“There, all clean!”
Aijou Miyuki sighed and pulled herself to her feet, grinning. With her hand she wiped away the lingering sweat of exertion on her forehead and then hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her blue jeans. The rag she held was slightly dirty, but everything around her sparkled from its fresh cleaning. “Wow, cleaning the house was easier than I thought it would be. And no weird things happened. Here I thought a crazy maid or something would jump out of the detergent!” Her laugh was slightly demented.
The clock on the bookshelf ticked. “All right! Just in time for my game show!” she said excitedly.
She hurried upstairs to her bedroom, where she changed into her school uniform, which she usually wore around the house anyway. The soft bed was very welcoming after hours of work on her aching muscles. Satisfied, she pressed a button on her remote control and turned on the television.
Bright lights and flashy colors nearly exploded from the screen, a typical opening to Miyuki’s favorite game show, “Humiliation no Douro.” The cute, peppy host of the show, Kuri-chan, bounced into view in her customary attire of a pink leotard, white suede boots, and flowing red cape. As usual her rosy cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her carefully styled blonde hair bounced with her every step.
“Hiiiiiiii, everyone!” Kuri-chan greeted enthusiastically. “Welcome to ‘Humiliation no Douro!’ Is everyone ready for another healthy round of contestant degradation?”
The audience equaled her exuberance with their wild cheering. This spurred her on and she started to hop from one foot to another. “Do you know what’s special about today’s episode of ‘Humiliation no Douro?’” she quizzed them breathlessly. “No? Well then, I’ll tell you! Today we’re bringing in a super special guest contestant from the audience!”
“Oh, cool!” Miyuki leaned forward, entranced.
“I’m about to introduce you to a very lucky young lady!” Kuri-chan bounded up to the camera, her eyes shining. “Are you ready, Aijou Miyuki-chan?”
“HA!?” Miyuki choked.
“No time to waste!” Kuri-chan’s face pushed itself through the television screen, along with her shoulders, arms, and torso. She reached forward, grabbed fistfuls of Miyuki’s shirt, and yanked the terrified high school girl with her through the television.
Miyuki’s screams of protest were blatantly ignored. There was an odd sensation of being covered in fuzz, and suddenly she tumbled out onto the familiar stage set of “Humiliation no Douro.” Her eyes went wide and she began to sweat. “Not again!” she moaned. “It never ends!”
She was given no time to lament, as Kuri-chan jerked her to her feet and wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulders. “Aijou Miyuki-chan, our guest from the audience, is sixteen years old, a first year at Tohama Koutougakkou! Isn’t she just TOO cute? I wonder what color panties she wears!”
“Say what!” Miyuki shrieked when Kuri-chan lifted up her skirt and bent down to get a closer look. “Hey, stop that!”
Howls of appreciation echoed from the audience. Miyuki quickly pulled herself out of Kuri-chan’s grip, very embarrassed. “What the hell did I ever do to deserve this!?”
“All right, Miyuki-chan, let’s meet your fellow contestants!” Kuri-chan snaked her arm around Miyuki’s own and dragged the vehemently reluctant girl to the contestant seats, where her companions must await. “Ta-da!”
“Oh gods . . .” Miyuki moaned.
The first was a brunette in a police uniform with a very short skirt. She had a large bust and hips and Miyuki had the feeling that this woman would accuse her of any crime, no matter how remote, if just get a look at her undies. The policewoman raised an eyebrow and smiled a terrifyingly sensuous smile, and her eyes lit up considerably at the sight of Miyuki. She fingered her truncheon lovingly and passed the schoolgirl a look that clearly read, “I’ll be dealing with YOU later.”
Seated next to her was a dark haired young woman with skin so pale it was very nearly white, and though ashen it was beautiful, like ivory polished with moonlight. Her irises were crimson, the exact same shade of crimson her lips were delicately painted in. Her attire was reminiscent of Victorian era England, if the women in that time had all dressed as though they were going to a strip club. Her long, pale fingers were adorned in several rings that were ivory or bone, for they were as white as her skin. She crossed her legs and rested her predatory gaze on Miyuki, not at all in a hurry.
I’m getting a bad feeling about this! Miyuki squeaked as Kuri-chan towed her with surprising strength over to the third chair. “Sit here! That’s Chisa—“ She pointed to the pale woman. “—and that’s Yayoi.” The policewoman.
Maybe she could sneak away from the stage when nobody was looking. Where would she go, though? She’d fallen through the television—she wasn’t bothering to wonder how—so maybe if she just walked up to the camera and . . .and . . .
“Any well-wishings to your opponents, ladies?” Kuri-chan chattered to the contestants.
Yayoi leaned forward. “Don’t cross me. Or do . . .?” she pronounced in a suggestive tone, fiddling with her truncheon.
Chisa tore her gaze away from Miyuki. “I have no doubt that I can take a nice bite out of the competition," she purred, running her pink tongue over her fangs.
Miyuki groaned.
“Aaaaaaaall righty then!” Kuri-chan skipped across the stage. “Before we start the show, I’ll let our contestants know some small details so that they can back out if they want to!”
The looks from the first two made it clear that the odds of such were one to a million on a cold day in hell.
“How many of you have heard of the popular game played among teenage girls in the West—truth or dare? Well, ‘Humiliation no Douro’ is sorta like that! Here’s how it works: we get to ask one of the contestants a potentially embarrassing personal question. If they don’t want to answer it, they have to take whatever whacky dare we throw their way! During the second half of the show, we’ll quiz them on how much they’ve learned about their competitors, and if they answer a question wrong, the contestant whom that question was about designates one zany dare! And the theme of humiliation for today’s show is . . .” Kuri-chan glanced at a small white card in her hand. “Stripping! Ooooh! Which one of our contestants will be the first to bear all?”
Very animated cheers rose up from the eager audience. Miyuki shrank down in her seat, suddenly a hell of a lot more nervous that before if such a thing was possible. She should have guessed.
“Fiiiiiirst question!” Kuri-chan patted her hair, which had come slightly undone during all her leaping about. “For Miyuki-chan!” she giggled. “What . . .is your phone number?”
“Huh!? You expect me to tell you that!? You’re crazy!” Miyuki shrieked.
“That’s from our camerawoman, Shimako, not me!” The host pointed at a skimpily dressed woman by one of the cameras. The woman waved and grinned. “Not that I would mind it!” Kuri-chan winked at Miyuki.
“No!”
“Strip!” someone in the audience screamed. A burst of laughter raged from around them.
“Here you go, Miyuki-chan!” Kuri-chan returned suddenly from aside, bounding over to the contestants with a small bundle in her arms. “This is your first step on the road of humiliation! Congratulations!”
She presented Miyuki with a lacy set of pink lingerie. The audience hooted and screamed like a colony of howler monkeys. Several wolf-whistles echoed in the room aside loudly shouted lewd comments. Miyuki blushed furiously. “No way I’m putting that getup on! No wa—kyaaaa!”
Kuri-chan tackled her, bringing both girls crashing into the stage floor. “This must go! Say goodbye to this!” Miyuki’s clothes flew through the air. A random audience member caught her skirt and screamed with delight.
“Kyahahaaaaa!” Miyuki tried desperately to cover herself up with her arms when she was released. Oddly enough, the lingerie enhanced the high school girl’s allure. Her face and neck bright crimson, Miyuki retrieved her shirt. This sucks! I’m only a high school girl! I don’t even have a boyfriend yet, and here I am in lingerie. Gods, I look like a slut! Why, why, why do these things happen to me!?
“Oooh, how cute!” Kuri-chan squeaked. “I could eat you up!”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Chisa purred lowly.
Miyuki broke out in a fit of sweat.
“Miyuki-chan!”
“Eeeeeh!? Itai!”
Miyuki bumped her head on the television, gaining nothing but a swelling bump on her forehead. Her mother stared in confusion at the stooped girl. “You all finished? Don’t forget about the bathroom.”
“What? Oh, uh, right.” Miyuki glanced at the television quickly before watching her mother leave. “It was another dream! Thank gods! I’m not wearing lingerie, either!” She sighed in happy relief.
She turned and came face to face with a girl half in and half out of the television.
“Hiya, Miyuki-chan! Ready to play?"
~Neverend~