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Event Closed! Inbox Closed!

There are quite a lot of asks in the inbox for the King’s Game event and I’m a bit behind so I’ll be closing the inbox for a bit while asks are answered. The event will end proper with another modpost when the asks are cleared out.

Thank you all for participating!

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Then. Number 1 take off your clothes and give an atomic to number 5

*the 1 stick in her hand meaning she'll have to be nude in front of everyone again, a practically daily thing due to Hiyoko*

"...n-not again..."

*her own hand slipping into the waistband of her skirt, behind her back, to check which pair of underwear she has on, a common part of her pre-wedgie checklist*

"Ngh... w-will these even last...?"

*efficiently getting undressed with an usually high level of speed for a girl usually so clumsy, her clothes quickly piling up in a heap at her feet*

"...p-please don't look..."

*turning to present her backside to the nurse still finishing her own humiliating task, hoping to least avoid having to see more of other naked girls than she needs to*

"...j-just g-get it over with..."

*adding her plain-white bra and panties to the pile last, her choppy locks of hair and superfluous bandages the only things covering her plush curves*

"..."

*back stiffening up at the warm hands digging into the space between her back and the elastic of her skirt to find her panties, the sharp gasp coming out of the nurse's mouth confirming that she was wearing the exact same pair she thought she did*

*incredibly delicate hands somehow still managing to puncture through the rotting, warm, and sticky-with-grime fabric just below the aged waistband of her victim's panties, her concern for hygiene fueling her next question*

"...have you been changing your undergarments...?"

"T-Th-That's none of your-"

*that very rotten waistband, shredded free of most of the worthlessly overused cotton below it rocketing past her greasy hair and slapping against her face in the closest thing to an instant atomic wedgie that they could manage*

"Grkk!?"

*still utterly naked still but keeping her dirtied hands off her body regardless, the yellow-brown fabric remaining mangled around the nerdy writer's mid-back after she finished stretching the separted grayed elastic band over her head*

"M-My hands moved on t-their own... s-sorry..."

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*trembling so intensely in his high-heels and undersized, made-for-women, bunny suit that even the cotton tail above the cleft of his rear is shaking in terror with him*

“E-Eh...?!”

“And we just rerolled girls too... just to go back to bullying twinks.”

*holding the stick marked ‘3′ with red ink in her right hand*

“T-This is t-targeted harassment, isn’t it? You all j-just want to see the ‘nerdy girl’ try and f-fail to do one of your childish p-pranks, don’t you?!”

“Just give bunny-boy his wedgie before I show you targeted harassment.”

*hoping Fukawa’s response will at least mean she’ll take it easy on him, the girl already approaching as he speaks*

“P-Please, be gentle... t-this suit is tight an- eeeeppp!?”

*wrenching up on that irresistibly vulnerable bunny tail to begin the process of wedging the fabric deep into her victim’s butt, drawing her hand up higher and higher until she’s got the boy on his toes*

“Heheh...”

“She totally wanted to do it anyway.”

“There’s a coat-hook over there, bee-tee-dubs!”

*moving from the bunny tail to the legholes, already eyeing the higher-than-normal coat-hook above her head*

“W-We should get started...”

*feeling the writer’s spindly fingers dig into the space between the elastic of his bunny suit’s legholes, turn upward, and take two fistfuls of the stretchy fabric upwards, revealing most his pale, feminine rear end while also driving the rigid fabric between those cheeks harshly*

“Ouh!? Fu-Fukawa, ple-ase!?”

*pulling up on the stressed, black fabric, until she’s lifting the boy from the floor with ease, inadvertently bouncing him while she giggles at her rare moment of being on top*

“...this is fun, hehe...”

“So she laughs like that with anyone she gives a wedgie... glad it’s not just me...”

*dragged up higher, with his legs kicking pitifully for the reassurance of the floor when Fukawa finally rips him from it, drawing him closer to the twin prongs of the coat-hook while drawing the fabric around the tight-as-is crotch of the bunny suit even tighter; only groans of agony coming from his throat now*

“Ouhhh...! Oouuuhhh!”

*the strength of the serial killer she shares a body with more than enough to draw more girly squeals out of the detective, her hands still tight around the legholes of the bunny suit easily pulling him above her head-height so she can secure those rigid-snug bands around the prongs of the coat-hook*

“And... there.”

*dropped the half-inch of give that his bunny suit has to stretch before being jounced back via the elastic going taut around the prongs that now hold him some feet off the floor; the up-and-down movement he’s left suspended in letting the fabric not meant to be so deep in him scrape against his absolute middle, kicking a truly feminine squeak out of him*

“Hy-eeeeeeek!?”

“We’re not done yet...”

*the unmistakably female hands gripping on his naked ankles reminding him of something Miu would do to him for fun, he can only plead once more, trying to steel himself for what comes next*

“Please... get it over with...”

“I w-wonder if you’ll c-cry... boys only cry in garbage l-love novels...”

*his squeezed-shut eyes popping open as the lightweight girl, who doesn’t feel light at all at the moment, jumps with only his suspended ankles, and the tensile fibers of his bunny suit to hold her up*

“Hyeeeh!? Owwwwwaaahoow...!”

*crossing her legs where she sits in some kind of awkward cross-gender twinge of sympathy, the pain inflicted on the boy’s front more than apparent*

“Poor Shui...”

*letting herself land before going into another half-swing using only the boy to hold her off the floor as she can, the ‘skretch’-esque sounds of straining elastic and fabric not coming from her own underwear making her grin*

“A little higher...”

*the second pull of gravity, boosted by the nerd girl trying to drag him down as deep as possible onto the middle of his bunny suit, finally enough to crush his groin and leave tears filling up his eyes*

“Hyeeeeeee-eeeek!”

*letting go of her impromptu swing, but only returning to her seat without any intention of letting Shui down from the wedgie*

“T-There we go...”

*having to be the one to actually help get the crying boy down, trying to gently get the bunny suit’s elongated legholes off the coat-hook without bouncing the poor boy wearing it anymore*

“I got you...”

*voice still cracking as the pianist’s own delicate fingers pluck at the tight elastic behind his back, the pain not at all subsiding despite her reassurance*

“Please... hurry...”

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Alright, Numbers 4 and 5, Smack Number 1's bare ass till it's red, you each only get one cheek.

"Of course that's me..."

"Sorry in advance... I'll take the left side... I guess?"

"At least it's not me for once..."

*unceremoniously hiking up her skirt and dropping her underwear, pink and adorned with a print pattern of white hearts, to her knees; she bends over at the waist to present her butt*

"Guess it could be worse... God, this is embarrassing."

*spanking the left-side of the photographer's butt, hard enough to make it ripple and jiggle, despite its slightly toned physique*

"Here goes nothing..."

*matching her new partner's hit with a spank to the right cheek, noting the freckled girl's tightly-clamped hands over her bared crotch*

"At least you get to keep your modesty..."

*hitting a few more times to get the redness to appear, splotches of red from her hand all over the exposed butt in front of her*

"Oof, that looks... painful..."

*desperately wishing she could move her hands from her crotch to coax her spanked, red and raw, butt*

"O-Oh... it d-definitely is..."

*peppering the right cheek to get it glowing red too like the left, her own hand getting sore now*

"Looks like we're done at least..."

"Thank God you sissies are done, we've got a reroll to do."

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6 give a smooch to both of 2’s ass cheeks.

"N-No way!"

"Oh, dear... 2..."

*one hand, unladylike, reaching under her dress to pull the seat of her panties into a T-shape, keeping her rear hidden underneath the bell the dress, but leaving her cheeks exposed for Saionji's kiss*

"I'll just... move these... up..."

"I'm n-not doing it! D-Don't do weird things like I am!"

"You know, it's been a while since I insta-ripped anyone's undies off..."

"...!"

"...fine..."

*trudging along and then going to her knees at the princess's waist, reluctantly putting her head under that dark bell and ending up face-to-face with her wide, pale globes*

"...you better have showered, or I'll bite you."

*feeling the peck against her left cheek, and then a quick second later, on the right, leaving two faintly damp circles on each bared globe of fleshy rear end*

"...that is a... weird feeling..."

*coming up immediately from that bell-dress to take a breath of fresh air, like a diver returning to the surface*

"...gonna go wash my mouth out with bleach now..."

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Number 8, lift up number 11's top and bra, and give them a massive titty twister

"8... sure, why not?"

"Oh, god..."

*shoving her hands under Kirigiri's shirt, pinning it up so the detective's smooth, flat stomach is revealed, her simple white bra joining it a moment later*

"And... there."

*at least not entirely unfamiliar to the feeling of cold hands grabbing her nipples, the twist part of the 'titty twister' making tears come to her eyes; the soldier is much stronger than she was prepared for*

"...gnnnggghhhh....!"

*pulling away and wiping her hands off on her skirt's sides for good measure, letting the detective finally cover her breasts*

"Whoops, too hard?"

*doing her best to, extremely gently, get her boobs back into the cups of her bra while adjusting her white shirt with the other hand*

"No, that was plenty fine... ow."

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Number 12. please give Chihiro a wedgie using his bunny suit, pulling as high as it will go.

"New girls, try not to make this boring."

*looking at the stick she drew*

"O-Oh... I happen to be... 12."

"Ehehehe..."

*realizing that the nurse is definitely not going to follow the Hippocratic Oath right now as he's spun around, feminine fingers shaking-with-excitement grabbing the legholes of his bunnysuit*

"Oh no..."

*yanking the stretchy, but still noticeably undersized, bunnysuit's seat toward her own bouncing chest*

"Wedgie, little boy!"

*the crotch of the suit, meant for a female, crushing his crotch while the middle of the seat splits his mostly-naked rear down the middle, the height difference between himself and his bully nearly pulling his feet out of his high heels*

"Oh-oooh-oooowhowww...!"

*watching Chi's tiny manhood get crushed even flatter and smaller by the massive wedgie the nurse is giving out*

"Guess that bunny ain't delivering any eggs this year."

*pulling up until she's dangling her bunnysuit-clad victim by nothing but fabric, giggling the entire time, before finally letting go*

"Ehe-eheheh..."

*falling to his knees with his high heels clattering onto the floor, pulled out of them by the bouncing, his hands going to his groin*

"....owwww...."

"Oh, yeah- bring me a soda, Chi. You can de-scramble your eggs later."

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Number 2, spank number 12 as hard as you can

"2 now..."

*holding the 12 stick in her trembling hand*

"Y-You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!"

"Oh, right. Hurry up cuz we're redrawing lots after this."

*turning around and bending at the waist slightly to present her ass, clad in the veil of her short skirt*

"D-D-Don't hit t-too hard..."

"O-Once should be m-more than e-enough for y-you..."

*slapping the inventor's butt with all the strength that the serial killer she shares a body with has hidden away*

"T-There...!"

*hopping like a bunny half-a-second after the hand hits her skirt-clad butt, wailing out as her hands go to nurse that spot*

"A-Aaahaaaaannnn...! Owie...!"

"You done?"

*rubbing her sore butt through her skirt and whimpering more and more like a little girl*

"...mommy..."

"N-Need to w-wash my h-hands now..."

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Number 8, take a selfie with number 2 while they're naked.

"I'm number 8."

*already in the process of removing her clothes, her apron and dress in a circle pooled around her feet, her tights to be stepped out of next*

"...and I happen to be 2."

*watching the maid's bra and underwear hit the floor next, purple and lacy; her phone already out for the required selfie*

"I... do apologize."

*one gloved hand over her womanhood, another naked arm draped over her sizable breasts to hide at least some of them*

"N-No need to apologize, please just take the photo."

*awkwardly putting a gloved hand on Kirumi's shoulder to pull her into the camera's view, her other hand outstretched and snapping the photo with a flash*

"...there."

*getting dressed with a SHSL of efficiency, ignoring the mild wedgie and disheveled hair she's given herself with her haste*

"...I do hope you intend to keep that to yourself, however."

"I've already deleted it. The requirement was to take such a photo, not keep it."

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Okay number 3, you have to pants, both their skirt and underwear, number 7.

"I'm number 3..."

"...I, uh..."

*Fukawa's hands digging into her skirt him, finding her tights and underwear soon after*

"...could I at least convince you to spare my tights?"

"Hehe... no way..."

*squatting down to yank all three layers of the garment down to Peko's ankles, rapidly revealing all of pallid lower half*

"...nerd."

*one trembling hand moving to cover herself down below*

"...I... see..."

*looking right at the swordswoman's plump ass exposed in front of her*

"Damn, you need some sun."

*trying to stay stoic as she picks up her dropped garments, still around her ankles until she drags them back up her long legs, keeping her best stoic face at the elastic of her panties and tights snapping back to her waist*

"I'll... keep that in mind."

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King’s Game: Start!

“C’mon, bitches. Sit down already, getting bored here.”

*setting the cup full of sticks to be drawn in front of her younger sister, sitting down at the table next to her*

“Here’s the sticks, Sis. Twelve plus the King one.”

*stirring the cup she’s picked up with a lazy revolution of her wrist, waiting for the other girls to sit down while she idly waits*

“Hope so, or twelve knees to the baby-maker would be the first thing I’d do to you.”

*sitting down and adjusting her skirt to be between herself and the cushion of the chair, as if her modesty is worth protecting when she’s about to join in the King’s Game*

“At least the boys aren’t here to see us this time...”

“Oh, right. Boys!”

*coming out in a bunnysuit, fishnets and high heels included*

“O-Oh, it’s tighter when w-walking...”

*dressed in a black bunnysuit as well, only bare-legged in contrast to Chihiro coming out before him*

“T-This is a girls’ uniform, i-isn’t it?”

*coming out, surprisingly, in his usual outfit*

“J-Junko said she didn’t have one to fit me...”

*wishing that the boy hadn’t come out at all*

“...this is... unfortunate.”

“They’ll be serving our drinks while we play, bee-tee-dubs.”

“Can we just draw already?”

“Honestly, if you’re going to drag all of us here for this, we might as well be quick about it.”

*setting the cup back down and ushering everyone to reach in for a stick, her own red-nailed hand doing the same*

“Now you dweebs are speaking my language.”

“...and draw!”

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Next Event! King’s Game!

The current asks in the inbox will be frozen for now, to allow for the next blogwide event, which will be... the King’s Game!

How it works:

The players will draw sticks with numbers on them every 1 to 3 asks. One will be the “King” and the rest of the players will have a stick with a number on it. That will be their number for the round. For the sake of the game, I will not be revealing those numbers to those sending in asks. 

So instead, you can send in asks like “7, give 8 an atomic wedgie.” as if you were the King giving out orders to the players. There will be 12 players in each “round”, so please only send in numbers 1-12 or your ask will be incompletable.

All of the female characters from the blog will be participating, including Yukizome, but they will not be playing all at once and the players will be cycling with each redraw.

Rules:

-No more than 3 numbers can be in an ask

-You can only refer to players by their numbers

-No asks that would keep the player from playing a consecutive round of the game

-All of the blog’s usual rules still apply when it comes to content.

-You can include other characters from the blog in the ask, but they must be receiver of the action; you cannot order or “let X do” to a person not specified by number.

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Additionally, if you’d like to send in non-event asks now and during the event, feel free to do so; they’ll be answered after the event’s completion.

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What did Syo do once she found out that Chihiro was a boy?

"Nothing thankfully, though I had to convince her not to..."

"Rest in peace, my strawberry undies..."

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Has Mikan ever managed to humiliate anyone or is she just stuck at the bottom of the food chain?

"W-Well..."

"...eh-hehe..."

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If it were anyone else other than Junko, I'd say give her a swirlie since she doesn't like her hair getting put in toilet water, but since it's Junko, I'm pretty sure she'd make you attend Hope's Peak nude for the next year if you even thought about it.

"That'd be the least of what I do."

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Mikan, just asking. What sort of gag, do you think, would fit Hiyoko the best? I suggest a cute little ballgag with an orange (like her kimono) ball held in place by green (like her obi) straps.

"Um, w-well..."

"G-Gagging her with her own undergarments would be the best... s-so she learns her l-lesson about her... hygiene..."

"You're going to regret ever buying underwear when I'm done with you today."