The president's Kristen

Thirteen days had passed since Cynthia's humiliating defeat and the video of her riding the dildo had gone viral. She had been avoiding social media and public appearances, trying to put the incident behind her. But today, she had decided to attend the Pokémon Trainers' Forum meeting, hoping to find a way to clear her name and restore her reputation.

As she walked into the meeting room, she could feel the eyes of the other trainers on her. She could hear the whispers and murmurs, as they talked about her video. She felt her face grow hot with embarrassment, but she refused to let them see her break down.

As Cynthia walked into the meeting room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was wearing a conservative white blouse and a black skirt, but beneath her outfit, she had made a deliberate choice to wear crotchless panties and a cupless bra, a subtle act of defiance against the scandal that had engulfed her. The cool air of the air-conditioned room caressed her skin, making her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. She felt a flutter in her chest as she made her way to the front of the room, her eyes scanning the crowd of trainers who were all staring at her.

Cynthia took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked out at the sea of faces, all staring at her with a mix of curiosity and judgment. She cleared her throat and began to speak.

"I know many of you have seen the video that has been circulating online," she said, her voice steady and strong. "And I know that many of you have questions and concerns. I want to address those concerns and set the record straight."

She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the crowd. "What happened that day was not a reflection of who I am as a person or as a trainer. It was a moment of weakness, a mistake that I regret deeply," she said, her voice steady and strong, but her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

As she spoke, she could feel the weight of the room's gaze on her, the whispers and murmurs dying down as the trainers leaned in to hear her words. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, the cool air caressing her skin and making her nipples harden further.

Cynthia's eyes met those of the Forum's president, a stern-looking woman with a reputation for being fair but firm. The president's expression was unreadable, her eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Cynthia's words.

As Cynthia finished speaking, the room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rustle of papers being shifted on the conference table. The president's eyes remained fixed on Cynthia, her expression unreadable. Cynthia's heart pounded in her chest, her nipples aching with every beat, as she met the president's gaze, refusing to back down.

The president's eyes lingered on Cynthia's face for a moment, then dropped to the notes in front of her. She paused, her pen hovering over the page, before speaking in a calm, measured tone. "Thank you, Champion Cynthia, for addressing this issue.

However, I must say that I am... disappointed. Not by your actions, necessarily, but by your... audacity." President Kristen's voice dripped with malice, her eyes flashing with a momentary spark of jealousy as she took in Cynthia's curves. She had always felt self-conscious about her own more masculine physique, and Cynthia's voluptuous figure, even in a conservative outfit, was like a slap in the face.

Kristen's gaze seemed to linger on Cynthia's chest, her eyes tracing the outline of her hard nipples beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. Cynthia felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Kristen's gaze, sensing the president's jealousy and hostility.

Kristen's eyes bore into Cynthia's, her expression a mixture of contempt and desire. Cynthia felt a ripple of excitement run through her as she met the president's gaze, feeling a sudden urge to do something brash and daring.

"Perhaps a public display was not the best way to handle this, after all," Kristen mused, a hint of smugness in her voice.

"Perhaps you could make up for your mistake with a more private performance... for us. The champions," she said, gesturing to the other champions who were gathered around the table.

The president's eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister light as she spoke, her voice dripping with malice. "I think it's only fair that you...disrobe, Champion Cynthia. Remove everything you're wearing, and let us, the champions, see the true extent of your... dedication to your craft." The room fell silent, the only sound the soft gasp of one of the younger champions, as Kristen's words hung in the air like a challenge.

Cynthia's face flamed with embarrassment and outrage, but she felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she met Kristen's gaze. She could sense the president's desire, her jealousy and resentment, and it sparked something within her.

The president's eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister light as she spoke, her voice dripping with malice. "I think it's only fair that you...disrobe, Champion Cynthia. Remove everything you're wearing, and let us, the champions, see the true extent of your... dedication to your craft." The room fell silent, the only sound the soft gasp of one of the younger champions, as Kristen's words hung in the air like a challenge.

Cynthia's face flamed with embarrassment and outrage, but she felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she met Kristen's gaze. She could sense the president's desire, her jealousy and resentment, and it sparked something within her.

Cynthia's eyes locked onto Kristen's, a spark of defiance igniting within her as she took a deep breath. The air seemed to thicken with tension as she raised her hands, her fingers drifting to the top button of her blouse. The room held its collective breath, the champions' gazes fixed on her hands as if mesmerized. With a slow, deliberate movement, Cynthia's fingers began to unbutton her blouse, the soft sound of the buttons slipping free echoing through the room like a promise.

As the last button fell open, Cynthia's blouse parted, revealing the lacy edges of her white cupless bra. The champions' eyes widened, their faces flushing with a mix of excitement and shock.

As the lacy edges of her cupless bra came into view, the room's gaze seemed to sharpen, every pair of eyes drawn to the gentle swell of her breasts. Cynthia's skin prickled with goosebumps, her nipples hardening further as she felt the weight of their attention. The air in the room seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation and expectation.

President Kristen's eyes locked onto Cynthia's breasts, her gaze lingering on the soft curves as a faint flush rose to her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out to moisten them, and for a moment, Cynthia thought she saw a glimmer of desire in the president's eyes.

She stood there, her hands still on the last button of her blouse, her breasts exposed to the room. The air seemed to crackle with energy, the other champions watching with a mix of shock, excitement, and hunger.

She stood there, her hands still on the last button of her blouse, her breasts exposed to the room. The air seemed to crackle with energy, the other champions watching with a mix of shock, excitement, and hunger.

Cynthia's heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the room of champions, her blouse hanging open, her breasts exposed. She could feel their eyes on her, their gazes hot and heavy, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the lacy cups of her bra, and slowly began to unbutton her skirt.

The fabric fell away, revealing her matching lacy crotchless thong, and Cynthia felt a rush of vulnerability. She stood before the room, her body bared for all to see, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill of it.

As the last folds of her skirt fell away, the room seemed to hold its collective breath, the champions' eyes drinking in the sight of Cynthia's nearly-naked form. The lacy crotchless thong glistened in the fluorescent light, a tantalizing glimpse of her most private self. Cynthia felt a shiver run down her spine as she stood before them, her skin aflame with embarrassment and desire.

President Kristen's eyes lingered on Cynthia's thong, her gaze tracing the delicate curves of her hips and thighs. Her lips were parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them once, twice, as if mesmerized by the sight before her.

"Champion Cynthia," Kristen repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You look absolutely stunning."

As Kristen's words hung in the air, Cynthia's hands seemed to move of their own accord, her fingers drifting to the waistband of her lacy crotchless thong. The champions' eyes followed her every move, their gazes burning with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate movement, Cynthia's fingers hooked into the waistband, and she began to slide the thong down her hips. The delicate fabric caught on her thighs, clinging to her skin for a moment before finally slipping free. As it fell to the floor with a soft whisper, Cynthia stepped out of it, her feet sinking into the plush carpet.

The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Cynthia stood before them, her body completely bared.

As the last remnants of her thong fell away, Cynthia's skin seemed to prickle with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. The room's gaze was a palpable ****, a living, breathing entity that wrapped itself around her naked form. President Kristen's eyes, however, held a glint of something more, a spark of excitement that seemed to dance in the depths of her pupils.

"Champion Cynthia," Kristen's voice was low, husky, and it sent a shiver down Cynthia's spine. "I believe it's time for your public display to truly begin. I want you to make a visit to the Pokémon Center, just as you are."

Cynthia's heart raced as President Kristen's words sunk in. The thought of leaving the room in nothing but her lingerie was both terrifying and exhilarating. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air on her bare skin, and nodded.

"Yes, President Kristen," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll go to the Pokémon Center now."

She turned to leave, her hips swaying gently as she walked. The other champions watched her go, their eyes following her every move.

As Cynthia walked towards the door, the soft carpet beneath her feet seemed to caress her skin, a gentle contrast to the burning gazes that followed her every step. She could feel the weight of the champions' eyes on her, their collective attention a palpable **** that made her skin prickle with anticipation. The door handle, cool to the touch, seemed to gleam in the fluorescent light as she reached out to grasp it, her fingers wrapping around it with a soft click.

The door swung open with a gentle creak, revealing a sliver of bright light from the hallway beyond.