If asking for help before had seemed a bad idea, it was absolutely beyond consideration by that point. In a mere handful of moments, Ami had rendered herself completely topless, not to mention barefoot. She didn't dare move from her hiding place between the bookshelves, much less show her face!
Except... she still had no clue how to stop herself otherwise. Even as she mentally fumbled for a way to stop her unconscious actions, the sight of her exposed breasts heaving up and down in plain sight was more than enough to intensify her inability to cope with the situation.
"W, without... any... oh no..." Ami was aware of her voice whispering faintly, and she stared down in disbelief to see her own skirt flutter to her ankles, undone... and her fingers hooking into the waistband of her exposed panties. "...n, not that...! No...!" She began to fidget and squirm, frantic to stop herself, but all she managed to do was clench her legs together in a vain attempt to hold her hands back as they drew her underwear down from her hips and rear. "No...!" She gasped and tried to hold her knees against one another, but then...
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