You get a failing grade

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

A loud, gimmicky sound effect plays over the speakers, and Blaire proceeds with the quiz show. “First question! In the context of the scientific method, what’s the name of the assumption being tested in an experiment?”

They taught this in school, right? You should know this! “Uh… a hypotenuse?”

An error buzzer plays over a set of speakers. “I guess that question’s a bit hard for someone from a backwater like Rifure. How unfortunate!” Blaire announces. “The answer is, the hypothesis. Pose for the cameras, Emilia! It’s time to lose some clothes!”

Faster than you can blink, Blaire undoes the single button on your flannel shirt and slides it off of you, leaving you with only your bra to stand between you and a detailed visual of your bare tits from every angle. The cameras start flashing with white lights, assuring you that you’ll be featured in still photos as well as videos. You have to battle the strong urge to cover your boobs, even knowing it’s against the rules. You can feel your heartbeat all the way up to your ears as a couple hovering cameras fly over to get a closeup of your vanilla-white boobs contrasting with your skimpy bra. Your cheeks go red as you ball up your fists and tell yourself that the dampness in your nethers is just your imagination.

Blaire notes, “You look so embarrassed, Emilia. Isn’t it common to walk around in underwear where you’re from?”

“N-No! We’re not cavewomen!” you sputter. “I’ll get the next ones right for sure! You won’t get to make fun of me like that *huff* forever!” Blaire doesn’t seem to notice, but you’re getting a bit hot and short of breath. This pornographic quiz show isn’t turning you on… is it?

“Aww, that’s unfortunate. Whoever introduced your people to clothes should be ashamed. They destroyed the culture of a beautiful, backwards people!” As you pout, Blaire moves on to the next question. “Speaking of which, maybe a cultural question would be more fair. What is the name of the wealthiest and most prolific painter in the Kanto region? He’s pretty well-known and even appears on TV, so this should be easy. I’ll even give you a hint! His paintings of women are featured in the Pewter City Museum of Culture and Natural Sciences. So who is it?”

You JUST went to the museum recently! You should know this! You struggle to wring some memories out of your brain, but you can barely focus for more than two seconds before your thoughts jump back to the cameras ogling your body. You must be taking longer than you realize, since Blaire interjects, “As adorable as it is to watch you think, I do need an answer from our big-breasted contestant.”

“Uh… Sir Frederick?”

Error buzzer. “Aww. That may have been my fault again, for assuming they have TV in Rifure Town. Or culture,” Blaire states. “Either way, our airheaded country girl here isn’t exactly disproving the stereotypes! The answer is Edward Notary Fraudrickson, often initialized as ENF. Now then…”

Just as quickly as before, your bra is undone and whisked away, leaving your tits on full display. You yelp in embarrassment and start to cover yourself up, only to freeze halfway when you remember the rules. All you can do is fidget bashfully as the cameras close in, tightening the circle around you in order to film your huge melons in all their pale, erotic glory. Your classy, coveted, off-limits body is being reduced to a cheap digital commodity that can be used for masturbation by anyone, anyplace, anytime… The camera flashes turn your cheeks bright red, but they also keep your pussy juices leaking from a shameful arousal you can’t explain. You’re stuck getting called a stupid country girl by some happy-go-lucky scientist as your nipples stand erect for the world to see, and all your body wants to do is disgrace itself on camera so your identity as a pornstar is set in stone!

At the sudden reveal of your tits, Blaire becomes more enthusiastic than ever. “Ohh, your huge mammaries are so immaculate! You deny being a cavewoman, but with your body and mind, it’s like I’ve managed to bring a neanderthal back from the past! Aren’t you exactly the soft, pliable type who’d get slung over a caveman’s shoulder and carried back to his cave?” To prove her point, Blaire grabs a handful of your boob and bounces it. It feels electrically sensitive! With all the stress and embarrassment from the cameras, your nerves are already dancing on razor’s edge! You twitch underneath her touch for a few seconds, then shimmy away once you regain your senses. You glare at her venomously, but she ignores it and closes the distance with you regardless, all while remaining utterly fixated on your body. “These shorts are next, Emilia. I wonder what biological spectacles you’re hiding in there? I can hardly wait!” The quiz host gives your denim-covered ass a quick swat out of excitement. Fuuuuuuck…! Everything feels so sensitive when you know you’re being recorded. You can even feel your pussy juices soaking your… shorts? Oh no. Did you forget? Why today of all days!? You have to get this question right, otherwise you’ll never live it down!

By the time Blaire asks the next question, you’re breathing raggedly and barely thinking about anything besides your own humiliation. Your pussy clenches pathetically as each camera lens violates you, recording your new role as a foolish, unwitting pornstar for the rest of the world to ogle as they see fit. Blaire herself isn’t making things any easier. She runs her hand all over your ass, squeezing disrespectfully and occasionally hooking her fingers inside the waistband to remind you of her intention to strip you the moment you prove what a stupid, clueless girl you are. You’re caught completely off-guard when Blaire asks, “Your answer, Emilia?”

“*AH!* Uh, uh… what was the question?”

You go through four cycles of asking Blaire to repeat herself with saintly patience, only to zone out in the middle of her question every time. But how could you focus right now!? In a fit of desperation, you give the only answer you can think of at the moment. “P-Porn!”

Error buzzer. Blaire can’t even hide her excitement as she slides your shorts down to your ankles, nor can she hide her shock when she sees your bare, soaked, and slutty pussy on display after you accidentally walked into her Gym going commando. “Ah-ha!” she declares. “So you’ve discovered bras in Rifure Town, but not panties! I knew you were still a long way from civilization!” All rationality in your brain gets fried by life-ending humiliation and an equally intense arousal. You attempt to flee in embarrassment, but your shorts around your ankles immediately trip you, causing you to land with a sharp smack against your ass. OH NO OH-

“*NOOOOOOOO!*” you squeal, trying and failing to hold off a shame-induced orgasm. As you cum from landing square on your bare and bouncy asscheeks, your publicly-visible pussy starts squirting weakly, ensuring you pay a much steeper price for your ignorance than just nudity. The cameras all seem to detect that a humiliating spectacle is taking place, so they start flashing and close in until there’s a tight circle around you, giving you nowhere to run or hide. One camera even positions itself between your legs before you think to close them, capturing the most detailed closeup of your contracting, climaxing pussy that technology can offer. Demoralized by your body’s unprompted orgasm, you can only close your eyes and surrender your fully nude form to each and every camera. It’s over… your reputation is finished…

Blaire looks down at you with an enormous smile, clapping for your miserable humiliation. “Did you just orgasm on accident!? From being filmed falling over!? Wow, Emilia! Not only are you sexy and stupid, you’re clumsy and easy, too! Leave it to a ditz from Rifure to have a hands-free orgasm just from getting stripped naked.” Again, there’s not a hint of insult or derision in her voice. She’s simply ecstatic about you falling over and cumming. You whine pathetically. “Ohhhh, this is perfect! Not only did you get stripped naked, you also made the Hall of Fame after becoming the only contestant to orgasm on set!” Oh good, so it really is just you with this problem. “Which gives me an idea… next question!”

“What!? But I don’t even have any clothes left!”

Blaire sits down behind you and hooks her legs around yours, ensuring they stay wide open for the cameras. She repeats, “Next question!”