Magical Girl Who Turns Shame into Power (2)

I whipped up a skill at lightning speed.

'If I pass this on to her as a skill transfer, we're done.'

Now, the more embarrassed she gets, the stronger she'll be at her next transformation. Sure, it's not sustained—it's a one-hour glass cannon—but...

"Better than nothing, right?"

"W-Well, yeah, but..."

"Exactly! So from now on, we're stacking up embarrassing shit to rack up those Embarrassment Points!"

Explanation over. Perfect, I thought.

Until Ranco raised her hand with a question.

"Um... For embarrassing stuff, don't we have options that aren't this?"

"Huh?"

"Like confessing your dark history or whatever—there's tons of embarrassing things, right?"

"......"

Smart girl.

"Then tell me one of your embarrassing dark histories. Let's see how much it goes up."

"Actually, my friends pranked me by putting a love letter in my shoe locker, and I went out all made up on the weekend..."

"Yeah, that's not gonna cut it."

I normalized it quick. The points had spiked to around 40, which felt OP, so I nerfed the gain.

Ranco's eyes narrowed.

"So, I have to show my body to someone for it to go up? Can't we get something that isn't this pervert shit?"

"It suits your aptitude best."

"Hah!? What the hell does that mean!!"

"Got some hidden exhibitionism?"

"Like hell I do!!!"

She fumed for a good while after that.

But what could she do about it? What could she do?

"Better than going full nude and having that spread worldwide."

"But..."

"Do that, and your winking asshole and pussy go viral on SNS."

"......"

"Just grit your teeth till you beat Mumemei. Deal?"

I coaxed her hard. No reality-warping or common sense tweaks—just pure, voluntary exposure play. I had to see it at least once.

"What if I get reported? Heroes can't roam like that or we're benched for good."

Of course, Ranco wouldn't bite right away...

"No worries! We'll expose without getting reported!"

"...Is that even possible?"

"Of course! Trust me!!"

I'm the expert here. Leave it to me.

* * *

A bit later, Ranco—transformed back to civilian clothes, guitar case slung over her back—started walking.

"Th-This is really okay...?"

Her skirt had caught on the guitar case, hiked up just right. From behind, it was all on display. The skimpy, slutty panties wedged tight into her thick pussy lips, labia peeking out. Even the wrinkles around her asshole.

She was about to circle the block like that.

"Told you it's fine. Anyone who sees'll just think, 'Clumsy girl's tripping over herself.'"

"...How long?"

"Till some kind citizen yells, 'Hey you! Your pussy's showing!'"

Get called out midway? Game over. Max out points before that—that's the challenge.

"300 points gives a huge edge in the fight; 400 and you'll probably win."

"I get needing this much for an S-rank villain, but... this makes me feel like such a perv..."

"No muttering! Go! Aim high!"

Smack!! I slapped her ass to start her off.

Mmm, juicy.

"Why's a cat like you hit so hard... Fine, fine!!"

Ranco faced forward. Guitar case ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strapped tight, she started stomping off.

With every step, her ass jiggled. The panties dug in like rope, grinding her tender labia raw.

"Hah, hng... How much we got...?"

"Hm, 1 point now?"

"One minute of walking and!?"

"Not that embarrassing yet? No one's caught on but me."

I muttered, eyeing her pussy devouring the fabric greedily.

The thrill of exposure's all in the gaze of others, after all.

'Let's summon some eyes.'

I pulled up console and typed a command.

Soon, footsteps approached from ahead—30-something salarymen.

"Eek!? P-People coming..."

"Chill! Pass like nothing happened, they won't bother turning. No bust!"

"I know they probably won't, but!!"

"Even if they see, it's just a cute newbie's oopsie!! Points jackpot!! Go!!"

I ordered breakthrough.

Flash that greedy, panty-swallowing pussy as you pass.

Ranco clenched her teeth. Grind.

"For the citizens... to beat Mumemei..."

Her pace quickened. Even brushing close to the salarymen on purpose.

Clear invitation to ogle.

And she passed without incident.

Chatter chatter.

"...and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then Matsuda section chief..."

"......"

They really didn't turn. Duh—who'd imagine the girl brushing past had her pussy half-out?

Ranco realized it too, sighing late relief—but...

"Whoops, slippery hands."

I fished coins from inventory and dropped 'em—two 100-yen pieces, change from that Sasaki Chiho tit-pussy combo order way back.

Clink!!

"Huh?"

"Hey, you dropped some coins..."

Salarymen whipped around instantly.

Their eyes bugged out. Ranco's frozen ass right in view.

"Steady your nerves, Ranco! Show shame now, and they know you're the perv ass-flashing on purpose!!"

She cursed me inwardly. Whatever.

What can ya do? Follow quiet, gumtit.

Tremble.

"Ah, th-thanks!"

Ranco turned, forced a smile. Knowing total strangers had seen her ass—maybe pussy too.

Playing pure innocent.

"Was heading to karaoke, but forgot my wallet..."

"Oh, uh, gotcha."

"Thanks~."

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snatched the coins and bolted.

Salarymen just stared after her.

"Shouldn't we tell her...?"

"Say it and we get reported. Another girl'll handle it."

"Y-Yeah... hope someone does quick."

Not one stepped up—clearly scared of false accusations.

...Just wanted more eyefuls, huh. Honest uncles.

Patter patter.

"Sorry~ Dropped my money by accident?"

I chased after Ranco. Reply came after the salarymen were long gone.

"Y-You bastard...!! Doyeon!!!"

"Still, points jumped! Like 20?"

"20!? That many guys saw my... down there...!?"

"Wasn't a long look."

"No way!!"

She started to chew me out, but then trembled.

20 points from this shamefest. Need 300 min. 15 more rounds? Horrifying realization.

'Ah, fun.'

Viewer-side? Pure honey. Dick's warming up already.

'Same shit gets boring tho...'

"How 'bout closing eyes and going bold once?"

Temptation offered.

Ranco went silent long. Do that in her hood, rumors spread? Done for.

"Too risky here, so hit another prefecture."

Eased her worry. Rumors elsewhere? Fine. No pics? Fine.

"What if pics!!"

"Target no-pic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spots and people."

"Easier said!!"

She balked, incredulous—but...

"Quit then? Go ghost, no Needle humiliation."

"...Citizens get terror-bombed."

"Meaning?"

"Fine. I'll do it."

Hero. Magical girl. Noble resolve to protect.

She vowed to bare her pussy to the world.

* * *

That didn't last.

"Nngh..."

Subway Ranco got door-smashed. My tweak: packed rush hour.

Behind, a man huffed heavy.

His dick was out the zipper, grinding her asscrack. I clipped her skirt up; he dove in thrilled.

She didn't notice. Cheek-to-tit squished to door—who cares about ass dick?

Felt off, but no way she's exposed again.

Splat—!!! Chikan blew hard on her ass.

Even Ranco caught this.

Train just hit station. Crowd ebbed out; Ranco checked her ass.

Then froze, shocked.

"......!!!?"

Yep, cum. Congrats on first dickbath achievement.

"No way you, Doyeon."

"No clue! How'm I s'posed to see in that crush!!"

Full denial. Chikan was my tweaked NPC—admit it, trust breaks.

Instead, good news.

"But points hit 30! Showing off down there on subway plus baby gravy? Super shameful!"

"Sh-Shut up..."

"Just 250 more! Fighting!"

"Easy for you..."

She chucked the clip, fixed skirt, bolted to bathroom.

White skirt hiding stranger cum, her panicked face...

'Dick preheat's plenty.'

Gumtit or not, hot scene. Fine cuisine. Godgame.

'Crank the horniness more.'

"Hey Ranco, got a proposal."

Smile spread wide.

"Panties dirty too... Why not ditch 'em?"