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Good girls, bad boys 4: Bottomless Adapted for English by Don Gordon The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all. She was smart, good-looking, athletic and popular. Unfortunately, in her time at P. K. Gakuen High School, she had incurred the wrath of Kazuhiko Nakayama, the boy who sat behind her. He talked fellow Chiaki-hater Aoi Kuroike into surreptitiously shooting a video of Chiaki showering nude. Kazuhiko proceeded to blackmail Chiaki getting her to change into a very short mini-skirt, remove her panties, and then flash her ass right in the middle of Mr. Tazaki's class. Tazaki made no move to rescue her, and once he left, Kazuhiko offered to give back her panties if she removed her bra, and gave it to him before the bell for the next class rang. Two boys lifted her up onto her own desk, and the whole class gathered round to watch.
'I've got to hurry, and take off my bra.' She continued to undo the buttons of her blouse, unable to cover her privates at the same time. It wasn't so easy though to get her bra off while still wearing her blouse. Leaving the top two buttons of her blouse done up, she reached around, and unhooked her bra. It popped forward drooping down. "Chiaki, I just saw your nipples." "From below, your tits look huge." "Same goes for your ass. You've got one hot body there." "What's the big deal though? You just showed us your pussy. Don't be such a tease." Chiaki's cheeks had gone bright red as she held her bra against her chest. Kazuhiko hit on another idea. "Chiaki, what kind of way is that to strip? Where's your pride, student council president? Take off your blouse first." Chiaki hesitated. "That is if you want your panties back," he added. "OK, OK." She pulled her bra back on, and then undid the last two buttons on her blouse. Her bra though was hanging fairly loose, leaving quite a bit of her breasts exposed. Both the guys and girls in the class couldn't help admiring the wonderful shape of her sweater puppies. She whimpered softly trying to hide her tits with her hands. "Oh, c'mon. We can see your pussy for heaven's sake. Cut the coy routine already!" "Chiaki, you've got one more minute," Kazuhiko announced. "If you don't take off your bra before the bell rings, no panties, you hear?" "Alright, alright!" She pulled off her blouse, and tossed it aside. Then she reached around to undo her bra again. But if she took off her bra, she'd be left with just this one tiny mini-skirt to cover her. As she realized that she'd be practically nude in front of her whole class, her blush spread out right to her earlobes. The class went quiet. As Chiaki reached around behind her, her breasts stuck out even more, emphasizing their size. She did her best to endure the embarrassment, but the blush on her cheeks just made her look even sexier. Chiaki made up her mind. Just as she unhooked her bra, the bell started ringing signalling the beginning of their next class. 'Oh, god! Not now with me dressed like this! What am I going to do now?' She started to panic. But she knew if she didn't take off her bra, she probably wouldn't even be able to get her blouse back. She clenched her teeth, and pulled off her bra just as the bell stopped ringing. She did her best to cover up her breasts but for a split second, the class caught a glimpse of her wonderful white orbs. "Wow!" they all cried out. As quickly as she could, Chiaki stepped down onto her chair, and then the floor. "Please, hurry, and give me back my blouse and panties." Chiaki looked deep into Kazuhiko's eyes pleading with him to show her some mercy. Class had already started. The teacher could come in at any second, and here she was standing here almost nude clutching her naked breasts. She could hardly believe this was all happening. Kazuhiko took his sweet time answering. "Don't worry. Mr. Ito always comes in five minutes late, doesn't he? And this is a pretty tough call here. Don't you think the bell stopped ringing before you'd got your bra off?" It was true their world history teacher Ito almost always came in five minutes late. But Chiaki was scared witless that this might be one of the days he came on time. "Oh, don't say that! Please! Kazuhiko!" "Well now, you should have been nicer to us all sooner. Well anyway, I guess you can put on this." He threw her a blouse. "Thank you! Thank you!" Chiaki was about to ask for her panties too, but anyway, if she didn't put her top back on, she'd have to sit in class topless. She turned her back to the class, and quickly ran her arms through the sleeves. But when she went to do up the buttons, she suddenly realized Kazuhiko's horrible trick. This wasn't her blouse. It was at least two sizes smaller than the one she usually wore. She somehow managed to pull it tight enough to do up the buttons, but you could see her nipples through the thin translucent cotton. It was obvious that she didn't have a bra on underneath. "This isn't mine! Where's my blouse?" Chiaki glared at Kazuhiko. "You were the one who didn't do as I asked. I told you that you had to take off your bra before the bell rang. If you don't want that blouse, give it back," Kazuhiko shouted grabbing at the sleeve. "No, no. I'm sorry. I'll take it. I'll take it." Anyway, there was no time to argue. It was already three minutes into class. She resigned herself to wearing this blouse. It seemed like she had no other choice. Just as she got her blouse done up, and tied on her scarf, Ito came into the class. She breathed a sigh of relief at having gotten dressed. But once she started thinking about it, she realized her situation was now even worse than in the last class. She still had no panties on, but she'd lost her bra too, and her blouse was so tight you could clearly see the shape of her breasts. If you looked closely, you could even see her nipples. She was dressed so indecently all she could do was stare down at her desk. Fortunately though, Ito was one of the meekest teachers in the school. They had often joked about how he seemed to be lecturing to the blackboard all the time. Anyway, she probably wouldn't have to worry about him noticing her outfit. The boys in the class though were ogling her more than ever, admiring her breasts, or peeking up her skirt. 'Oh, why won't they leave me alone?' About twenty minutes into class, another note came floating over her shoulder from behind. It was from Kazuhiko. She glanced back at him, but it looked like he was concentrating on taking notes. Chiaki braced herself, and slowly opened the slip of paper. 'I'm willing to give you back your panties on the condition that you take off your skirt first, and pass it back to me. I'll give your skirt back once you've got your panties back on. But you have to do all this before the end of class.' 'What? He wants me to take my skirt off here in class. There's just no way. I'd have to sit here half naked. There's no way I could do such a thing in the middle of a class.' Chiaki covered her mouth in shock. This was by far the harshest demand yet. But there didn't seem to be any way out. If she refused, he would just come up with something even worse. 'If you don't want to, that'd be OK too. I'll just stick your panties back up on the bulletin board along with some of those pictures I was showing you earlier. There's one real nice close up of your pussy. I'm sure all the guys would love to see that.' 'I'd rather die,' she thought. 'Anyway, I've got to do something.' But Chiaki didn't seem to have much choice. It looked like she was going to have to take off her skirt, even though she was pantiless underneath, right there in class in front of all her classmates. The only thing she had control over was when. With only twenty minutes left in class, she'd have to take off her skirt, pass it to Kazuhiko, get him to give her back her panties, put them on, and then get her skirt back too. Knowing Kazuhiko, he probably wouldn't just give her the panties either, so there wasn't much time. She looked around the class. A lot of the boys were grinning over at her. They'd seen Kazuhiko pass her that last message, and were all looking forward to seeing what he'd come up with next. Mr. Ito was still mumbling and writing facing the board. He was so caught up in his lecture it was almost like he'd forgotten the students were there. Probably if Chiaki took off her skirt, he wouldn't realize. 'Thank goodness, Kazuhiko chose Ito's class. I'd better hurry though.' The boys all perked up as she reached down, and took hold of the hook at the side of her skirt. The strip show was about to start. 'Please, don't look!' She closed her eyes, pulled open the hook, and unzipped the zipper. The whole room had gone completely quiet. Right in the middle of 2nd period, the most beautiful girl in the school, Chiaki Shiraishi, was about to strip off her skirt. The electricity in the air was incredible. Even the girls were watching, overcome with curiosity as Chiaki prepared to bare her body. Once she'd got the zipper down, they could see the white skin of her hips peeking out. 'No! No!' she sobbed in silent despair. She quickly pulled the two sides of the seam back together, but then realized there was no point. Soon she'd have to show them a lot more than just her hip. 'Do I really have to go through with this?' She looked around, but everyone was just looking at her expectantly. The boys were half drooling, and the girls had this look of horror. If she didn't go through with this, she'd really be asking for trouble. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Kazuhiko just grinning at her, not saying anything. He didn't threaten her. He just sat there smirking. In his eyes though, she could see he was pushing her to hurry up. She reached around behind her, and took hold of the waistband of her skirt from the back. Making sure that Ito was still writing on the board, she slowly pulled her skirt down. Because she didn't have any underwear on, her bare bottom slid into view. She could hear the guys behind her gulping as they caught sight of the crack of her buttocks. Even the boys sitting in front took advantage of Ito's inattention to turn around, and watch. With her bottom already half uncovered, Chiaki bit her lip, and raised her ass off her chair. 'Now what do I do? If I pull my skirt down while I'm crouching here like this, everyone will see.' Even though she'd more or less resolved to go through with it, she had trouble getting up the nerve. Suddenly, she felt the jab of a sharp pencil on her shoulder. It was Kazuhiko again urging her on. "OK, OK, I know," she whispered, glancing back at him. At the end of her rope, she finally just thought 'to heck with it,' and pulled her skirt straight down. The skirt fell to around her knees, and her hips were now naked. Because she didn't have any panties on, they could all see her sweet little ass. She sat back down, and pressed her legs tightly together, but those behind her were ogling her butt, while some of the boys in front were craning to get a look at of her bush. Her desk was the only thing blocking their view. Even the boys who couldn't see her directly looked excited as they looked at her blushing face, and imagined how she must look. Unable to take the embarrassment, Chiaki let go of her skirt, and covered up her pussy and ass with her hands. 'I can't take much more of this. I can't,' she sobbed to herself. Suddenly, Kazuhiko started coughing, and soon everyone was joining in. If Chiaki didn't do something fast, Ito would probably stop writing on the board, and turn around to see what the fuss was all about. Even if he did turn around, he still probably wouldn't be able to see Chiaki's hips because her desk was in the way. But if he by chance decided to come down off the dais... Just thinking of it gave Chiaki the shivers. There was nothing she could do now about her classmates, but she would do anything to avoid letting her teachers see her like this. Hoping to get everyone to stop coughing, she lifted her hands away from her privates. The feeling of the air swirling around her bare midriff only made her all the more aware of how truly naked she was. Her face was so red anyone who saw her might think she was burning up with fever. Doing her best to hold her feelings of humiliation in check, she bent down, and gathered up her skirt from around her ankles. She quickly covered her pubic hair with her right hand, and then passed the skirt back to Kazuhiko with her left. She moved her hand back to re-cover the crack of her buttocks. Kazuhiko whispered in her ear. "Wow! I never dreamed you'd actually go through with it. You're a lot braver than I thought. How does it feel to be sitting in class bottomless?" She glanced down. From all the excitement, her tits had swelled up even more, so you could really see her nipples. She was having trouble keeping her bush covered, and her pussy was tingling like crazy. She glanced back at Kazuhiko, frowning. 'Brave? You're the one who made me do this!' she wanted to tell him. She felt so ashamed. "Anyway, you'd better take some notes. I wouldn't want you to fall behind because of this." She shook her head. There was no way she was going to move her hands. If she did, everyone would be able to see her most private places. "Or do you want me to tell Ito you don't think his class is important enough to keep notes? He might get offended." Chiaki wanted to argue back, but instead she just bit her lip. "Oh, by the way, if you don't get every last word up on the board there down in your notebook, our deal is off." She raised her eyebrows. 'What? What about my panties?' To be continued Don Gordon If you liked this story, please drop me a line using the form below:
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