(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)
On one hand, things being so dark gave Yukari the oddly comforting sensation that she was alone.
Except she wasn't so oblivious she could drown out things as obvious as Junpei's presence and who-knew-how-many students about to stumble upon a stark naked girl writhing in ecstasy in their fountain.
At least Yukari was slowly coming down off her self-induced high, though it didn't make her feel any less awkward... even more, if anything.
"Uh, Y-"
"Wow, who is THAT!?"
"I'd know a girl that fine if I saw breasts like those..."
"Dude, you can see a LOT more than those!"
Yukari froze up, her hands frozen in place between her parted thighs in a vain attempt at maintaining some modesty... which felt about as useful as a wet wash cloth.
The spraying of the fountain had stopped, her excited mood was fading, and Yukari felt nothing but absolute shame washing over her in its stead.
But no one seemed to recognize her.
"...i, if you want to get me out of here..." Yukari whispered, as softly to Junpei as she could, and as loudly as she dared to ensure only he heard her.
"...now would be a very good time!..."
"Oh, uh, yeah..." Junpei coughed, and walked out in front of the nude girl, holding up his hands in an attention getting display.
"Okay, everyone... uh, show's over, this was just... er... a demonstration for the culture festival! Look, a very convincing... eh... outfit! She's not really naked, it's just very convincing makeup!"
Yukari was sure of it, then.
Junpei really was a complete moron.
Then, to her absolute shock, the gathered students...
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