No way.

It turns out that shaking her fist in anger at the bottomless blonde was not the best move for the integrity of Blake's pants, as the slight jostling caused the branch she was caught on to tear further into the garment. Blake's only warning of her imminent fall was the gradual sound of fabric being ripped apart. Eyes widening in alarm, she quickly reached out to grab hold of something- anything really, that could prevent her from falling out of her pants. But alas, her struggles were for naught.

The back of the pants split completely in half, and Blake now found herself dropping out of them and plummeting further down the tree. And then, as if by some cosmic coincidence or higher power that conspired against her, the Huntress-in-training wound up suffering a fate similar to Yang's own.

Her thong had caught on another branch during her fall, resulting in a extremely painful wedgie of her own. Unlike Yang though, Blake's undergarments were snagged from the front, meaning that her wedgie was of the frontal variety.

With her butt already being split in half by the tiny amount of fabric that made up the back of her panties, Blake's crotch was subjected to a much more serious torment. A high-pitched whine escaped from Blake's clenched teeth while her eyes nearly rolled back from the **** her crotch was undergoing. The fabric of her thong could no longer be seen as it was swallowed up by the tender, puffy lips of her labia and dug in even further. She would later swear that she could feel the fabric digging into a place that it had no business being near.

Yet that was nothing compared to the agony she felt coming from her clit. Unlike Yang, whose little pink pearl at least shifted to the side after a short while, the frontal wedgie that Blake was experiencing was so tight, that the thinly stretched fabric pressed against her clitty with enough **** to keep it pinned against her pelvis. Her thong had somehow managed to slice across the exact center of the tiny nerve-bundle, meaning that Blake felt like her love-button was being cut in half.

Never in her life had she ever felt pain that was even remotely comparable to the wedgie she was currently suffering from. All sense of awareness had left her. She could no longer remember what she was doing a moment ago, the cool breeze of the forest could no longer be felt on her skin, and the hysterical laughter of Yang as she rolled on the ground while gripping her stomach was deaf to her. All that was left, was unimaginable genital pain.