Ryuki leaned against the chipped wall.
Yui's black ponytails hung loose, framing her flushed face, her violet eyes darting—nervous. His jeans strained tight. *How far can I push this?* he thought, sizing her up—blue top clinging to her tits, skirt teasing her thighs, that shy-hot vibe begging him to take charge.
Stripping—yeah.
"How about you take off your clothes for starters?" he said.
Yui's fingers twisted together, her breath catching. She'd been waiting, tense, for his first order—and this hit her like a slap.
*Strip? Already?*
Her mind spun, a shy flush creeping up her neck. She wasn't bold—could barely chat with friends, let alone bare it all for a stranger. Ayumi's push had landed her here—"Sign it, Yui, it'll be fun"—and now the contract's ink trapped her. Break it, and everything—cash, clothes, her damn phone—went to Ryuki. *Fuck, I'm screwed,* she thought, dread and a twisted thrill warring inside her.
Her body moved slow, hesitant grace in every twitch. She stood, hands trembling as they grabbed the hem of her sleeveless blue top. *Don't wanna—don't wanna—but I have to,* screamed in her skull, her cheeks burning red. She peeled it up, fabric dragging over her skin, revealing a tight white tank underneath—thin, clinging, hinting at the swell beneath. A shaky breath, then she yanked the tank off too, tossing it aside. Her creamy stomach glowed in the faint light, her navel a delicate dip, her white bra barely holding her full, heavy breasts—curves spilling over the edges, begging to be free.
Ryuki's eyes widened, his throat dry. *Damn, she's stacked.* She freed her hair, as it fell in messy waves, framing her flushed face, her bra and skirt all that stood between him and more. "Keep going," he said.
Yui's hands shook as she unzipped her skirt, letting it drop, revealing black shorts underneath—snug, hugging her hips, her thighs thick and smooth.
*Oh god, he's watching—staring,* pulsed in her head, shame flooding her, but that thrill—fuck, it was there, coiling hot in her belly. She paused, fingers hovering, then shed the shorts too, kicking them away. Just her white bra and panties now—simple, stark against her pale skin, her curves laid bare, vulnerable.
"Take off those too," Ryuki said, leaning forward, his grin sharpening. *Master of her life—shit, I could do this forever, not just two days.* The contract gave him her strings, and he'd pull till she snapped—or begged.
Yui's face blazed, a red tide swallowing her pale cheeks. *Everything? Naked?* Her hands crept behind her back, fumbling for the bra hook, but she stalled—heart slamming, breath short. *First time someday other than Mom going to see me like this.* She didn't want it, not really—hated the idea of his eyes raking her bare—but the order, the force of it, lit her up, a sick buzz under her skin. *I can't say no—won't.*
"You know," Ryuki said, pulling the contract from his pocket, waving it slow, "all your money, your house, everything's mine if you don't." His voice was calm.
Her face paled, eyes widening. *Fuck—why'd I sign?* Regret crashed in—Ayumi's voice in her ear, "It's just a game, trust me"—forcing her pen to that paper. No choice now, no out. She took a deep breath, chest heaving, and unhooked her bra. The straps slipped, slow, off her shoulders, her hands clutching the cups tight, shielding her tits from him. *Don't look—please don't,* she begged silently, eyes squeezing shut.
"C'mon," he urged, "Show me."
Her sigh was heavy, defeated, and she let it fall—bra hitting the floor, her arms dropping limp. Creamy white breasts spilled free—large, soft, swaying slightly, dark nipples stark against her pale skin, hard from the cool air or shame or—fuck—something else. *He's staring—I'm hideous,* she thought, self-consciousness clawing her gut, her imperfections screaming in her head.
"Wow…" Ryuki breathed, eyes locked, amazed. "This is new." He'd never seen tits like hers—pale as milk, nipples dark as night, a contrast that hit him hard, stirring his dick awake. "That's good—now the panties. Take 'em off."
Yui's cheeks burned hotter, shame a furnace under her skin. *No—no way—everything?* She wanted to bolt, hide, vanish—but the contract loomed, his voice pinned her. *Gotta do it—fuck, I hate this.* Her hands shook, sliding to her waistband, peeling the white panties down slow—fabric sticking to her damp thighs, her breath a ragged pant. They dropped, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out, naked, exposed—long legs trembling, her ass round and firm, her pussy bare to him.
She froze, arms twitching to cover herself, but stopped—*He'll order me not to.* Her dark bush stood out, untrimmed, wild against her pale skin, and she cringed inside. *It's ugly—messy—he'll hate it.* Distress choked her, her self-esteem crumbling, but that thrill—*He's making me, I'm his*—surged hot, her clit pulsing despite the shame.
Ryuki's jaw dropped, amazement flooding him as he took her in—long, elegant legs, shapely ass, that dark, untamed pussy a shock against her white flesh. *Fuck—she's unreal.* His dick strained harder, a dull ache in his jeans, his mind racing—*What now?* Stripped bare, she was his—hesitant, blushing, perfect. He grinned.