(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)
"That is correct." Mitsuru said, her brow furrowed. "I must say... I'm impressed. Perhaps I underestimated the lot of you."
None of the four dared say anything as they watched the older woman slide her remaining sock down her leg, exposing both of her smooth legs, the skin delightfully fair and unblemished. Amazingly, the two teams had managed to overcome Mitsuru's advantage of boots and socks each counting as separate items. Now, their senpai was on even footing with the rest of them. Or, more correctly, at a bit of a disadvantage. Minako and Fuuka had only lost Minako's shoes, and Yukari and Aigis were both only down one item. Mitsuru, meanwhile, was down to four articles of clothing: her blouse and skirt, and whatever undergarments she had on beneath.
Yukari found herself wondering what Mitsuru had on under that uniform. Images of her elegant senpai in lacy black, silky red, or even plain white undergarments danced through her mind. A pleasant tingling sensation manifested in the pit of Yukari's stomach. The idea of seeing Mitsuru in any of those get-ups, or even less than that, was... exciting. While Mitsuru had planned on fear being the motivator for the other girls, excitement and anticipation was proving to be an even better ****, at least for Yukari.
Fuuka managed to artfully answer Mitsuru's next question, saving Minako another loss and setting things up for another two correct answers. So long as Aigis knew the answer, Mitsuru was going to lose something else, and then the game would really start to heat up.
"Aigis. Let's see how you handle... philosophy." Mitsuru said.
