"No."
"Put on your panties Serica!" Ainset giggled, peeling through the air around me.
"We can do the makeup," I said, eyeing the underwear in my hands. A faint white stain graced the inside of their crotch. "Think of something else, it's not sanitary."
"You don't care about that!"
Someone opened the bathroom door behind me and then shut it immediately.
"Think about it," Ains went on, "Illia will be so proud, her star student, winning a défi de fierté, day one, in her pretty blue panties!"
"No. Am I that close to my polarity flipping? Why are you two pushing this girl stuff so hard?" I crumpled them up.
Whose the hell even are these? How do you lose your panties? Why keep them in a damn lost and found?
"It can happen quick." Ainset's trapeze slowed, suddenly turning serious. Her fickle demeanor was giving me whiplash. My eyes pulled to the crack running from her shoulder.
I don't like wearing them.
The admission was a dull ache in my chest. I didn't come here to do the same thing I had done at home. I didn't want to struggle with something so stupid.
"How does polarity work? Is it just doing girly things? Who even decides what qualifies?"
"Nnn-" she hesitated, "If we knew for sure, Illia's book would be published."
"Oh." I toed at a tube of lipstick on the floor.
"It's something real, though, I couldn't measure it if it weren't," she approached the counter, ran her fingers through her wiry locks, "I think it might be a feeling."
What does that even mean?
"Like, compression, but also ecstasy. That's what Illia's trying to do, put words to it," As she spoke, her back straightened, fingertips running down her neck, preening, "Like being a statue, being admired."
Men can be admired.
Still, what she said felt truthful, or at least true to her. I thought they were forcing me into a mold for my own good. If they didn't know, that meant they saw me as a test, an experiment.
Heat caught in my throat. I was managing it as best I could, but this day kept throwing shit my way. I wanted someone else to feel like this.
"Why? What we did in her office. That wasn't easy. And looking like some poor idiot in front of those girls..." I pressed my fingers into metal with no give, "You think I care if her book sells? I just... just want to go to school."
No one else here has to put up with this shit.
Her face turned. Blank, completely featureless, just a warped reflection of my livid expression; her voice still came, flat, from the crack in her chest, "We know it's not fair."
"How? I'm not putting up with this without a good reason."
A loud clang rang within her; her shoulders scrunched, and a small splinter crack split up into the metal of her breast.
No. You don't just get to...
I'm not doing this blind.
"Ain, please."
"We just want it fixed," she shook her head, hair fluttering in front of her face, and her visage returned, "For people like you."
If I pry any further...
I could guess. At least for her, it hurt too much to talk about. That meant something. I wasn't the only one bleeding here. I didn't need to torture her further.
Some good'll come of it.
"I put on the panties, that'll tell you something?" They were still balled in my palm, "You can gauge the impact?"
Ain nodded, "Yes."
It's better than 'Because I told you so.'
"Alright."
I wound up in the stall, blue cotton biting into my hips, bulge mashed together in a tight ball. They were snug, putting it lightly, precarious.
It's going to spill out. Should I?
I tried readjusting, angling my cock to the side. It was just as awkward.
"Come on Ser, when's the big reveal?"
It twitched, pressing into the soft pocket of fabric and my hip. I didn't need the encouragement.
"You're not helping," I said, each beat of my pulse worsening the situation.
"I would if you let me."
No. You've already drained me twice today.
"We're short on time," I said, trying to convince myself.
"Just a peek... Then I promise, you can swing me at the Cece girl all you want."
This shouldn't be getting me hot. My breasts were tender, nipples raw, and the way they squeezed my sack... "Okay, quick."
Her face pressed through the door like a lusty door-knocker, eyes half-lidded, "Mmm, you are having trouble..."
"Shut up, you're the problem here," my tip pressed hard into the waistband, then a sliver of dark red flesh made an appearance. "This isn't going to work."
"Needy girl. Let me fix it. You want to hear what's happening behind this door?" There it was, a squish.
"You're a devil... Shit, just do it, commencements probably started already."
Then she was on me. Face pressed against the fabric, cheek rubbing, darting her tongue against my tip, "She's wet." Her ass hung in the air, rocking and squelching.
"I said quick," my hands were at my chest, squeezing, urging myself along.
"Mmmf- Of course..." she lowered the waistband down my length and descended with it, rolling her tongue back and forth. Everything squeezed tight, too tight, my knees shook.
"Gimme-" she moaned into it, muffled.
I can enjoy this- "Ha-haah~" I can...
She cupped my butt with both hands, and I let my legs give out, throbbing, "Haaaahhh~", then sprayed into her throat.
Pop. "There you go! Drain the clitty, panties fitty, happy academic committee!"