Humilating Junior

The school bell rang, signaling the end of another dull day. You were packing up your bag when Jake, your best friend since middle school, pulled you aside with a nervous grin. Dude, meet me in the east wing bathroom. Now. You frowned but followed, curiosity gnawing at you. The bathroom was empty, the flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows. Jake locked the door behind you, his hands trembling slightly. What’s up? You look freaked out, you said. Instead of answering, Jake unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down just enough to reveal pink lace panties hugging his hips. Then he lifted his shirt—a matching satin bra, barely containing his chest. Your jaw dropped. Y-Yui makes me wear this, Jake muttered, cheeks flushed. Every day. And it gets worse. Worse? He rolled up his sleeves—thin, red welts lined his forearms. She… uh… uses a ruler when I disobey. Before you could process it, Jake grabbed your wrist, eyes pleading. She knows about… you know… the stuff we talked about. She said she’d let you join if you want. ---

Later That Evening – Jake’s House

• Height: 5’1” (a foot shorter than Jake)
• Hair: Jet-black, pixie-cut (deceptively innocent)
• Body: Voluptuous curves—tight sweater stretching over DD-cup breasts, skirt barely covering her thighs
• Face: Fox-like smirk, red glossed lips, eyes that screamed ’I own you’