Forcing Life-Ending Exposure on the Fucking Racist (2)
"Alright, bring it on. I'll crush you."
"I-I won't lose to the likes of you...!!"
The Fleur student council president, Misha, confidently drew her wand. And the result?
"I-I can't believe I'm losing to a mana-less nobody like you...."
Yeah, something like that. She was packing some seriously cheat-level skills and passives, no doubt. But standing before her was a munchkin NPC I'd powered up with admin privileges.
"Ch-cheater! How can someone without even a trace of mana cast magic!!"
"Just admit it already...! And apologize for insulting my parents last time!!"
"Hah!? Why the hell should I?!"
But, hmm. So slow. Even admitting defeat. I sighed and crunched on my popcorn.
Normally, this is where it would end...
I glanced at the status window. The janitor's inner thoughts floated up.
Right now, she was thinking such pure, innocent thoughts. Seemed like she'd be satisfied with just an apology and head home.
Of course, I knew she wouldn't see it coming if I let it play out that way.
That's right. The janitor was already changing her mind after just a few moments. I smirked at the sight.
I'd set it all up in advance. By now, the janitor's pussy was probably getting wet just thinking about tormenting that bitch.
Now it was time to sit back with my popcorn and watch how she'd mess her up.
-Crunch crunch.
I wonder what she'll make her do. I waited eagerly.
It didn't take long for a faint smile to creep onto the janitor's lips.
"Since I won the showdown, that means I can give ten commands, right...?"
"W-wait a sec! This is invalid! It's cheating!!"
"If you wanna become mana-less like me, keep talking."
"...Kuh!!"
Misha scowled in response. She already hated the idea of obeying a mana-less command. But refusing meant becoming mana-less by the rules. She had no choice from the start.
"F-fine... I'll grant your wish as a special favor, so be grateful...."
Misha nodded. But her face, swallowing her rage, flushed even deeper with humiliation at the next command.
"Then, first command. Take off your clothes."
"Wh-what!? Why all of a sudden!!"
"You said it to me earlier. That you'd forgive me if I stripped and licked your shoes. Just returning the favor."
"Kiiii!!!"
Tears welled up in Misha's eyes. Then she started ripping off her clothes.
Surprisingly, she showed no real resistance to stripping.
Hmm.
Because it's just us girls?
She probably thought the student council room only had her and the janitor. Not outside, and flashing her body to another woman seemed bearable enough.
What now, my disciple?
I took a sip of cola and kept watching. I was excited to see just how depraved the commands would get.
My disciple didn't disappoint.
"Second command. In that state, run ten laps per floor of the main building and come back."
"......Huh?"
"Didn't hear me? Go outside naked."
Outdoor exposure play. She knew her stuff.
And this was the main building. Crawling with Fleur members, professors, and cadets passing through during classes. Running ten laps per floor here... yeah, she'd definitely get seen.
"M-make some sense!!!"
"You can refuse if you hate it. But then Merlin's curse descends."
"That's... anyway, no nudity!!!"
Misha freaked out and refused. Her delicious reaction made the popcorn go down smooth.
-Crunch crunch.
What'll you do now, disciple?
I wondered if she'd force it or give her some leeway. I watched quietly.
My disciple showed her clever side again.
"Fine, I'll let you cover up."
"R-really?! Then give me my clot—"
"Just one spot: face, chest, or crotch."
"......"
Misha's expression froze. Like a raccoon watching cotton candy melt in water.
"Th-that's... at least two spots...."
"One."
"You can't cover everything with one!!"
"Or none at all."
"Kiii...!!!"
But my disciple was firm, like a four-dollar uncle. Misha had no choice but to pick.
She chose her face, of all things.
"At least cover my whole head...."
"Deal. But no covering your body any other way. That's command three."
The janitor pulled something from her pocket and tossed it. A leather pouch, just big enough to barely cover a head.
"This is..."
"Fourth command. If anyone besides me figures out who you are and says your name, start masturbating on the spot."
"Wh-what!? You're a pervert!!?"
"Oh, and cum within one minute. Fail, and you're mana-less. So don't get caught."
"......Kiii."
And just like that, four commands down. Misha crumpled the pouch in frustration.
Then she awkwardly shoved her head into the bag, tucking in every strand of hair to avoid detection.
"Th-then I'll do the ten laps."
"Have fun~."
"......"
Screeech—the door opened as Misha pulled the pouch over her head. And she... bolted right away.
"......!!!!"
I couldn't miss the prime entertainment, so I followed. Oh man, what a vulgar sight.
Her flat chest jiggling freely from the sprint. Her hairless pussy. And above all, the pouch desperately flipped over her head like that was enough.
It was so pathetic, I burst out laughing.
"Wh-what's that..."
"Kyaaah!!!? What, what the hell is that!!!"
Right on cue, some cadets appeared. The group led by that one-breasted girl who'd given me her milk backed away in shock.
"Pervert!? Wh-who are you!!"
"Someone get President Misha!!"
"......"
Misha didn't stop. Her tiny tits flopping as she sprinted past the cadets without flinching. Not even a hint of hesitation at being spotted.
Wondering about her confidence, I peeked at her status.
Hoo. As expected of a genius mage. Forcing her way through with magic—quite entertaining.
Of course, it was humiliating enough that her inner monologue was a swear-fest. The perception impairment wasn't foolproof—everyone knew some naked chick was sprinting around.
Not boring enough to trash it, though...
Shall I add a bit more thrill?
"Pause."
I paused the game. Time froze instantly. Misha mid-sprint naked in the hall, the shocked cadets—all stopped.
In my solo free world, I leisurely tinkered with the console.
Hair Reveal (Active, Normal)
Exposes the target's hair outside equipped gear when possible
"Resume game, activate Hair Reveal."
Time flowed again. A major change hit Misha's body.
-Rustle.
"......!!!?"
Her twin tails spilled out from the pouch. Her signature black twin tails brushed her shoulders and dangled down.
Even the mighty Misha froze in shock for a moment.
Would she try hiding the hair or push through? I watched curiously.
Misha chose full sprint.
Hoo. Haven't seen another black-haired twin tail like yours around here, but gutsy. Or maybe she trusts her magic that much.
"Alright, one more addition."
I grinned and reached for the console.
Soon, a new line appeared in her settings.
And Misha...
"......!!!?"
...started dripping sweat like crazy. Perfectly from her pussy, ripe for misunderstanding.
The audience was duly impressed.
"Kyaaah!!? Wh-what the hell..."
"Wait, she's soaking wet down there?"
"No way, getting turned on from running naked? Total freak!!"
"What kind of slut is that!?"
Droplets flying with every bounce of her twin tails and gumdrop tits. Looked exactly like pussy juice, turning Misha into a exposure-loving pervert overnight.
She seethed with injustice, but whatever. No sweat anywhere else, just her pussy? Bound to be misunderstood.
This'd make bank on sis-pants sites. ENF genre's got a solid core fanbase.
I recorded it in replay: her wobbling gumdrop tits, Hansel-and-Gretel-style pussy juice on the floor, and her shame-trembling hands. All of it.
"Hahk, hahk..."
"Good job."
Thanks to that, when Misha finally finished her exposure run and returned to the council room, I'd snagged footage of her getting spotted by over a hundred cadets.
Plenty humiliating on its own, but
"That enough!? I'll even apologize for insulting your mom, so seriously, stop now."
"Then fifth command..."
"...Kiiiiiiiiii!!!!!"
My disciple wasn't satisfied with that much.