(chapter originally by Draco13 on writing.com)
Yukari listened to the ring of the last bell with a curious mix of dread, despair, lust, shame, and happiness. Was she really going to do this? Were a few orgasms worth letting her classmates see her in the buff? She was sure that there was some way to remove herself from Kaya's trap, if she just put her mind to it.
But that was the problem. She had to WANT to be free of Kaya's control. And as much as it horrified her to follow that bitch's instructions, the fact remained that her arousal and lust far outstripped her ****. She'd even worn her cheapest set of clothes today, because she knew that she'd be returning to the dorm without them. Yukari may be a fighter, but she didn't want to fight this. This was the realization of a fantasy that she didn't even realized that she'd had until the previous night.
She was already at the restroom. Unbeknownst to her, she had been starting to unbutton her shirt since the bell rang back in her classroom, drawing attention to herself in the process. Truth be told, she was in somewhat of a self-induced trance. Such that she didn't realize that she'd already given many of her classmates a good look at her simple white bra.
As she stepped into the restroom, she shrugged her shirt off and walked over to the garbage can to throw it in. As she turned around to unhook her bra, she looked around the bathroom with the first conscious thoughts that she'd had since the bell rang.
