The Conductor

As troubling as the incident that morning had been Kasumi had largely put the events out of her mind by the close of the day. Even the most belligerent thieves would not try to follow up on another prank in the same day, and besides there would be few opportunities to retaliate. The school was hosting a intercity volleyball tournament that evening, the first major such sporting event they had dared to participate in since Kamoshida’s confession. Despite losing their gold medalist the school had simply concentrated too many resources in building up their team to allow the endeavor to follow their star trainer into disgrace. This event was indeed heavily promoted as the school’s grand comeback and ‘redemption’, hosting coverage across the city and nation. The number of people in attendance easily swelled into the thousands, to say nothing of the millions watching at home. This left the rest of the school relatively deserted except for a handful of clubs and of course Yoshizawa herself working with her personal trainer on her dancing.

The training itself had passed without incident. As always Yoshizawa received warm but not enthusiastic praise from her coach. Her movements were graceful and precise, as always, but Kasumi was disheartened to note they still felt far to mechanical and lifeless to truly be called excellent when compared to others in her field. This had been an issue ever since the accident and the loss of her sister, and it was increasingly gnawing at Kasumi precisely how she could overcome the handicap and reclaim the joy and style she had once known. And as always, her post-workout shower was the refuge she needed from those gloomy thoughts and constant pressures. Here all the noise and rush of the outside world were banished under the drumming sound of cascading water. With a sigh of relief Kasumi stepped into the warm stream, letting the droplets flow in small rivulets over her naked skin. Her aching muscles seemed to sigh right along with her as she worked the scented lotion gently into each of them in turn, as if in thanks for the heavy strain she had just put them through. This was a precious time of bliss and solitude, and Kasumi luxuriated and frolicked under the soothing steam and moisture for almost half an hour.

Kasumi was still glowing in the aftermath of that simple joy when the alarm began to blare. She had dried and tied her hair back and was draped only in a slinky gym towel (large enough to provide modesty, but small enough to do so precariously with ample amounts of cleavage above and a whisper of butt cheeks below and threatening to provide a more obscene view of top or bottom given any reckless movement). Alarmed, Kasumi clutched her towel tightly to her body and made a move towards her locker.

“Yoshizawa-san! There’s an emergency!” A familiar voice called.

Kasumi spun around in surprise. “Newsie-chan?”

“We have to leave right-“ The President (and soul member of the Student Newspaper Club paused. “Did you just call me ‘newsie-chan’?”

“Well…yes! You don’t like to share your real name with the public and you never use a consistent pen name, so-“ Kasumi explained.

“That’s the worst nickname I’ve ever…ANYWAY! We have to go! Now!” said the girl now called Newsie. “School emergency!”

“What’s going- EEP!” Kasumi cried as ‘newsie-chan’ grasped her hand and began pulling her towards the exit to the locker room. “Wait, I’ll get dressed!”

“No time! Worry about that later!” her insistent companion declared.

And so before she had entirely processed what was happening, Kasumi found herself led into the hallways of Shujin Academy, ‘newsie-chan’ dragging her along heedless of any pleas or protests Kasumi tried to make. The reality of being in such a public place with only a small towel to hide herself from complete exposure and indecency caught up with the red haired girl a beat or two after the locker room doors closed with a solid thunk behind them.

“Newsie-chan! What’s going on?” Kasumi said, a note of panic and embarrassment cracking her voice.

“Don’t know. A fire, or something.” Newsie said curtly.

Kasumi paused and let herself be led for a few more minutes, her blush intense and her brow furrowed.

“How do you know this is an emergency? Or where to find me? And where are we going?” She finally asked, noting they hadn’t headed to the most direct exit from the building.

“…..” Newsie paused. “Yoshizawa-san. I wanted to thank you for this morning. I truly am grateful.”

“Of course! But-“ Kasumi began.

“You need to know that. It is the truth. Even though they already took pictures of me, I’m sure worse things would have happened if you hadn’t showed up.” Newsie said again.

“Newsie-chan, what’s all this about.”

“Its just they DID take those pictures. If anyone found those kinds of pictures of me, I could be expelled. Best case scenario, I’d be put on some kind of academic probation while they investigated. I’m the only one who works in the Newspaper Club. If I’m put out of commission, so is the paper. I’ve spent so much effort to keep the paper going. I can’t just let it die like that.” Newsie whispered.

“Newsie-chan.” Kasumi said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I understand. No one will ever hear about what happened from me.”

“I know, Yoshizawa.” Newsie paused. “And I really wish you were the only one I have to worry about keeping quiet.”

“Sorry.” Newsie said softly, moments before tearing the towel off Kasumi’s waste and fleeing past her.

For a few precious seconds Kasumi became a deer caught in headlights. In the blink of an eye her situation had gone from intensely embarrassing but socially acceptable given the apparent situation to unforgivably indecent and completely humiliating. There was no longer any obstruction hiding her thin, lithe body from public scrutiny. She stared uncomprehending at where her friend had been a moment ago, her slender arms hanging at her side in shock. Her thin stomach giving just a hint of her abs, her large round orbs topped with their perky pink nipples and the unshaven naked slit between her legs were all plainly visible. With a shriek her arms sought at last to repair the void of decency her stolen towel had left, hiding her breasts and pussy from view, for all the good it would do if she was seen.

“Newsie! My towel! No!” She cried, turning to give chase only to find her path blocked in the suddenly crowded hallway.

“Hey, ginger. Nice seeing you again.” The familiar, hulking form of the ogrish girl from the morning encounter stood at the head of a dozen students, arms crossed and face leering.

The full implications of her situation dawned on Kasumi in abject horror. Already the group had camera phones out, one flash after the next enshrining Kasumi’s moment of shame for eternity. The ogre and the mob began to move forward. Kasumi squeeled in dismay, turned on her heel to run, only to find more students and more cameras standing behind her. It was a trap. They had been waiting to ambush her from the moment Newsie-chan had led her out of the locker room. They were surely threatening her with those pictures! Kasumi mind was running a mile a minute, the shape of the trap she had walked into now crystal clear mere moments after it was too late to make use of the realization. She looked frantically left and right, desperately trying to find a gap in the mob that encircled her. She spun around, finding the ogre looming over her with a incredibly satisfied smirch on her face.

“Stay away from me!” Kasumi screamed, trying to back up and discovering that the group had closed in around her.

“Hey red. Free advice. Keep your voice down.” The ogre said, her voice filled with menace but noticeably dropping in volume.

“Wha…” Kasumi breathed, suddenly noticing smaller group of students down the hall, this one dressed in school color and caring drinks and popcorn.

The ogre smirked and even waved to them as they glanced down the hallway at the assembled pack of tormentors. Kasumi cringed and bit her lip, her blush clashing with the crimson of her hair. But the group only gave them a passing glance before walking out of sight.

“You should be careful. Its game day, you know. I hear folks are coming in from all over Tokyo today. Big event. Lots of eyes. Lots of cameras. Not a great situation to get caught naked in, is it?” The ogre asked, hand on her hip.

Kasumi struggled with a reply.

“Of course, with us all packed in around you like there’s basically no chance anyone will notice you outside our friendly little circle. But we’re all kind of shy, you know. Don’t like being the center of attention. If someone were to shout and make a big ruckus over here, we’d probably all get real scared and scatter. Then you’d be all by yourself. And you poor thing, the locker room is all locked up for the night, so you’ve basically got nowhere you can hide and no clothes to dress in.”

“Wha-what do you want?” Kasumi moaned.

“The Conductor wanted a word with you.” The ogre said with a shrug.

“The…wha-“ Kasumi began, when suddenly she was grabbed by dozens of hands all around her.

The next few minutes were a blur of humiliation and terror as the naked girl was half walked and half carried through the corridors of the school. Whenever she appeared ready to cry out she was reminded by the ogre that keeping silent was in all their best interests. At last they entered a large room full of bleachers, a large tarp obstructing entrance into the larger room. Yoshizawa felt herself moved into a vertical position, her arms and even her long pony tail **** high over her head and tied to a metal pipe with some sort of rope. Her legs were likewise pulled to either side of her until she was doing the splits in midair. More ropes were applied, anchoring her limbs to the ends of two bleachers to either side of her. Kasumi found herself blushing profusely, helpless on display in an incredibly scandalous pose, her large breasts and inner folds visually accessible to everyone around her. Moments later, a phone was produced by the ogre and shoved into her face, a black silhouette on the other side.

“Mrs. Yoshizawa…” The voice on the other end was barely understandable, filter through some sort of heavy voice scrambler.

“What is this? Let me go!” Kasumi squeeled.

“Let me explain the situation. In front of you is a tarp. Currently there is a major sporting event taking place on the other side of this tarp, one that involves thousands of active spectators and hundreds of thousands watching from home. If that tarp were to be removed, there will be absolutely nothing to prevent all those people from seeing you obscene position. I should also advice you that the network broadcasting this event has been hacked. They are not aware of the situation as of yet, but it will at a moment’s notice be impossible for them to cut the feed, go to commercial, or apply any black bars or censor to cover what is being shone. In short, if I give the command, everyone in this school and a staggering number of volley ball enthusiasts across this country are going to be given an unobstructed full frontal view of your naked body in this completely obscene position. Do you understand your situation?” The voice said.

“I….I…” Kasumi stammered. “Y-Yes! Please, let me go!!!”

“This morning you unfortunately interrupted a very important operation being carried out on behalf of the Phantom Thieves. Moreover you expressed some unfortunate opinions about the Thieves and the Phans. I felt this could not go uncorrected.”

“Why are you doing this? The Phantom Thieves would never-“

“The Phantom Thieves are not reliable of late. I am compensating for their lack of activity over the last few months. It may be that they have ended their crusade entirely, in which case it will be up to myself and those who work with me to continue in their stead.” The voice said. “Indeed, the Thieves may have been corrupted by the attention they are being given. If they have become more concerned with fame and glory it may even be necessary to deal with them directly. We shall see.”

“This…this is crazy. Just give me back my clothes!!”

“For what it is worth, Yoshizawa, this isn’t anything personal. To be frank, I actually have some respect for your passion and dedication. Unfortunately, you have shown yourself to be both of a mind that is incompatible with the future we are creating and stubborn enough to interfere with our goals. General?”

Kasumi heard a ‘pop’ of a magic marker behind her, and yelped as she felt the rough tip moving along her skin. To her absolute shock and humiliation dozens of markers were applied all over her body, usually accompanied by a liberal amount of groping and squeezing. The words ‘Don’t mess with the Phantom Thieves’ were written in bright red across her stomach, while her nipples and chest were drawn to resemble the eyes of the phantom thief logo used in the first calling card. Other messages read ‘slutty bitch’ and ‘my clothes and heart were stolen’ in smaller writing.

“You should also note that none of the people assisting me are from this school or can be easily traced. But feel free to let everyone know what happened to you in case they decide to interfere in our business going forward. Goodbye.”

“Wait! Wait! Don’t! Not the tarp! You can’t just-!!” Kasumi begged.

A moment later, the tarp fell away.

+++++++++++++++++

Back in the present, Kasumi was blushing madly while recounting the story. Her audience was likewise flushed and listening with rapt attention.

“I..I remember hearing rumors about Phans streaking. We had focused so much on Okumura…” Makoto whispered, utterly stunned.

“YOU’RE THE SHUJIN VOLLEY SLUT!!” Futaba exclaimed.

“The…the WHAT?” Kasumi squeeked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors about some super slutty exhibitionist who totally exposed herself at a volleyball game and posted the event online! I’ve been meaning to check out the clip!” Futaba said excitedly.

“B-but…no!” Kasumi said. “Please don’t! If you or Senpai sees it I…I…”

“Okay. Okay. I won’t watch it.” Futaba said in a placating voice.

Kasumi looked at her and pouted. The look on Futaba’s face was possibly the most insincere she had ever seen. “Please don’t…”

Glancing around, Kasumi saw all the girls nodding their acquiescence to her pleading…and was quite certain none of them (even Makoto!) were being the least bit honest with their intentions.

“….after they finally cut me down and I was interrogated by everyone for hours I finally got home. I knew I couldn’t tell Senpai about what happened. I couldn’t tell anyone. So I decided to do something about it myself. I knew how to access Mementos from Senpai. I started hunting the Shadow who did this to me-“

“You went in without a name? You’d never find him that way!” Ann interjected.

“I didn’t know that at the time. And my first two attempts bore no fruit. The third attempt…” Kasumi blushed hotly once again. “The third attempt the Shadow found me.”