Ryuko Attempts to Live a Normal Day in Honnoji (Difficulty: Impossible)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan (They wrote the vast majority!)

Before she could confront Satsuki on what had happened last night, Ryuko still had to go to class.

Barazo was nowhere to be found when she woke up. Apparently he’d already been scooped up for a morning meeting sometime at dawn. His wife seemed nonplussed, wearing her own maid outfit while cleaning around the house. His son was sleeping in, waiting to find a good spot to watch the school with his boys. And Mako rushed around in a panic, somehow still nearly being late for school despite living atop it.

It was all so strange. She could feel the facts of life gnawing at her mind, but didn’t have the wherewithal to fight it off.

Had she been naked or wearing only Senketsu she may have had a chance. But between her underwear, Mako’s old bunny pajamas, and the life fibers she’d absorbed through her various fights, she was further in the Honnoji mold than she would ever realise. Though not far enough along that she would ever wear something like a maid outfit
Unlike the rest of her class.

The familiar sight of her classmates in their standard grey Honnoji uniforms was gone. In their place was a sea of black and white frills, lace aprons, and perfectly folded headpieces. Every single student, from the burliest jocks to the quietest bookworms, was now dressed in a highly stylized, form-fitting maid outfit. The so-called battle exhibitionist could hardly call out all the bosoms and thighs on display, but she could certainly feel awkward as she quietly slid into her seat.

What was weirder was that the class weren't just wearing their outfits with pride; they were embodying the nature of a maid as well.

A group of boys were meticulously cleaning the windows, humming a jovial tune while they worked. Some others were scrubbing various desks, fluffing the cleaners, or just offering to sharpen pencils for their fellow maid-students. The whole class was a hum of curtsys and polite bows. Those that weren’t cleaning were standing around awaiting orders with a pleasant smile.

Ryuko was the only one sitting down, feeling completely out of place in her usual talking uniform. Yet no one batted an eye at the bizarreness. It was as if this were the most normal day in history to them.

A wave of confusion washed over her, but it was immediately followed by a strange, creeping sense of... acceptance? A voice in the back of her mind whispered, ‘This is fine. This is the new rule. Just go with it.’ She shook her head, trying to dislodge the thought. Something was definitely wrong here… right?

“Ryuko-chan!” Mako chirped, scurrying over before shoving a feather duster in Ryuko’s face. She still looked absurd in the maid uniform, but wore it with the same unbridled enthusiasm as everything else she did. “This is bad, Ryuko-chan! You're not in your school uniform! Here, I brought an extra for you!” She held up a folded, frilly garment. “They were handing these out at the front gate!”

Ryuko just grimaced at it. “No, Mako. I'm not wearing that crap, get it out of my face.”

This caused a wave of tuts to echo out around the room. All the maids suddenly pointed at her and wagged their fingers disapprovingly.

A nearby nerdy student adjusted his glasses and cat ear headdress then turned to her with a look of mild disappointment. “Tut tut, Matoi-san. This is clearly the new dress code for the day. It is clearly our duty to present a clean and orderly appearance, befitting of Barazo-sama's vision. Clearly.”

“Yeah, that’s clearly my problem with it.” Ryuko hissed mockingly. “Why should I listen to anything that perverted doctor has to say on fashion?”

Mako was casually cleaning up dust from Ryuko’s back with her duster, “Come on, Ryuko-chan! He’s a big deal now! You saw how amazing his outfit looked! Even Lady Satsuki believes in him!”

Another student tutted, taking her own feather duster to clean Mako’s back like a chain. “Don’t listen to her, Mankanshoku. Your dad is the fifth member of the Elite Four, that’s incredible! Obviously the exhibitionist transfer student has no idea the importance of fashion trends. All she cares about is getting naked and fighting.”

“So disrespectful,” said the next student in the chain.

“A day that requires humility, with a clean and orderly appearance? I don’t think she’s capable.”

“And she dares to speak about Barazo-sama like that… bitch.”

Ryuko grit her teeth. The urge to argue, to demand what the hell was going on, rose in Ryuko's throat. But as she opened her mouth, it vanished. That strange placid feeling washed over her again. The claws of Barazo’s orders gnawing away at the corners of her mind even now. Why fight this? It's just for one day. It's easier to just go along and let the students be maids if they wanted to.

Part of her was even considering just wearing the damn uniform. It would be so simple to just take the outfit from Mako and blend in. Just to stop the tuts and the disapproving glares…

But her pride and stubbornness were still fighting back. The thought of parading around in that frilly thing, of bowing and scraping like the others, made her stomach turn rage.

“I'm not a maid,” she growled with a low voice. “I don’t care about any of this. I just need to find out why my dad died, and what connection Satsuki has with it. Whichever idiot she hires to be her fashion fool is none of my business.”

Mako pouted, feeling bad for her friend to not see how important this was to everyone. A normal girl shouldn’t be wrapped up in so much frowny stuff, they should be following school uniforms and being a maid like everyone else!
Their blue haired scruffy teacher opened the door before Mako could press any further though. Even the teacher was wearing his frills properly, but he also didn’t have the energy to call out Ryuko for not wearing hers.
That would be a matter for the higher ups.

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“MATOI RYUKO!”

The arena was a mess of shattered clay and pride. Ryuko stood amidst the wreckage, dusting off her shoulder as the last member of the Pottery Club groaned at her feet. The fight had been pretty damn easy, their ceramic-based attacks crumbling against her and Senketsu’s combined might.

It had been a great lunchtime workout for her to vent frustrations and claim a few more life fibers.

All of that alleviated pressure on her psyche came crashing down quite literally as Gamagori had landed from the Elite Four tower above to loom over her.

“What do you want, Gamagori?” asked Ryuko, still as ever with her dismissive tomboy attitude.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE WEARING?!”

She clicked her tongue, “What do you think you’re wearing.”

It was true. Even the Elite Four had been subjected to the new Barazo way of life. The frilly outfit stretched tightly against his vast frame. His lace apron barely held on to his massive chest, and the fishnet stocking seemed to strain against his muscular tree trunk thighs. Yet he did not seem to be even an iota concerned or embarrassed by his attire.

If anything, having a massive muscular maid threaten you was only adding to his terrifying aura.

The disciplinary leader’s eyebrows twitched violently in rage, “MANKANSHOKU BARAZO HAS ORDERED THIS DAY BE SEXY MAID THEMED! YOU ARE SPITTING IN THE FACE OF LADY SATSUKI BY DEFYING HIS ORDERS AND WEARING NON APPROVED SCHOOL UNIFORM!”

“Senketsu was fine yesterday!” She barked back.

“THAT WAS THEN AND THIS IS NOW!”

The two started yelling at each other louder and faster than many could attune to.

High above, on the observation deck of Honnoji Academy's main tower, a serene scene starkly contrasts. The three other OG members of the Elite Four stood at attention, all wearing their own maid uniforms while their expressions were a mixture of stoicism with thinly veiled discomfort. As you see, their focus was not on the argument below, but on the man who now held their absolute allegiance, and the woman they admired’s twerking buttocks.

Barazo Mankanshoku lounged on Satsuki Kiryuin's throne, one arm draped casually over its back, already far too used to the concept of power over others without limit. His other hand was busy, idly kneading the soft fabric of Satsuki's black maid dress as it bounced around in front of him. Lazy fingers tracing the curve of her plump and juicy peach that she was slapping against his boner. Their thin black thongs were the last layer between their respective sexes. Despite being bent over at the hip and squat dancing against his huge cock, Satsuki held no ill will, steadfast in her vision down towards the yelling Matoi. The order to dance for her newest member felt so natural it did not demand a second thought. At this point she was just waiting for the next order to finally remove this ridiculous outfit and stretch out her aching pussy again, like they’d already done several times this morning. A sensation she was growing to admit an addiction to.

“You seem distracted, my Mankanshoku Barazo,” Satsuki said, her voice still full of her usual commanding fire. She didn't need to look at him to see his frown. Satsuki could feel the subtle tension in his groping touch, the lack of genuine satisfaction in his caress.

Barazo simply sighed. A dramatic put-upon sound escaped him before he gave her butt a final possessive squeeze. “It's nothing,” he groaned, clearly about to say his thoughts anyway, “I just… I came up with this amazing new maid outfit idea and it looks amazing! The whole school looks su~uper sexy!”

“I can attest to your work,” agreed Satsuki, not stopping her twerk. A quick side glance down to her Elite Four sent them into a mild panic.

“W-we agree too!” said Nonon, stroking her frilled skirt, “Everyone looks very d-dashing.”

“It is a nice change of pace,” agreed Sanageyama.

Inumuta continued to type on his keyboards, “Having the whole student body become cleaners has also reduced dust levels in Honnoji by 89%.”

Barazo smiled at the nice kids, but then bit his non-groping knuckle in faux distress, “And yet… there is still one that remains un-maided!”

All eyes returned down to Ryuko. She had deactivated her battle mode, showing off yesterday’s school sailor uniform like the drab piece of garbage it was. No frills, no headdress, no uniformity with the rest of the student body.

“If I were in charge…” he continued, practically embodying the devil on Satsuki’s shoulder as he whispered in her ear, “I’d get very angry about a girl not in the proper uniform. Especially if it was a uniform from someone as stylish as I.”
A sickening rage crossed Satsuki's face. Her jaw tightening, her frown deepening, and a stop to her twerkening.

Without another word to Barazo, Satsuki stepped away from him towards the edge of the observation deck. Her foot clacked climactically against the metal, cutting through the argument below. The wind whipped at her hair and the frills of her maid uniform as all eyes turned upwards.

“MATOI RYUKO! WHERE IS YOUR UNIFORM?!”

“Ah shit.” Ryuko hissed under her breath. She was already feeling exhausted yelling at Gamagori’s insanity, now she had to deal with maid Satsuki? “Not interested! So fuck off!”

“YOU DARE SPEAK TO LADY SATSUKI THAT WAY?!” Gamagori roared, inches away from activating his battle maid outfit.

Satsuki was equally as angry, feeling a tense burning in her stomach at the indignity Matoi showed her regime, “This is not some request you can deny, Matoi Ryuko! If you plan to stay at MY school you MUST adhere to the basic RULES! I could expel you just for what you’re wearing alone! Or do you no longer care about finding out the secrets behind your father’s demise?!”

That cut her deep. Ryuko was stuck between a rock and a hard place here, but despite Senketsu internally telling her he could turn into a maid uniform for her, she still instinctively grit her teeth against the world order. “Maid outfits?! That’s what’s going to get me thrown out?! You all must realize how fucking ridiculous you look right now!”

Satsuki very rarely snarled. Twas undignified after all. But right now she looked downright feral in her rage. She probably would have jumped down there to deal with Matoi herself, if Barazo hadn’t joined her on the main stage with an arm around her shoulder.

“Come on, Ryuko-chan~! It’s cute! Don’t you wanna look cute too?”

Ryuko winced. Partly because the image of his fatass next to Satsuki looked too weird, but also because a direct order was gnawing at her brain. She did sort of feel a desire to look cute in a maid outfit… yet her will to fight on without looking silly still won. Though she did place a hand against the headache she was struggling to acknowledge.

“Fuck…” she panted briefly before glaring up again, “Can’t believe its actually you up there. Thought for sure you were lying last night!”

Barazo grinned happily, “Nah. I’m the real deal, baby!”

“Indeed he is,” Satsuki nodded, having no qualms with his meaty hand playing with her tit as they stood up here.

“Yeah! I’m a fashion master! In fact… everyone! Make your outfits, uh, 20% sexier!”

No one actively ‘did’ anything, but the impact of the King’s words were immediate.

Suddenly everyone’s clothes did in fact become 20% sexier. Cleavage deepened, pantyhose grew sexy holes, panties and bras went down a size. Behind Gamagori’s apron peeked out heart shaped pasties on his mighty nipples, Nonon’s headdress grew cat ears, Sanageyama’s naval was more overtly on display, and Inumuta’s chaps became assless. Satsuki’s panties rode up higher on her pelvis and her maid outfit’s choker suddenly gained the words ‘Barazo’s’ across its length.

This was an order to the clothing itself, but no one even blinked at the sudden changes to their attire. It was just what the fashion king wanted after all.

Even Senketsu did as he was told. Ryuko didn’t notice a slight tightening around her chest and rear, as the sentient garment hugged her nubile body that little bit closer. It really showed off the girl’s natural jiggling curves as she pointed angrily up towards them.

“Did no one else see that?! He definitely did… something!”

“What did he do, Ryuko-chan?” asked Mako from nearby, now cleaning with the feather duster clipped between her ass cheeks.

She couldn’t vocalize it thanks to the life fibers she’d absorbed from the pottery club deepening the hold that Barazo had on her, but her instincts weren’t lying. “I… something!”

“Your refusal to come up with a valid reason for your pathetic complaints only cements your insubordination in my mind!” roared Satsuki, once more slamming her foot and sword against the observation desk metal. “Matoi Ryuko! You must be punished accordingly! Your refusal to adhere to today's regulatory clothing change is an insult to the sanctity of Honnoji Academy and a direct act of disobedience!”

Ryuko just clicked her tongue in annoyance, “Oh so what. You gonna put me in detention, your highness?”

“I have already threatened you with expulsion, anything less would be going back on my word.” Satsuki replied coldly, glaring down at her rival’s shock. “Change into the designated uniform at once or-”

“Actually, I have a better idea, Satsuki-san.”

Barazo quickly began whispering in Satsuki’s ear. The laws of physics around the height of the platform were already a little loose, but even then Ryuko had no chance hearing his mumbles from the ground.

“Very well.” said Satsuki. “I will not expel you, Matoi.”

Somehow that didn’t make Ryuko feel better, “...okay… so detention?”

“No. A two week suspension is in order for your disrespectful attitude.”

Ryuko felt annoyed, but kind of relieved. “Only two weeks? At my last school I used to do month long suspensions in my sleep. Maybe by then you’ll all have stopped listening to that idiot.”

“That ‘idiot’ is your only hope to return to my school, Matoi.”

“H-huh?”

With a dramatic point of her blade, Satsuki lay down the law, “You shall be placed under house arrest with Mankanshoku Barazo! There you shall take his training course to become a proper member of society! If you pass it, then you shall be allowed back into Honnoji Academy to fight your way up the ranks once more. If not, then the suspension shall continue indefinitely!”

“Indefinitely?!” Ryuko gasped, “That’s messed up!”

“It is the only hope you have.”

Ryuko grit her teeth once more. The look of superiority on Satsuki’s face was almost as anger inducing as the giggling glee on Barazo’s next to her.

Despite all her rage she was still just a girl in a cage. A two week training course with Mako’s dad… she did still have the rest of the school year to find out what happened to her dad, but she still did need to fight her way to that point. Something definitely didn’t feel right, but arguably Barazo did just save her from complete expulsion with a quick thinking play. He clearly pulled Satsuki’s strings there… and surely it wouldn’t actually last longer than two weeks, right?

“Fine. You have a deal.”