Obey.

The classroom is dead silent. Even though they're just cardboard, the occupants of the rows and rows of desks in front of Scythe feel like they're staring at him... judging him. He feels like there are dozens of eyes looking at him, burning holes into him.

Whatever power has him in its clutches is impossible to resist. Scythe lowers his hands and grasps the hem of his dress. His heart pounds in his ears as he hesitates for just a moment.

And then, he lifts it up.

His cherry red panties cling to his skin and make a perfectly round bulge where the fabric cups his dick and balls in the front. All the attention makes him get a little stiff down there, just enough so it sticks out some and makes its presence known. Lots of giggles go around the room, and Scythe feels his face get hot, but no matter how hard he tries he can't put his dress down. How humiliating...