Yukari keeps interacting with Junpei.

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Yukari drew in a long breath, her body still trembling with the paradoxical emotions of shame and delight as she stood before one of her oldest male friends completely naked in what was categorically the last place on Earth she wanted to be without clothes.

"Okay. Okay. I'll...try...to be less....ummm..." She couldn't quite **** out the phrase 'bitchy'. "less mean to you. C-can you j-just let me have a couple more minutes of peace before we get to class and....oh god...and I have to deal with EVERYBODY looking? Please?"

She could sense the smirk on his face as he adjusted his cap. "Sure, Yuka-tan. I'll give you that much. Wish I could do more."

He obediently moved in front of her and started walking, deliberately keeping his eyes forward. Yukari breathed a sigh of relief. She knew it was a truly insignificant calm before the storm of the century. But at least she could enjoy a few tiny moments of modesty while they walked.

She suddenly let out a loud, derisive snort. It was an action done totally against her will, seemingly a response to her moment of relief. Relief...at enjoying a moment without humilation.

"Noooo." Yukari whispered. "C-come on...not nowwww."

Her body moved by itself, a familiar state that made her stomach sick with expectation (and most certainly no sense of anticipation or excitement...that she'd admit to). In a few strides she'd overtaken Junpei. To their mutual shock Yukari casually made a sweeping gesture with her foot, causing Junpei to tumble backwards in surprise. Yukari winced in sympathy for Junpei and with the rising dread of some act of utter lewdness as she unwillingly turned face his sitting form.

Still standing, Yukari moved to a position where she was looming over Junpei, her legs spread wide apart on either side of him. Grabbing her bare breasts, Yukari blushed and moaned in agony as she bowed low, aiming her ample chest down into his face.

"Yuka-tan, what the hell- WHAT???" Junpei cried as his vision was almost entirely consumed with the sight of two round, beautiful orbs of flesh capped with their pink and rigid nipples.

"Junpei! D-d-d-don't look at me!" Yukari begged.

"Uhhh...right." Junpei said, closing his eyes.

"All right. You've had your fun! Now just-No!" Yukari snapped as she pushed an inch or two closer, playfully bobbing and pressing her breasts against her friend's face.

"Junpei, don't you dare look!" Yukari moaned, even as she wondered if looking was really worse than FEELING.

"Your not making this easy, Yuka-t-uhhh?" Junpei said, interrupted by a mouth full of bare nipple. Yukari yanked her tit out immediately, her body trembling with complete humiliation and the brief electric thrill of wet lips on her sensitive place.

"You...you bitch! You cunt! You stupid, slutty, shitty, ugly, fat, dumb WHORE! I'll kill you! I swear I will! Slut! I hate you!" Yukari growled out a litany of obsenities, her mouth the only thing she had control of at the moment.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

"I'm not talking to you!" Yukari whimpered in helpless frustration.

"Then who are you talking to?"

"M-myself!" Yukari fumed. "You shameless, worthless, dumb slutty bimbo! Just ssssssssstoppppp! Leave me alonnnnne! Bitch! Cunt!"

Yukari felt her eye twitch in annoyance, then her lip curl in a malicious smile. Then she found herself turning around, bending over and sticking her rear out the way her breasts had before. With a brief back and forth she began swatting Junpei with her butt cheeks until he couldn't take it and opened his eyes. Yukari cried in dismay as she took a step back and swishing her lovely ass more slowly, with a more erotic motion. She blushed harder.

"Stop it! Stop! You stupid-OW!" Yukari said as she suddenly curled her hip upwards to give a even more lewd display of her bottom before smacking the upper most cheek in a manner intended to look both sexy and painful.

"You! Ow! Bitch! Ow! Cunt! Ow! Whore! OWW!" Yukari continued to complain, her butt shaking and her hands slapping in retaliation. "All right! All right! I'm sorry! You aren't a slut! Stop it! OW! Stop it! OWWWW! Fine! Stop it, please!"

The onslaught relented, yet her butt seemed frozen in place before Junpei's stunned eyes. Then she shifted her legs a little bit wider, pushed her ass just a little higher, and blushed even deeper as she realized her naked pussy was now level with Junpei's eyes!

"Nooo! Please! Please! At least don't show him that! Let me keep that much....no. Oh no! Nonononono! You c- you- DON'T! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT-OH!"

As usual, her fingers ignored her pleas as they sank into her inner folds. Her waiting clit shivered in delight as they made contact, knowing precisely where to touch for the best results. As she maintained her bowed, humiliating, lewd position her hand alternately played with her pussy and spread it open for Junpei, at times wiggling it slightly back and forth in a teasing fashion. But all too soon its work was completed.

All at once Yukari felt her hips bucking. As her orgasm came on, she fell to her knees, resting her forehead on the ground and positioning her nether regions up as high as she could manage as her body spasmed and jerked. Some small part of her wondered why it was that she seemed to climax so easily lately. And why she seemed unable to experience just one without more following. And why they were so powerful, and lasted for minutes at a time. The shadows must have done something to her, surely! Making her sexual experiences more...theatrical was certainly a part of their MO. Yet there was a doubt in her mind, a nagging little voice that said it was Yukari herself doing it. That being stripped, made to display herself so very naked and ****, showing her body in the most shameful ways possible...maybe she just loved the experience so much her body couldn't help but react with such enthusiasm. Yukari was certain her inner tormentor knew about that doubt and loved making her dwell on the question in the midst of humiliating her.