Wet Boxers Competition

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 Do you feel a draft? An uncomfortably intimate draft? If not, you must be female. Otherwise, you're probably standing on the heated stage in the middle of the Mall, with warm buckets of water balanced precariously overhead. There are signs everywhere, but just in case anyone happens to miss the group of men dressed only in their boxers on stage, a

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This is incredibly surreal, especially while high. Akihiko's blushing profusely enough that his entire body is rendered a peculiar shade of pink, and he throws his body from side to side in some effort to escape the temporary binding spell.

"...Bullshit! My stuff is for arranged events only! And with only one lady!" Although he wouldn't say no to two.

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*Shura is not giggling. Not at all. She's not hiding her face behind her judging board either.*

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Akihiko whips his head around to stare at her, for once keeping his eyes firmly on hers. He pulls a weird face, shuffling uncomfortably on the spot and turning his head away.

"C-couldn't you wear a shirt to this competition?" She's making this harder than it should be. In public.

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*She looks up at him, regaining her composure.* That bad?

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"Yes!" He answers, frantically trying to reach his crotch. The Mall isn't even allowing him the chance conceal himself with his hands, and even if this is a competition he doesn't want everybody staring at his half naked aroused body.

"You like girls, you should get it!"

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I... don't? I mean... what do you mean by that?

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"I mean!" He stops short, practically panting for breath. Thinking un-sexy thoughts is only just helping, even when the horrifying mental imaged involves Ikutsuki and whipped cream.

"I mean your tits are gonna make me hard up here!"

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... *Shura still doesn't see what that has to do with her liking girls, but she leaves the contest, coming back later wearing a think, pink woollen sweater (and a bra).* How's this?

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Akihiko smiles genuinely when she returns, feeling the panic die down in his stomach.

"Oh, thank you, Shura." He breathes, calming his body down. "I woulda looked like such pervert."

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But you would have looked bigger! *She chuckles.*

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Oh, a cute girl. That momentarily distracts Akihiko from his undressed state, and he waves to her uncertainly.

"H-hey. Uh...do y-"

'Some girls like them bad and hopeless, and that's what we have for you tonight! He can take a hit, throw a few hits, and take a few more hits in powdered form all before doing it again!'

*WHOOSH!*