They arrive at Shichijo

After a long car ride and Makoto asking question after question to the officer next to her, the set of recruits make it to Shichijo. Upon stepping out of the cruiser, Makoto took in the grand detail of the buildings around her. Each building was either preserved or reconstructed to resemble what Japan looked like 1200 years ago.

Makoto was in awe, as she never saw a building that wasn’t a skyscraper or small shop along the road. Instead Makoto saw ancient pavilions with samurai era architecture all around. It was like stepping into the past with some modern amenities of course.

“Alright, from here on out you follow one of us at all times! This place is one of the more, sketchy, areas in Kyoto so be on the look out for suspicious activity, and let us know. Understood?” One of the senior officers explained.

“Sir yes sir!” Everyone said in unison before bowing, but as Makoto bowed, she felt a small tug behind her, a tugging from her skirt no less.

But before Makoto could react, the engine to the cruiser came to life, roaring like a grand lion before taking off, ripping Makoto’s skirt off her body!

It happened so quickly that Makoto could hardly react in time as she felt her garment yank and snap, tearing into several pieces as the police cruiser drove off. Everyone, including the police officers, turned to see Makoto stand there in her white cotton panties!

“Eeeeep!” Makoto exclaimed as she squatted down, fruitlessly attempting to cover her panty clad lower half from the view of at least 14 men.

“Can’t seem to keep your pants on, huh Niijima-chan?”

“Why’s she wearing such boring panties?”

“Nah, bro. Simplicity is cute!”

Makoto was a red hot mess as she closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore their rude comments. Being pants in the station was one thing, but being pants in public was a whole other level of embarrassment Makoto couldn’t endure.