Strip Rock, Paper & Scissors

It was just another ordinary day in school, or so I thought. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building up inside me. My heart raced, my palms sweat, and my knees wobbled ever so slightly. No, this wasn't because of a big test or an important sports match. This was all because of her. The one and only Takagi-san. I had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. Today, I was going to finally play strip rock paper scissors with her. And let me tell you, I had a plan. A foolproof plan. Well, as foolproof as it could get when your opponent was the infamous Takagi-san.

With a deep breath, I mustered up all my courage and approached her. She looked up at me, her usual composed expression not wavering even the slightest. "What do you want, Nishimura?" she asked, her voice cool and unimpressed. But I wasn't about to let that get to me. With a cocky grin on my face, I challenged her to a game of strip rock paper scissors.

To my surprise, she didn't laugh me off or dismiss me like usual. Instead, she smiled that mischievous smile of hers and accepted my challenge. We found a secluded spot in the gym where no one could see us, and the anticipation grew even more intense. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and my knees were wobbly, but I tried to maintain my composure. This was my moment.

We squared off, about an arm's length apart, and began the game. I threw scissors, confident that I had her beat. But to my horror, she countered with rock. Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have underestimated her.

The second round, I went with paper, hoping to catch her off guard. But once again, she was too quick for me. This time, she threw scissors, leaving me completely unprepared. My heart sank as I realized that I had just lost the first two rounds. This wasn't going quite as planned.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Then, with a deep breath, I decided to go for it. I would risk it all in the third round. I needed to win this one, or it would all be over. As we faced off again, I closed my eyes, taking a mental snapshot of everything around me. The sound of our breaths, the feel of the air on my skin, the smell of sweat and disinfectant. I focused all my energy on this moment, willing myself to win.

When the time came, I threw the most confident scissors I could muster. Takagi-san, on the other hand, threw paper. I held my breath, waiting for her to reveal her next move. With a small grin, she said, "rock." I felt a mixture of relief and despair wash over me. She had bested me again. But there was still one more chance left.

I took a deep breath and gathered what little composure I had left. We squared off for the final round, our eyes locked on each other. I could feel the tension between us, almost like a physical **** pressing against my chest. My heart was pounding so loudly I was surprised she couldn't hear it.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide what my next move should be. Should I stick with scissors, hoping for the element of surprise? Or should I switch things up and try something new, like paper or rock? I couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what I did, she would always be one step ahead of me.

With a deep breath, I steeled my resolve and threw rock. As our hands collided in the air, time seemed to slow down. For a brief moment, I thought I had won. But then, with a smile that seemed almost pitying, she revealed her hand. It was paper. She had outwitted me again.

I felt a mixture of disappointment and admiration wash over me as I realized that the game was over. Takagi-san had beaten me fair and square. There was no denying that she was indeed the Strip Rock Paper Scissors Queen.

She smiled at me, her mischievous eyes twinkling. "You put up quite a fight, Nishimura. Better luck next time," she said, her voice smooth as silk. I could feel my face heat up at her words, but I didn't dare look at her as I began to peel off my clothes.

As I stripped down to my underwear, I couldn't help but marvel at her composure. Even as she watched me undress, she maintained that air of calmness and control. It was almost as if she was born with it. I, on the other hand, felt like a gawky teenager, awkward and self-conscious.

When I finally stood before her, clad only in my skimpy black underwear, I **** myself to meet her gaze. Her eyes studied me from head to toe, taking in every inch of my body with a clinical precision that was both unnerving and oddly arousing. I couldn't help but feel exposed and **** in that moment.

I pulled down my underwear and step out of the now I'm fully naked in front of her.

Her eyes didn't leave my crotch as she slowly and deliberately took in the sight of my exposed body. "Well, well, well... Look at that," she mused, her tone almost amused. "I wasn't expecting that." As she wiggles her Pinky finger at me.

I felt a combination of anger, embarrassment, and arousal rush through me. "What's wrong, Takagi-san?" I managed to say through gritted teeth. "Don't you like what you see?"

She smiled, her amusement only seeming to fuel my frustration. "Oh, I like it just fine, Nishimura. It's just... different from what I expected." She paused, her gaze trailing up to meet mine. "You've got quite the attitude, for such a small package."

Her words stung, but they also had the effect of making me hard. I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and arousal in her presence. "You're just saying that to hurt me," I growled, my voice cracking slightly.

Takagi-san chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, Nishimura, you're so easy to manipulate," she purred. "You should be thanking me for pointing out your shortcomings. After all, it's not like you're ever going to be a champion with that thing."

I bit my lip, trying to control the surge of anger and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm me. "You're just a sadistic bitch," I muttered under my breath.

Takagi-san's eyes glinted with amusement. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far," she drawled, reaching for a nearby ruler. "I'm simply here to help you improve. Now, let's see how long you measure up."

With that, she began to meticulously measure my length and girth, her fingers dancing across my skin with a confidence that was both infuriating and arousing. As she worked, I struggled to maintain my composure, the tension in my body growing with each passing moment. I wanted to lash out, to break free from her grasp, but some perverse part of me found the whole situation thrilling.

"It's 3in omg your so fucking tiny" she laughed

"You'll never even be able to please a girl with that" she said as she continued to measure. Her words felt like knives cutting into me, but at the same time, her touch was sending tingles through my body. It was like some sort of sick game we were playing, where she was both my tormentor and my seductress.

As she finished up her measurements, she leaned in close, her breath hot against my skin. "Well, well, Nishimura... Looks like you've got some work to do. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll make progress with enough practice. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll even manage to impress a girl."

Her words were like a dagger to the heart, but I couldn't help the twinge of arousal that crept into my voice as I replied, "You know what, Takagi-san? Maybe I don't want to impress a girl like you. Maybe I'd rather find someone who actually appreciates me for who I am."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, I thought I'd actually gotten through to her. But then she laughed, a cruel and mocking sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Nishimura," she drawled, shaking her head. "You really are something else."

Takagi-san stepped back, regarding me with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "I've heard of people having delusions of grandeur before, but you take the cake. You really think anyone would want to be with someone like you?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Let me tell you something, Nishimura: you're not special. You're just a pathetic little excuse for a man."

Her words stung, but I refused to let them break me. Instead, I **** a bitter laugh. "Well, at least I'm not a heartless bitch who gets off on making people feel like shit."

Takagi-san's face contorted into a sneer. "Oh, so now you're the victim? You think I'm just being cruel for pointing out the truth?" She took a step closer, her voice lowering dangerously. "You know what, Nishimura? You're right. I do enjoy seeing you squirm. It's pathetic, really. But at least it gives me something to do while I'm here."

She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "You're right about one thing, though. You're not special. No one would ever want to be with someone like you. You're useless. You're pathetic. You're nothing." Her words cut through me like a knife, and for a moment, I felt the sting of tears welling up in my eyes.

But then, something snapped inside me. I looked up at her, anger and determination burning in my eyes. "You know what?" I spat. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am nothing. But you know what else? You're just as pathetic as me. You're so wrapped up in your own self-importance that you can't even see how miserable you are."

Takagi-san's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, I thought I had struck a chord. "What do you mean?" she hissed. "I'm not the one with a microscopic dick."

I laughed bitterly. "Oh, please, Takagi-san. You know that's not what I meant. You're just as pathetic as me, just in a different way. You're so wrapped up in your own self-importance that you can't even see how lonely and miserable you are. You think being popular and mean makes you special, but it doesn't."

She stared at me for a long moment, her expression a mixture of surprise and anger. Then, without warning, she leaned in close, her lips curling into a snarl. "You really think you can say that to me and get away with it?" she hissed. "You think you can just insult me and walk away clean?"

I didn't flinch. I met her gaze unblinking, determined not to show any fear. "I don't care what you do to me," I said quietly. "I'm just telling you the truth."

Takagi-san's expression twisted into a snarl, and for a moment, I thought she might actually hit me. But then, surprisingly, she stepped back, laughing. "Oh, Nishimura," she said, shaking her head. "You really are something else. You know that?"