phantom tentacles inside them giving a deep, sudden thrust followed by an intense thrumming, sending a wave of intense pleasure through their nether regions. Makoto lurched forward, pressing up against Kasumi fair support. The trio wobbled, trying not to topple as their mutual orgasm ran its course. When the threesome began stumbling backwards Ann and Haru quickly moved to catch them. Disaster was narrowly averted, only for the two remaining phantom queens to experience their own spasm of sexual sensation, forcing the five mostly naked school girls to cling tightly to one another as their release ran its course.

Kasumi was blushing hotly, her legs crossed together awkwardly like a new born deer, holding on to her mostly naked girlfriends for support as the aftershocks of her orgasm thrummed inside her. She whimpered softly to herself as the silence in the hallway was quickly filled with excited whispers and snickering. Everytime she believed she had experienced the true limits of her shame, the monster in the Metaverse found new depths to plunge her into.

"If you girls are finished making a mess, we need to get to class." Kawakami said unsympathetically, indicating the collective puddle the fivesome had just left in the wake of their intense and humiliating public release.

The mocking laughter of the students around them grew louder. Kasumi blushed in shame and a growing sense of anger and injustice. This wasn't fair! She hadn't done a single thing to deserve being naked in school! All this started because she had tried to do the right thing! Help someone out! She didn't....Kasumi's thoughts paused suddenly as her eyes met a face in the crowd. The wide eyed gaze of the Student Newspaper President stared back at her. Kasumi glared. The news girl stared back a moment, then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"No you don't!" Kasumi growled, the usually meek girl filled with an uncharacteristic rage as she broke away from her circle of humiliated girlfriends and chased after the student reporter. This all started because of that girl, and she knew things Kasumi needed to know. It was time for a few answers and a little payback!