The Curse of Atua! (ENF)

Presumably, if Atua was happy with everyone's sculpture offerings, Teruteru's disruptions, and Gonta's assistance, as well as Angie's leadership, it stood to reason that they should all be making great sculptures now, right? That wasn't quite the case... The whole class could do nothing but watch as Gonta presented Angie's spread legs to them, bringing her laughing, bikini-clad form close enough so that she nearly kicked certain students with her slippers. "Nyahaha! You're tickling me, Gonta! I don't need your help laughing! Laughs are divine blessings given by Atua!" Angie protested, kicking her legs hard enough so that one foot really did hit an oddly metallic head, producing a low, clunk noise and causing her right shoe to fall off as her foot curled.

"Ah ha ha ha!" Gonta laughed along with a sunshiney smile, interpreting the atmosphere as being much more positive than it was. "Gonta help!"

"Gonta! Atua's gonna get mad if you keep bouncing me! Atua's gonna-!" Angie complained, wearing an uncharacteristically red-faced frown for a moment. "Atua's gonna be really mad if you make my swimsuit come off!!" That was already a work in progress, it seemed... with every bounce, the bikini top holding her modest breasts seemed to inch a little higher. Not only that... even the bikini bottom was beginning to ride up on her thighs a bit, so that only a perspective trick was still making her lower body decent. The bikini was actually off of her, though stretched wide to cover her private area. Still, depending on your viewpoint, you could see her bare bottom peeking around it, or her shaven womanhood. "A-A-Atua loves even his naked followers... But Atua also likes me to wear my swimsuit!"

"Ah ha ha! Atua sounds like good guy! He loves a lot of things!" Gonta cheered, hoisting Angie again with new enthusiasm.

"Gonta!!" Angie cried, trying to wiggle free, but finding her friend too powerful. In a last minute move of desperation, she grabbed her seashell necklace in her teeth and bit it hard enough to sever the chain. Then, she allowed it to fall into her lap... when her bikini bottom finally came off, all that preserved her modesty was the bouncing sea-shell she'd left in her lap. Even that could fall at any moment. "Nyahaha... I'm saved by the shell!" Someone else in the class guffawed, as though they really appreciated the humor, while she shook her head and recovered. "N-No, wait! This is still bad! Atua's super mad!"

"Still?! Uwooooh! Gonta help Angie even harder!" Gonta resolved, now forcibly shaking Angie towards the other students.

Angie's face grew hotter as she felt her bikini top displaced by the motions... if anything was covering her nipples now at all, it would just be the double front pigtails of her white hair. The class would get a new appreciation for where her tan lines really did end, showing paler flesh around her lap and breasts. If there was one miracle left to Angie, it was that the sea-shell pendant was still bouncing up and down on her groin rather than falling off completely... her bikini bottom had made it all the way to her knees now and wasn't protecting much of anything. "Gonta! A priestess who can't show her face in public any more can't help Atua much at all! Ya gotta open your eyes and put me down!"

"Hm?" the bespectacled boy murmured, finally blinking his eyes open; they'd been happily squeezed shut this whole time as he danced around, hoisting up his friend. Now that he opened them... he saw Angie's bare body, including her naked buttocks, in front of him. "A-A-Angiiiiie!" he cried, panicking and dropping her all at once. "Gonta still gentleman on inside, Gonta promise!!"

That was good to know, but it didn't help her much, as she was dropped onto her front so that her breasts were hidden by the floor, but her butt was up in the air and visible completely to him. She heard his nostrils flaring hard as she moved both hands to cover her anus and slit. "Atua says... Gonta has to increase his blood donations by a loooot to make up for ruining art class and all Atua's sculptures! If you're okay with that... m-maybe Angie will forgive you," Angie murmured, pouting as she pressed her cheek against the floor and tried to ignore the indignation of the class around her, mixed with shouts of excitement from the more shameless among them.

Speaking of which, Teruteru stood nearby, offering her one hand to help her up, while plugging his nose with two large napkins... they were soaked in red now. "Not to worry, Angie... a lot of blood has collected in my blood sausage," he announced proudly.

"Then I hope you're ready to stick a fork in that sausage and give it to Atua," Angie pouted, seeming too perturbed to laugh along with the joke.

"... Th-That kind of play... sounds like a bit too much even for me..." Teruteru admitted.

The classroom was really buzzing now. Gonta retrieved Angie's coat and lay it over her so that she could finally get back up to her feet. The art class was over now, and not a single person had produced a decent visage of Atua... though a few had some pretty darn provocative statues of Angie now. However, Angie's faith was going to be tested harder, as she walked out of the class with nothing but her closed robe around her, one shoe on, and a bracelet, flanked by Gonta on one side...