Wall Slam
Wall Slam
-Whoosh·····
"Hiiik!?"
I hastily pressed down on the crotch area of my skirt.
Then, I quickly turned my head to check if anyone around had seen me.
"··········Phew."
Fortunately, there was no one passing by me.
Even if someone who knew nothing had seen me, it would have been obvious to anyone that there was a problem inside my skirt.
I need to be careful with my actions so I don't get caught.
··········Or so I thought.
"H-Huuuh! This feeling is strange·····. Damn it·····."
In the past, wearing a skirt itself felt embarrassing and hard to get used to, but now, the fact that I wasn't wearing anything underneath was humiliating.
Of course, no one would know that I wasn't wearing underwear.
Fearing someone might see me, I quickly moved my feet.
To prevent my skirt from swaying, I walked while pressing down firmly on the front and back of the fabric with both hands.
Seriously, I'm so embarrassed I feel like I could die of shame.
When I enjoyed exhibitionist masturbation, at least I wore the underwear made by Valley Madame.
Of course, even if it had a hole in the middle or was made of sheer material that revealed everything inside, there was at least some fabric, wasn't there?
But walking around completely naked felt like I had truly abandoned my last bastion of defense, filling me with self-loathing.
However, that self-loathing lasted only for a moment,
-Whoosh!
"Kya, kyaak!"
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, rustling my skirt, and I quickly crouched down as my bare thighs were almost completely exposed.
"Ah, ah, seriously!"
I was so angry that I was feeling anxious over something as trivial as my skirt flying up.
But I couldn't just take off my skirt, so in the end, I was the one who had to endure it.
I made a plan to quickly rush to the dormitory with the fastest steps possible.
After looking around to see if anyone was there, I devised a strategy to hold my skirt and return to the dormitory.
My elaborate plan, which I thought was perfect·····
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"··········Hiiik!"
It was completely shattered by Jerad, who seemed to have just finished his business.
Of course, I tried to ignore Jerad's words and get away, but·····
-Grab!
"·····Ugh!"
He grabbed my wrist, preventing me from escaping.
"··········Let go."
I said it as submissively as possible.
I didn't want to, but my self-esteem was already completely shattered, so that's just how I ended up acting.
But Jerad didn't seem to have any intention of letting me go; even when I told him to release his hand, he just glared at me without a word.
And finally, he stopped staring at me and started walking towards me.
"··········W-Why. Don't come any closer·····."
Matching Jerad's slowly approaching footsteps, I also slowly backed away.
-Thump, thump.
'Somehow, it feels like we're heading towards an increasingly gloomy place··········.'
As Jerad approached, I was backing away, but.
The scenery changing in real-time beside me seemed to indicate that we were heading towards the back garden of the Women's Dormitory.
"·····S-Stop coming closer."
How far would we have to go for him to be satisfied?
If we went to the back of the Women's Dormitory like this, I would be in trouble.
That utterly gloomy place was naturally rarely visited by people and was known as the only dark spot within the academy that wasn't well-maintained.
I didn't know what Jerad might do to me in such a place.
If I were forcibly raped by Jerad there, of all places, wouldn't there be no one to come help me?
That's how rarely people passed through that area.
"What exactly do you want··········"
-Thump.
"·····Ugh."
Finally, Jerad's steps stopped only after my back hit the outer wall of the building.
Conversely, it meant I had arrived at a place where I could no longer call for help.
Honestly, seeing Jerad set this kind of mood, even I could tell he was planning something lewd.
It was like a woman's intuition, I suppose.
'I've become quite the woman, damn it·····'
I never thought I'd learn the meaning of "woman's intuition," which I only saw on the internet, being terrifyingly accurate, in this way.
Anyway.
That's not what's important.
What I needed to think about right now was that I couldn't let him find out I wasn't wearing underwear.
If I felt that such a thing was going to happen regardless, one might ask what difference it made whether I was wearing underwear or not.
But I was truly in a predicament.
Because if he found out I wasn't wearing underwear, he would surely mock me again, asking how much of a slut I was.
And it was obvious he would forcibly shove his hand between my skirt in a public place and then make all sorts of excuses, claiming I was the one who started it.
I began to act as much as I could.
I cast a shadow over my face and slowly relaxed my body.
And in the most strained tone possible—
"··········Do it tomorrow."
"What are you talking about?"
"You brought me here to do something lewd anyway, didn't you?"
"Hmm, I'm sorry, but I had no intention of doing what you're thinking. That's quite unexpected, Lunia."
That's··········impossible.
That was clearly just a pathetic lie he made up to make me feel more humiliated.
My heart began to waver, but I didn't show it outwardly.
I pretended to be as nonchalant as possible, speaking with a bored expression as if to say, 'Do you really think I'd fall for that?'
"··········Oh? Well, that's a relief then. Let's not do it today, and let's not do it tomorrow either. I'm tired of being forced into things now."
"···············"
Jerad, perhaps expecting me to stammer and blush, couldn't react to my words.
A glimmer of hope appeared.
If I didn't show any further reaction, wouldn't Jerad just give up and leave on his own?
Thinking that, I slowly moved out of his reach.
And then, as if I had no more business with him, I sharply turned my head and tried to leave the spot, but—
-Grab! Thump!
"·····Aahk!"
Jerad suddenly pushed me against the wall and then grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from escaping.
The outer walls of these medieval buildings were all made of bricks, so I almost got a cut on my face.
It was a good thing I had the quick reflexes to turn my face away at the last second!
"Hey! I almost got hurt··········Mmph?!"
But just before I could lash out, Jerad forcibly grabbed my chin.
I struggled, trying to get him to let go quickly.
But I was pinned against the wall, and with my shoulders held, it wasn't easy to shake off Jerad's hands.
Moreover, no matter how much I struggled, I was just senselessly rubbing my butt against Jerad's lower body.
As soon as I realized that, I stopped struggling.
Because if I needlessly stimulated Jerad's 'there,' it felt like I would be forcibly violated.
Yet, Jerad's grip showed no sign of loosening.
"···············It hurts, let go."
"You're bad at lying, Lunia."
"·····What?"
My shoulder really did hurt, so what did he mean by saying I was lying?
I started to feel a little bit wronged.
However, without giving me a chance to feel wronged, he spoke while holding my chin.
"Do you still think I haven't noticed?"
"··········What on earth are you talking about·····"
Just as I was flustered, Jerad suddenly began to move the hand that was holding my shoulder towards my thigh.
His hand, which I initially thought would go under my skirt, moved even higher than my thigh.
My fear of being inevitably caught without underwear subsided, but any hope of not being discovered was miserably shattered.
That's because the place Jerad reached for was—
"Then how will you explain this?"
It was the scrap of fabric I had shoved into my pocket.
In other words·····, it was the underwear that not only Jerad saw, but also the one I had used to wipe off the arousal fluid that had dripped onto my thigh earlier.
Jerad immediately brought my underwear to his nose.
-Sniff·····
"·····W-What are you doing!"
Why is this crazy bastard sniffing someone else's underwear·····!
For a moment, I thought he might actually have such a fetish, but—
"Indeed, it was the one you wore today."
"··············"
I had nothing to say.
No, there was nothing I *could* say.
Now that what I had tried so hard to hide was exposed, I was nothing more than a fish on a cutting board.
A condemned person, with no choice but to endlessly wait to see how I would be cooked.
And then, Jerad's verdict came down.
"Then, there's nothing underneath, is there?"
"··········Ugh."
"Seriously, you're a pervert like no other. To think you couldn't even last a day."
"T-That's not it·······."
"Not it, you say? Despite telling me you didn't want to do anything with me. Didn't you just come from masturbating at the academy?"
"·········"
"Lift your skirt yourself, Lunia."
Only one thought came to mind after hearing Jerad's words.
'···············I'm fucked.'