A new type of teasing and bullying from Hiyoko.

Chihiro gulped and shifted from where he'd been clobbered on the floor to as defensive of a position as he could muster. That is, he was hugging his knees to his chest and pressing his back against the wall. His face was burning red: this was the first time he could remember that he'd let another student see him in his underwear. That was humiliating enough, but what he was really worried about was having his body carefully studied. Luckily, the combination of puffy bloomers, his purposeless bra, and his not-too-impressive endowment ought to at least visually obscure the fact that he was anything but a poorly-developed female.

Still, this was the worst situation he could possibly be in. By any account, he thought what had just happened to Hiyoko ought to have given her a nice turnabout lesson, but he might have pushed it too far. The purchase he'd activated, after an upgrade, read:

"Once per day, you can make the target change one piece of clothing, which she must wear until midnight or you tell her otherwise. If she resists, her butt will become increasingly itchy."

It had seemed perfect at the time, but the fact was that it was now finished. There wasn't really any way for him to use it to get out of the corner he was backed into, as far as he could tell. That meant he was at the mercy of whatever retaliation Hiyoko had planned.

He'd always known her to be verbally and emotionally abusive, not physically. Then again, he'd also never seen anyone put her through hell the way he just had. With beads of nervous sweat forming on his head, Chihiro watched Hiyoko, who seemed to be glaring down at him and appreciating his fear, licking her lips.

With a dry throat, he tried to speak. "I'm... sorry, Hiyoko... I don't know what happened... I can't explain it! I just wanted to give you my swim trunks... i-in case it helped... I hope they're not itchy!"

Hiyoko let out an unamused chuckle, flapping at the flared legs of the garment and trying to make some ants fall out. "That's so considerate, Chihiro! Do you have anything else nice you wanna say to me? I'm... all... ears..." she spoke in a strange voice, lowering herself to a crouch and bringing herself uncomfortably close to Chihiro.

He gulped again, shaking his head feverishly.

"Cat got your tongue? I'm gonna stay... right... here... until you've said eeeeverything you wanna say." She leaned in even closer, so that her bright orange eyes stared into Chihiro's and her breath fell on his lips. "Let's get niiice and comfy."

... Chihiro was starting to get the feeling something was off. Whatever it was, it wasn't letting him get out of here any faster. He tried to rise to his feet-

Hiyoko grabbed his shoulders before he could rise and shoved him back down. Before he could tuck his legs back up for defense, she climbed over him, keeping her hands on him to press him down and tying up his bare legs with her own. "Oops! Wrong move. Try again!"

Chihiro wasn't regularly bullied by Hiyoko, but considering it had happened just minutes ago, he knew this wasn't what being bullied by Hiyoko ought to be like. He remembered that he'd unlocked a bonus effect when he completed that mission. Since Hiyoko wasn't going anywhere, he decided to take a moment to look:

"The target's attempts to bully you or tease you will always become flirtatious or sexual. Awareness: OFF"

Well, that explained it. Hiyoko was probably trying to appreciate the compromising position she had him in with some good old fashioned making fun of him, threatening him, and laughing at him. Instead, the reward he'd unwittingly earned was making it so she was engaged in some sort of cat-and-mouse play.

Chihiro noticed with some frustration that he wasn't able to toggle it off, although he supposed maybe he could spend some time and gems finding an upgrade to make that possible. He didn't think Hiyoko would just sit there and let him do that, though. If she knew what she was doing, maybe she'd make an effort to stop herself? Thinking this, Chihiro tried toggling the awareness...

Hiyoko was going to get to the bottom of what had just happened to her and how she'd ended up wearing Chihiro's trunks, but before that, she was going to take advantage of the privacy afforded by this room and the weak position she had Chihiro in with some classic bullying techniques guaranteed to make a wimpy little girl cry. The swimsuit setup earlier had been complicated, but there was no need to be fancy here: the old fallbacks of cornering her target with her body, bringing it in close to capture their full attention, breathing hot on them to drive them crazy, and tangling the other woman's body in her own to prevent escape ought to do the job. In no time, Chihiro would be shuddering with lust and losing control...

"Huh?" Hiyoko spoke aloud, her eyes suddenly growing wide as the strangeness of her situation dawned on her. "What am I doing?" She asked the question to herself, to Chihiro, or to any other third party capable of explaining.

The young woman she was on top of cleared her throat. "Hiyoko, are you all there? Could you... m-maybe back up and try taking a deep breath? Speak to me calmly?"

"You wish! So you can weasel your way around me, run and cry for help? I'm getting an explanation for all this!" Hiyoko tried to say. Instead, she found different words leaving her mouth. "That really what you want? You've got me sooo breathless, Chihiro... Aren't you gonna take responsibility?" Now that she was aware of the disparity, she clapped a hand over her mouth when she finished speaking, her eyes widening with shock. "What am I saying?"

To Hiyoko's relief, Chihiro didn't seem to be taking what she was saying seriously, although she did look visibly affected. "Hiyoko. I know this is weird, but... I need you to be calm and try not to make fun of me or mess with me. Then... I think you can leave. But give me my clothes back when you do, or I think it'll cause a problem for you. C-can you do that?"

"Screw you! I'm leaving with your clothes in my hands, and there's nothing your powdered baby-bloomer'd butt can do to stop me!" / "Maybe I want your clothes as a souvenir? That itty bitty skirt of yours is kinda cute... if you don't want me to, why don't you try and stop me?" Hiyoko gasped and clutched at her pigtails in frustration. She spoke carefully and found she was able to make her words match up. "Chihiro, um... I swear, that stuff I'm saying isn't what I'm trying to say. My head's all funny! Everything's jumbled up!"

Chihiro looked at her severely. "Hiyoko... You need to talk to me calmly and, um, nicely... Like that. If you try and make fun of me, you're going to keep running into problems."

Annoyed, Hiyoko tried another string of profanity, growing increasingly red but remaining too stubborn to stop. "You eye-catching snack of a cutie pie! I wanna hug you so hard you squeak like the precious bunny you are. I'm gonna take your clothes and make you work for 'em. I wanna see you strut that cute little butt of yours all around this hut! When I get outta here, the first thing I'm gonna do is tell everyone what a total cutie you are and how head-over-heels I am for that tight little ass of yours. W-w-what the hell!" She finally came to a stop, panting, eyes wide and face burning.

For a moment, she was in a standoff with Chihiro as their two young bodies remained tangled together, Chihiro not feeling the need to say anything else and Hiyoko too scared to open her mouth. Finally, Hiyoko spoke again, slowly, as though walking through a minefield. "Okay. I get it. You've done something.... so I can't talk... obviously. But I can still do things to you, right?"

"N-no, don't do anything malicious!" Chihiro begged. "Please, just leave!"

Hiyoko gulped, but smiled. Whatever Chihiro had done to her, the brat obviously thought she was all talk. All verbal ****. But Chihiro had no idea how far Hiyoko'd go when she got vengeful enough. Without saying anything, she tried to convey what a bad time was in store to Chihiro by glaring at him, an expression she didn't recognize was displaying as a lustful leer to the programmer. She ran through the plan in her head. "I oughta swipe her bra and hide it from her! That'll show her!"

Still smiling devilishly, Hiyoko leaned in towards the cowardly programmer and gingerly undid the hook on Chihiro's bra. Meeting no resistance (other than the smaller woman covering her equally small tits with her arms), Hiyoko whipped the garment off and began twirling it on one finger...

She began sweating as she realized she couldn't figure out how to stop. She was supposed to be hiding the bra now, but her body seemed to think putting on this show was more important. Reflexively, she tried to curse. "Nice tits!" was all that came out, and she clicked her teeth.

"P-please..." Chihiro begged, her eyes watering up.

"I could... I can just kick her, can't I? Dammit, I don't care if it hurts me as much as it hurts her or if I get in trouble, just kick her!" Hiyoko drew her foot back, then extended it, brushing her bare leg all over Chihiro's bare shoulders first, then the sides of her face, watching as if expecting the other woman to worship her foot. "Just... c'mon..." she muttered helplessly and vaguely, smiling shakily.

Finally, she fell to her knees, looking miserable. "I give up! I give up, I won't try to mess with you anymore, okay? I can't take this any more! Look, I'm not gonna mess with you, but you've gotta at least tell me. Are you the one who's doing this? Be honest, or I'll... spank that ass, Chihiro! Shoot...!"

Chihiro realized this might finally be at an end, thank God. His quest to be more of a man had run into a huge snag when he ended up in nothing more than his bloomers, cornered on his butt in a dressing room by a woman nearly his size, but at least he was about to be free...

That said, there was no way he could tell Hiyoko the truth. The app seemed powerful, but if word got out about its existence, there'd be no way to use it to cover up everything. He felt terrible lying about it, but it was what he had to do. "I don't know... Of course I'm not doing this to myself! M-maybe something's messed up in the code, or maybe one of the Administrators... thought it'd be a funny prank?" He realized as soon as he'd said it that this statement was pretty implicitly throwing either Miu Iruma or Kazuichi Soda, the only known perverts of the Administrators, under the bus.

Hiyoko didn't look totally satisfied with that answer, but she at least seemed to like it more than an outright admission of guilt. That meant she could at least leave Chihiro alone. "Don't think I'll forget about this... good time you showed me," she told him, first in a serious voice, then in an unnecessarily sultry one. "I'm gonna count on you to get to the bottom of this... or else," she finished again, posing in side profile and slapping a hand to her own butt with meaning. "All right, enough, I'm going. I'll even grab you a rental so it's super clear I'm a super nice girl, okay? Okay, God, or whoever's doing this?!" Throwing her hands up in resignation, the dancer rose to her feet, no longer even seeming bothered by the fact that she was wearing Chihiro's trunks. Even the ants and the stickiness were forgotten...

Actually, if the ants were forgotten, that meant they must not have been biting. Now that Chihiro considered it, it would have been weird for them to have programmed ants that could bite and irritate into the simulation. If only he'd thought about that at the beginning...