Eden Syndrome Explained

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

“This generation, I swear...but never would I have expected such an act of perversion from you, Yamagishi. Just what on earth-”

“Eden syndrome!” Fuuka wailed. “I have Eden Syndrome! I have to come to class naked!!”

“Eden Syndrome? What are you...hmph. I saw a memo about this. Stay there, Yamagishi. I'll see about this...” Ekoda muttered.

Several silent moments passed as Ekoda grumblingly hacked away at his laptop. Fuuka, who was covering herself in front and bending over, came to the awful realization that her butt and pussy had been exposed while she was leaning forward. She spared an anguished glance at the class. Leering faces, smirks, and disgusted looks greeted her. Her eyes settled on the pigtailed girl seated behind her own desk. Maki, a close friend of Natsuki Moriyama and a part of the gang that used to torment her. Maki was the defacto leader of said “gang” now that Natsuki had moved. Fuuka had no idea how to feel about her. Maki had helped lock her in the gym the night she was subsumed into Tartarus, but she had also been the first to go looking for Fuuka when she went missing. These days she seemed **** and more understanding of Fuuka, but unlike Natsuki she had never officially apologized. And there was still a hint of playful vindictiveness every now and again. Like now. Maki was clearly relishing the way Fuuka was squirming in front of everyone.

“Well, this is a fine mess. First virtual zombies, now naked drollops prancing around in front of everyone. A disaster of a generation. Gone entirely wrong. All right, Yamagishi. Your story appears genuine. Still, how very disappointing.” Ekoda said, shaking his head.

“I..I didn't CHOOSE to-”

“The memo also says that Eden Syndrome girls are to conduct themselves with proper respect and etiquette becoming of girls attending this campus. Slouching and covering yourself like that is specifically not allowed. Assume a proper posture at once!” Ekoda snapped.

Fuuka paused, then glanced at the student body, then down at her own body. With a long, low moan of absolute humiliation Fuuka straightened up, turned to face the class, and let her arms move to her sides, squaring her shoulders and placing her feet shoulder width apart. She bit her lip and hung her head in abject shame, displaying her nudity completely uncovered and openly to her mocking classmates.

“Told you, man. She was outside this morning, going at it with the rest of those sluts up in the Iwatodai dorms.”

“Fuck. Ghostgirl has way better tits than I thought she did. Ass isn't bad either.”

Fuuka blushed, catching the whispers being spoken about her body and enforced nakedness.

“That's enough. Fuuka, sum up your situation so your classmates understand this shameful situation you have found yourself in.” Ekoda said.

“Yes, sir...” Fuuka mutter. “I...Eden Syndrome is an offshoot of Apathy Syndrome. The current theory is that it draws upon a different emotional spectrum to produce a different physical response. Rather than being catatonic, my mind forces me to...stay naked no matter where I am. N-no matter how ashamed or humiliated I feel, my mind won't allow me to wear any clothes. P-please forgive my obscene behavior!”

Fuuka punctuated this last part with a bow, causing her breasts to bounce.

“This memo said something about additional lewd acts?” Ekoda said.

Fuuka blushed. “Y-yes. Eden Syndrome also causes me to perform acts of humiliation and sexuality if I have not suffered a certain level of embarrassment for an extended period. This can become **** and unpredictable, so please help me control myself by...by...please help me by humiliating me first!” Fuuka said, utterly mortified, bowing a second time.

“Hmph. What she means is that you should request MINOR acts from her that she finds embarrassing. She will apparently follow minor requests like posing for a camera or...sigh...submitting to request for groping or spankings. All of which you will do outside of classtime. This has been enough of a disruption already.” Ekoda said again.

“So does she have to sleep with someone if they order her to?” One of the guys spoke up.

“How dare you even think-” Ekoda began.

“No. I don't.” Fuuka said. “I have some control over some of my actions. I won't sleep with anyone that...” She blushed. “..that I don't already have an interest in being with.”

“So the whole thing in front of the school? You were already hot for..what? Three other girls? All before your head got all messed up?”

“I...I...I...” Fuuka sputtered. “That...would appear to be the case...on some level...”

The whole class applauded, hooted and laughed as Fuuka hung her head in humiliation.

“All right. Take your seat, Yamagishi. I will attempt to incorporate some humiliating exercises into the lesson plan to keep you calm.” Ekoda said. “No surprise you ended up this way, really. Not when living under the same roof as that...woman.”

No one knew exactly what Mitsuru had done to execute Ekoda for his role in suppressing knowledge of Fuuka's disappearance, but it was an open secret that he resented it and by extension Fuuka herself. Fuuka cringed at the thought that he finally had a chance to get as bunch second hand **** through humiliating her as he could ever want.

Fuuka took her seat and the Ekoda finally returned to his lecture. As he became absorbed in the subject matter, Fuuka felt a light tap on her shoulder. Letting out a long suffering sigh, she turned and found herself staring at none other than Maki herself.

“Heya, Fuuka-chan.” She said, all smiles and hungry eyes.

“Maki-san.” Fuuka said wearily.

“So I heard that you have this little problem...”

“......”

“That this little Eden Syndrome deal might not just cause you some embarrassment, but that you might actually NEED a little humiliation to keep things from getting even more out of hand.” Maki said.

“That's...right.” Fuuka said, swallowing hard. Why was she dreading and anticipating what was coming.

“Good news. I know this little bitch squad whose whole pastime and passion pretty much revolves around tormenting you!” Maki whispered.

Fuuka just stared.

“Sigh. Look, Fuuka. About what happened...Natsuki was the only one to step up and really apologize for it. But all of us regret what happened. Not just because everything got screwed up and went too far...or because of that freaky ghost shit afterwards. You were looking for people to hang out with, and we treated you like crap. We turned out to be really shitty friends...but like I said, maybe you could use some shitty friends right now.”

“So...your asking to...bully me again?” Fuuka finally asked.

Maki nodded with enthusiasm.

“I don't think there's a way to do that...nicely.” Fuuka pointed out.

“Oh, Fuuka.” Maki smiled. “Your such a good girl. You have no idea. There are so many ways to make you blush and give you the time of your life all at once. So many. Come on. Let us play with you. I promise you won't regret it.”