Fuuka tried her best to fend off Minako's assault, swatting away the other girl's hands as they grabbed onto her uniform, but Fuuka's defenses were wearing down fast. Fuuka wanted to run away, but was afraid that Minako would simply catch up to her from behind, where she would be completely unable to defend herself. As Fuuka frantically struggled to think up an escape plan, her concentration was broken as Minako stopped grabbing at her clothes and wrapped Fuuka in a full-body hold.
"Minako-chan!" Fuuka gasped.
"Sorry Fuuka-chan," Minako replied. "But we can't keep doing this all day, lunch will end soon!" With a squat of her knees and a grunt of effort, she hoisted Fuuka into the air and slammed her down on the ground, knocking the wind out of the frail girl and pinning her firmly on her back.
Feeling as though she had just been hit by a truck, Fuuka was only able to manage slight breaths, unable to resist any further as Minako went to work. While she couldn't feel her limbs at the moment, she was still able to feel embarrassment quite strongly. She felt warmth and red slowly pool in her cheeks, her remaining attention fully focused on Minako's nude form pinning her down with her hips, leaning in back and forth as she worked to remove Fuuka's clothes.
With the same speed Minako had done on her own uniform, it was a matter of moments before Fuuka was stripped bare, still flat on the ground. "Fuuka-chan," Minako called invitingly, standing up and giving Fuuka some space. "Fuuka-chan. Wakey-wakey."
"Ugh..." Fuuka groaned, finally recovering from the impact and moving to a reclining position. Gathering her bearings, she turned from Minako, still standing tall and proud without a shred of modesty, to their clothes, piled off in a heap at Minako's feet, to finally her own body. Looking down, from her bare breasts to her dainty toes winking in the noonday sun, any hopes that the past 15 minutes were just an extremely vivid nightmare went up in smoke.
"Ah-Wahhhh!" Fuuka broke down crying, curling forwards into a fetal position.
"Hey, hey, Fuuka-chan!" Minako rushed over to the crying girl's side. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Fuuka replied, almost choking out the words. "What's wrong? Everything, that's what!" she wailed, continuing to sob into her knees.
"Fuuka..." Minako said thoughtfully. "I know what will cheer you up, come on," she knelt down and grabbed Fuuka's arms, lifting the girl to her feet in one quick motion.
"Uh?" Fuuka gasped, nearly falling over if not for Minako holding her hands. After a moment, she wrenched her arms free with a squeak and covered her intimate areas as best she could, looking around for her clothes.
"It's just us girls, right now," Minako said, attempting to cheer Fuuka up, it seemed, despite sill being completely insane. "How about we just go around the roof for now, so that we can get used to it?" She extended her hand to the quivering girl.
Fuuka could hardly believe anything right now, with what was happening happening much too quickly. Bewildered and embarrassed, she took Minako's hand before she could think.
"All right, around the roof we go!" Minako cheered, tugging Fuuka along in a little jog. Stumbling a bit from the sudden tug, Fuuka soon matched her pace as they ran along the border of the roof. She tried to cover her breasts with her free arm at first, but whether it was due to the cool, yet inviting feeling of the midday breeze, the infectious cheer and goodwill Minako seemed to exude, or just good old-fashioned peer pressure, Fuuka soon found herself running naturally alongside Minako, neither covering up nor being held by the hand. Minako shot her a broad grin, which Fuuka reflexively returned.
After the pair finished their fourth lap around the roof, Minako turned to Fuuka and said, "Wow, that was amazing, better than I thought it would be! Don't you agree, Fuuka-chan?"
"W-well," Fuuka said, blushing, but unable to suppress a slight smile. "It was very... liberating, I have to give it that much."
"Oh, Fuuka-chan, I knew you would understand!" Minako grabbed the girl in a big hug, not to piledrive her this time, fortunately. "That feeling is the best, isn't it?"
Fuuka returned the hug, but still felt a bit awkward. Minako was always quite friendly, but under the influence of this stew she was something else, that's for sure. "I may actually be starting to get used to this..." she mumbled, in concern to Minako's state, of course.
"Really? Then let's take it to the next level!" Minako abruptly broke off the hug and dashed to their piles of clothing.
"Wait... it? Next level?" Fuuka spoke, confused. However, as she saw Minako gather up their clothes into one big bundle and walk to the edge of the railing, her jaw dropped in horror and realization. "No! Minako-chan, stop!" she cried out, rushing over to her.
"And... fly!" Minako cheered as she tossed their clothes, their only chance at preserving decency, over the fence and off the school roof.
Fuuka slammed into the fence, desperately extending her arm through the gap. It was all in vain, of course, as the garments were already out of reach, falling down into the center of the school courtyard and landing at the foot of the old persimmon tree.
"Direct hit!" Minako yelled, pumping her fist into the air as if in victory.
"Minako-chan..." Fuuka spoke gloomily. "Our clothes... Why?"
"So that we don't have to walk all the way up here for them after we make it to the tree, of course!" Minako said with a wink. "You didn't think I'd make us risk being seen naked twice, did you? Besides, you said you were getting used to being naked by yourself, so after that the only way to get that perfect feeling again is to increase the risk."
"I was talking about your reckless new personality!" Fuuka almost screamed.
"What?" Minako asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I'm completely fine. And besides, I'm not reckless, I saved us our shoes and socks!" she smiled manically, holding Fuuka's footwear in front of her.
Fuuka was dumbstruck. "Why, out of all our clothes, did you choose to save only those that don't cover anything?" she asked.
"Thanks to our practice run, I found that it was too uncomfortable running around without footwear. It's a good thing we did that practice, or we would look really stupid."
Fuuka couldn't find anything to say to that. Minako was too far gone to reason with. With their clothes abandoned in the courtyard and only 25 minutes of lunch left, the only way out of this was to indulge her crazy friend and go streaking through the school. "If I get out of this alive, I am burning that recipe," she thought to herself as she put her shoes and socks on.
"No need to look so glum," said Minako, bouncing about from foot to foot. "Tell you what, I'll let you choose our route! We can get through the courtyard from the staircase on the other side of this wing, so we just need to decide on whether we go through the second floor or the first floor."
Both options were choices Fuuka would rather not take. The second floor held the majority of classrooms, and by this time students would be heading back to class from their meals, filling with more students the longer it took, or, even worse, a teacher! As for the first floor, there would be less people, so long as they stayed away from the main entrance. There was no way Fuuka would go near the main entrance in this state, but that meant the only acceptable first floor route would take them around the gym and practice building. Either path spelled disaster, not to mention whether or not anyone was already in the courtyard to begin with! Did Minako want them to get seen when she threw their clothes away!?
She struggled to decide which route would be the lesser of two evils...
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