Misty grinned, her fingers wiggling playfully as she stared at you. "Well, if you're that ticklish on your sides, I wonder how bad it is here!" she teased, her hands darting toward your armpits.
"WAIT, NO! MISTY, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" you managed to squeal before her fingers made contact. The moment her fingertips wiggled against the sensitive hollows of your underarms, your body jerked violently, and uncontrollable laughter erupted from your lips.
"HAHWHWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH MISTY! NAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" you howled, thrashing from side to side as she expertly wriggled her fingers in circles.
"Oh no, you don't get to escape that easily!" Misty giggled, her face lighting up with mischief. She leaned in closer, one hand scratching gently while the other darted in fast, sending shocks of ticklish sensations through your body.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOO! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT! HAHWHAHAA!" you bellowed, your eyes squeezed shut, tears forming at the corners.
"Aw, you're so ticklish! I wonder if we can make this even worse," Misty mused with a sly grin. She paused just long enough to pull a small paintbrush from her bag.
"Wh-whahahat i-is tha-HAHAAHAHAT?!" you gasped, already trembling.
"Oh, just a little experiment," she said, twirling the brush between her fingers. Without hesitation, she began to drag the soft bristles up and down your armpits, swirling them in torturous patterns.
"AHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT! HAHAWHHAHHAHAHAHA!" you screamed, thrashing helplessly. The brush was unbearable, its soft strokes making your sensitive nerves go haywire.
Misty giggled as she watched your frantic reactions. "You should see your face! You're redder than a Cheri Berry >;3!" she teased, switching between the brush and her fingers to keep you guessing.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHESE! HAHAHAHA MISTY, IHIHIHIHI CAN'T! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" you begged, tears streaming down your face as her relentless assault continued.
"Okay, okay," Misty finally said, pulling back after a few more seconds of torment. She watched as you gasped for air, still giggling weakly. "You might have survived that round, but I’m not done with you yet!"
She twirled the brush teasingly in her fingers, her grin growing wider. "Ready for round two?"
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