Shizune/Misha - The Most Dangerous Game

“I think you're supposed to king me.”

The girl across from me checks over a small booklet of rules, her short pink hair shifting as she giggles to herself.

“I can never understand how this game works~.” She remarks after fishing a small black disc out of a nearby box, handing it to me rather than placing it on top of the piece in question.

On the edge of the table sits another girl, her head propped up on one arm as she glances across the board, waiting for the moment to begin giving backseat instructions to whoever she wants to win.

The aftermath of a workday with no actual work to be done lays on the desk beside us, stacked in board game boxes nearly a meter high. First it was chinese checkers, then it was monopoly, and then we just kept jumping back and forth, unable to settle on any one thing before getting bored.

Whether it was because we were actually bored or if Shizune was just tired of winning has yet to be seen, however. It's because of her unreal win/loss ratio that the student council president has elected to watch us play, rather than let Misha and I take turns being dominated.

It doesn't take but a few moments to finish up the game after Misha makes her turn, with my piece jumping over her remaining three checkers.

Rather than express any discontent with losing, however, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Jeez~, I thought that was gonna last forever!”

“[You could have finished sooner if you'd just taken the middle piece on turn four.]” Shizune signs, no doubt replaying the game in her head as she sits up in her chair. “[Misha's not very good at this game, you could have taken advantage of that.]”

The silent snicker that follows is enough to interrupt Misha's stretch as she returns with “Hey! Just because I'm not that good at the game doesn't mean you can bully me...”

“[It's not bullying, it's winning.]” She replies, that catlike grin on her lips.

Misha lets out a groan, tired after the past two hours of 'work.' “Why don't we find something we can all play~? Two-person games aren't the only thing we have, you know.”

“Well, we already went through all the three-man games we had, and monopoly takes too long no matter how many people you've got.” I say, shrugging as I get up and begin putting the boxes back into the cupboard they came out of.

Really, the only thing we haven't touched today is the deck of cards, which looks like it's seen more than its far share of use either way. It's only five in the afternoon, though, and there's still another hour where we're 'supposed' to be working on printing handouts for an upcoming student assembly.

In reality, the work is nowhere close to done. We were only just getting everything sorted into piles before deciding that it was time to take a break, and then once we got back with our food we decided to settle down with a board game. Rather, a couple of board games.

“There's always this.” I remark before tossing the small box over to Shizune, who catches it by reflex.

“Ooh, we haven't played cards lately~!” Misha says as she receives the box from her companion. “What do you wanna play?”

Shizune and I both shrug.

“Go fish?” I suggest, which only warrants a negative shake of their heads. 'Speed,' 'war,' and 'egyptian rat trap' all net me the same answers.

The room is left silent for a little while longer before the more energetic of the two makes their decision. “How about poker~?”

Shizune only shakes her head once more, however. “[We don't have anything to bet. There's no point in a game like that without stakes.]”

She does have a point – money is out of the question, and any food we would have had to put up for grabs was taken care of within the past hour. Then again, we could always put clothes on the line, but I doubt we'd ever actually go there.

“Why not play with clothes~?” Misha says, wearing an innocent smile despite suggesting such a thing.

Or maybe we'd actually go there. I get the feeling that she's joking, though.

“I'm not sure if we could even get away with that.” I argue, glancing back and forth between her and Shizune as I wonder just how much of it is kidding around. “There are still plenty of teachers here, you know.”

Shizune shoots me a challenging glance. “[Oh, is that the only reason not to?]”

Well, uh, I'm pretty sure there are plenty of reasons not to. The fact that we'd get caught isn't even the primary issue, there's also the matters relating to the imbalance of males to females.

"[Besides, you're wrong. Most of the teaching staff is already gone, and janitors don't clean this room.]" Shizune argues, clearly seeing a challenge in all of this.

Of course, thinking about it only warrants and even bigger laugh from Misha. “Ooh, you really have to think about it, huh~?”

“Wahaha~, Hicchan is such a pervert~! I bet you're already imagining what it'd be like to win~.” She adds, laughing at my reaction.

It's not that the thought didn't pass through my head, but... “Well that's definitely an issue. Besides, what happens if I wind up winning every hand?"

Shizune gives me one of her silent laughs before perking up in her seat. “[Why not sit down if you're going to boast without even playing? We've got plenty of time before classes lock up.]”

I don't offer any more argument as I take my previous seat, shrinking away under Misha and Shizune's enthusiastic smiles. By all means I should give in to the pressure and back out before anything bad has a chance to happen – but then again, maybe the chance of something happening is why I sat down in the first place.

Honestly, I can't understand why they're so energetic about it. Is it because there's a lot of competition involved in something like this, or is it just because the two of them want to see me lose my shirt? Neither one would surprise me at this point, considering past events.

The three of us silently prepare ourselves as Shizune removes the cards from the box and shuffles them with amazing technique, bridging them without even having to look down. Once everything is settled, she glances back and forth between Misha and I, an anxious grin on her lips.

“So how are we going to do this?” I ask as she deals five cards to each person at the table, at the same time trying to remember the rules to poker. “How are we betting?”

Shizune shrugs. “[Depends on what each article of clothing is worth. Naturally, socks have the lowest value.]”

“Why don't we just lose things in sequence?” I suggest, still confused as to how I've gotten myself into this situation in the first place and not caring about how absurd anything I could say will sound. “It's not like you can put clothes back on once you win, right?”

I mean, really, how would that even work? A shirt is worth two socks? Or would a shirt be worth four socks? Would that mean that if I bet my shirt and won, I got both Misha's socks and Shizune's stockings? A worthy prize, certainly.

Misha thinks over it for a moment as she glances over her cards, an action which might actually be against the rules seeing as how Shizune hasn't looked at her own hand.

“Wahaha~! Of course you can't get your clothes back. That gets rid of some of the fun~.” She says, her anxious voice almost reaching a yell. “I think socks should come first, unless you want to start with neckties~?”

So I guess it would follow natural progression, then. Socks, ties, shirts, pants...

“Don't you think this is a little unfair?” I comment, trying not to bring my attention to their chests.

Misha sets her cards down in order to translate for Shizune, neither of which want to understand what I mean. “What do you mean, Hicchan~?”

“You know what I mean.” I say, resisting the urge to pick up my cards and just figure things out as we go along.

Misha and Shizune both shake their heads, at the same time unable to hide their playful smiles. “Mmm, I'm not so sure, Hicchan. You might have to spell it out for us~.”

“You have more to bet than I do.” I groan, pointing to my own chest as I try to get the accompanying thoughts out of my mind.

The two of them share a theatrical smirk before glancing back at me, Shizune's hands shifting back and forth as she signs “[well, that sounds like a personal problem if I've ever heard one.]”

And then, before I can offer any more argument, I'm met with “[just sit down and play the game.]”

I let out a sigh and finally pick up my cards, my heart beginning beat a little bit harder as the stakes of our game hang in the back of my mind.

4, 6, 6, 9, J. That's my first hand. Hardly anything to brag about, but I suppose it could be worse – I've got a single pair, at least.

There aren't multiple phases of betting since we're just going off of who loses each round, so it's just a matter of trading our cards out at this point. First turn goes to Misha, who decides to keep her first hand, as does Shizune. Not wanting to go against the flow, I decide to do the same, regardless of how bad my hand actually is.

“[First win.]” Shizune signs with triumph as she lays her cards on the table, a hand which easily trumps both Misha's and my own – if it's any consolation, I had a better hand than Misha.

It's assumed that shoes don't count in our game, seeing as how the two of them have already removed theirs. I'm able to catch a quick glimpse at Misha's bare foot, however, as she bends over and peels her left sock off before giving me an expectant gaze.

As soon as I've completed the act, Shizune collects our cards, shuffles them in a matter of seconds, and then deals another five cards to each person. "[Let's see if you can get your head in the game this time.]"

"I'd worry more about yourself than about me." I retort, unable to keep from smiling as I look at my hand.

8, 8, 8, J, Q. Much better than what I had last time. So much better than what I had. I'm not quite sure what three of a kind beats, but I've got a bit more luck on my side this time.

A dynamic that doesn't seem to favor either of them, seeing as how five cards are thrown back into the deck between the pair. Just to play it safe, I match the action and put the jack and queen back into the stack. My two replacement cards wind up being equally as irrelevant; a four and an ace.

Our gazes meet as we place our hands on the table, a pang of relief washing through my chest as I realize that it's my win, compared to Shizune's one pair and Misha's mixture of high cards without any real pattern.

"Aww~, couldn't get that one either." Misha groans as she pushes her cards into the center of the table.

I'm filled with satisfaction as Misha removes her other sock and tosses it to the side, commenting on how cold the floor is with a giggle as she shifts around in her seat. Shizune matches the action, although it's a bit more enticing to watch on her end as her hands glide down her leg, removing the navy-blue stocking along the way.

It's at this point that I realize something – I've never seen Shizune's bare legs.

“[What are you looking at?]” She asks as she scoots back under the table, trying to get her legs out of my line of sight.

Misha merely smiles and adds to the fire. "Obviously he's looking at your legs, Shicchan~."

Shizune doesn't offer a retort as she rushes us to the next round, doling out a new hand with so much fervor that she nearly tosses my cards off the table.

Although with what I get, I may as well just throw them off the table. 3, 5, 8, 9, K.

There's nothing I can do with this, and my disappointment is only made worse as Shizune gives one look to her hand and slaps it on the table face down, doing nothing at all to hide the premature triumph on her expression.

"[Hurry up, let's get this over with.]" Shizune taunts, shooting a challenging glare at me. "[Before I start guessing at what you've got, at least.]"

At the very least Misha seems just as troubled as me, throwing three cards into the pile and then groaning as the draws the next three.

I place the 3, 5, and 8 on the discard pile and draw three more cards, frowning at the two 2s and one 7 that appear in my hand.

Naturally, Shizune is the winner. And by a large margin, too – she has a full house.

Misha begins to look a little anxious as she undoes her necktie and sets it aside, a bubbly giggle escaping her lips as she catches me looking and proceeds to loosen the top button of her blouse. “What's the matter, Hicchan~? We're just getting started.”

Thankfully I'm not in dead last, seeing as how I'm just now losing my other sock. To drive the point home, I look Misha in the eye and adjust my tie, feeling a bit more competitive each time I glance under the table to see Shizune's bare calf.

Something is going to happen before we get that far. That's no reason not to try though, right?

Another round, another five cards. 4, 6, 9, J, Q.

I almost have a straight, I think. The tension in the air rises as we each try to set up for a win. Without a second thought I toss my 4 and 6 into the pile and draw two cards to replace them, feeling my heart jump a little as I put them into my hand – an 8 and a 10. Perfect.

With only round of betting, I don't feel much of a need to hide my reaction. Shizune's competitive streak flares up as soon as she meets my gaze, although Misha seems more concerned with not losing any more clothes at this point.

We all set our cards down at the same time and I lay back in the chair, confident that I-

“Wahaha~! You both had such good hands too~!” Misha laughs, crossing her arms and beaming with success as we each look at her cards in disbelief.

She got four aces, which I'm pretty sure is one of the best hands you can get. My defeat is made much more sour by the fact that Shizune had five cards of the same suit – a 'flush' I think?

Brushing up on poker terms is the last of my worries as Misha glances between us with anticipation, trying to keep from bursting out in another round of 'wahaha~'s as both Shizune and I remove our ties.

Unlike her companion, however, Shizune leaves her shirt buttoned up. I guess as far as something like this goes, showing more skin only means that you're losing. Even though this game is mostly luck-based, however, she seems to be enjoying herself. No doubt that small portion of skill required is what keeps her interested.

As we draw our next hands, I begin to wonder what's keeping Misha interested. Whereas Shizune is in it for the competition and I'm in it because strip poker with two girls was too good to pass up, Misha seems to be just fine with having a good time.

Unless she's trying to get my pants off. Shizune doesn't seem to have any objections against the possibility, however.

I pick my cards up and attempt to maintain a facade of confidence despite the fact that my hand is a joke. Of course, Shizune can't help but call me on it as she sets her hand down in her lap, content that she's sticking with it.

“[What's the matter, nothing good?]” She prods with a grin.

A, 4, 7, 9, J. They're not even the same suits – of course it's nothing good.

“Mmm, I don't think this is a good turn for me either.” Misha says with a worried tone, her amber eyes glancing back and forth across her hand as she tries to make a decision.

She tosses two cards back onto the table and replaces them in her hand, still a little downcast as she sets her hand down. Shizune, as I expected, holds onto her current draw, motioning for me to get around to the fun part.

“How many cards can you throw back in?” I ask, glaring holes in my cards as I try to pick out which ones are the most worthless.

Misha translates my statement by habit, returning with “Shicchan says you can only discard three, unless you have an ace.”

“What do I get if I have an ace?” I return, deciding that there's no point in hiding a hand with as little potential as this one.

“[Then you can discard four.]” Shizune signs, trying not to seem impatient despite shifting back and forth in her seat. “[You have to show us the ace though.]”

Without a second thought, I set the ace of clubs face-up on the table and toss my other four cards into the discard pile, filling my hand back up with a 9, a 4, a King, and a 3, all of the same suit as the ace I had.

Peeeeerfect. It wouldn't surprise me if Shizune set down a full house or if Misha has been faking and somehow has a hand of four queens, but it's definitely better than what I had. With thoughts of what is at stake with my win, I sit at the edge of my seat and wait for things to continue, the suspense making my chest beat with fury.

Shizune meets my ecstatic reaction with a challenging grin. “[Do you need some time to prepare or can we get on with this?]”

Before I can answer, however, we're interrupted by a knock on the door.

Despite her previous uncertainty about the next turn, Misha lets out an “awwww~” as I stand up to answer the door, leaving my cards face-down on the table.

There shouldn't be too much trouble. I mean, the only things we've lost so far are socks and neckties – even if it's someone who knows Shizune and has never seen her without stockings either, it shouldn't be that suspicious.

It turns out to be Yuuko at the door, a messenger bag slung around her shoulder as she gets ready to leave for the day.

“Ah, are you all still working?!” She says before I even get the chance to greet her, not that it would have been received under Misha's calling out from behind me.

I glance back to make sure that no work has sneaked up behind us before answering with “we're just hanging out at this point, playing some games before we have to lock up. What's up?”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “I'm the last person leaving today so I wanted to make sure to tell you to lock up on the way out.”

That's generally what happens on our workdays – Shizune's been trusted with the keys to the student council room and the main doors lock behind us, so there's not much hassle with these things. “You don't have to worry about us, Yuuko.”

“I'm just checking on you before I head home for the night.” She says with a smile, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. “What are you three up to, anyway?”

It's at this point that Misha decides to take over, yelling from the other side of the room. “Just playing some cards~. Do you want to join in?”

It takes everything I have not to jerk back in surprise, only hoping that Yuuko decides to carry on with her duties, whatever they may be. Shizune's reaction is also a little surprised as well, although she doesn't say anything in opposition, sitting there with her arms cross and her foot tapping in impatience.

Not a word comes out of my mouth as Yuuko thinks on it, going over her schedule for the night. “I, uh, hmmm... I'm not sure. I don't have any plans for tonight, but I don't want to intrude on you. I'm also not very well-versed in card games, I mean I'm not saying I'm completely ignorant of it but...”

“You can join us if you want~.” Misha repeats, an innocent smile on her lips as if she found nothing wrong with what she, and by extension, we were doing.

My heart throbs as Yuuko thinks it over once more, my shoulders dropping as Yuuko nods and agrees to join us, “but only for one game.”

Alright, so... I guess we just keep playing, then? Are we going to drop the stripping gimmick and find something else to bet with, or...?

What's the alternative? Would Yuuko even be alright with playing a game like that? I get the feeling that she wouldn't tell anyone if we did follow through on it, but what happens if she decides that she wants to be a part of the game? I mean, she's wearing a thick dress. Once her socks come off, she's in her underwear the second she loses.

Or, rather, once she loses; the dress goes – she's wearing sandals. Which she decides to kick off before sitting down in the chair I pull up for her.

She pays no mind to the three neckties and pairs of socks laying around on the floor, instead sitting up and smiling as we all shuffle ours hands back into the deck. A rather cheap thing, if you ask me; I was pretty confident that I'd win that round.

“Alright, so do I have to bet anything or are we just playing for fun?” Yuuko asks as Shizune deals each of us a pile of five cards.

I leave the explanation to Misha, who does a rather dishonest job of it. “We're playing for fun~, since we don't have any food and gambling with money is against school rules.”

“So no bets?” Yuuko repeats, eyeballing her face-down cards with anticipation.

Shizune shrugs at me before smiling as her gaze flares back up, eager to take on the new opponent. I elect that there's no point in blowing everything out of proportion and return the gesture – whatever happens happens, I suppose.

“We're still betting~.” Misha explains as she picks up her cards. “You'll see what happens when we finish the round, wahaha~.”

The fact that Shizune was alright with letting Yuuko into the game means that she's fine with me seeing not only her best friend in her underwear, but the librarian too. I feel like I should be the one to bring this up or object, I can't find any room to express such a thing.

6, 6, J, J, 4. Everything but the 4 of clubs has me set up for a great hand – even if I can't get another 6 or jack, I still have two pairs, which should be enough to beat everyone else. The fact that there are more players should mean that there's less of a chance of someone getting an amazing hand from the get-go as well.

Not counting the addition of a fourth player, our game continues as normal. Yuuko seems to take it easy on her first hand, either trying to hide the fact that she's never played or that she's actually a master in disguise – either is possible as far as I know. Then again, the kind of poker we're playing is incredibly simplified, so I can't say there's much room for her skill to show through if the latter is true.

This time around, Yuuko is the first to make a decision, even if she decides to keep her hand either way. Misha and Shizune only discard one card, making me wonder if either of them is going for a straight or a full house as well. When the time comes for me to make my move, however, I can't single out whether I want to get rid of the 6 or the 4.

Naturally, trying to take it slow only nets me the benefit of having Shizune tell me to hurry up. Ultimately I just pick the 4 and throw it into the discard pile, my heart doing a backflip as my next card winds up being the jack I was searching for.

"Let's see you beat this one." I jab at Shizune, whose expression doesn't change as she sets down her hand -- two pairs and a seven.

Misha's is a little better, being a 2-6 straight, but it's still not as good as what I've got. Before I can even start counting my victory, however, Yuuko sets down...

“[Beginner's luck.]” Shizune signs, crossing her arms and pouting in disbelief.

Misha's reaction is also one of surprise, a nervous chuckle slipping out between comments of “oh wow” and “wahaha~, Yuuko sure got a good hand, huh?”

10, J, Q, K, A. All in the same suit, and she didn't have to trade any cards, either; that's what she got straight off of the deck. What are the chances of that, again – somewhere between being struck by lightning and winning the lottery?

“Guess we lost, huh~?” Misha smiles as the suspense only picks up. She's quick to recover from the loss, however, as she glances between Shizune and myself, silently letting us know that we're still on.\

I try to avoid eye contact and shut out the confused cries of 'eh?!' as I unbutton my shirt, instead focusing my attention on the other attractions in the room; namely Shizune's shapely bust dressed in red lace and the blue with white polka-dots supporting Misha's heavy-set bosom.

In due time, my shirt lays on the ground just as theirs and my shame vacates the room. Shizune rolls her eyes and gives me a “[Focus on the game, Hisao.]” as I'm unable to keep my gaze from drifting to her bare midsection, while Misha gives me a teasing smile each time she catches my attention focused on her cleavage.

Yuuko, however, seems rather put off by all of this, and I can't even begin to imagine why. I mean, three students at the school she works at just stripped off their shirts; that's totally normal, right?

“W-W-W-What are you doing?!” She finally manages to stutter out after a solid minute of dismayed cries. “I shouldn't be looking a-at this!”

Misha lets out a much bigger laugh this time, her confidence coming back in droves as she gets over the initial embarrassment. “We're just betting with something different, Yuucchan~.”

“[It's not that bad once you get used to it.]” Shizune signs, with Yuuko becoming more taken back as Misha translates. “[High stakes are the best way to play a game anyway. Increased incentive to not lose!]”

Even if she says that, however, I'm still left overly conscious about the massive scar on my chest; especially as Yuuko looks over and begins blushing an even brighter shade of crimson.

“It seemed fun when we started it.” I comment, unsure of how to approach the situation. “It still is, in a way, but I'd understand if you wanted to step out at this point.”

Between all the chatter and confusion, Yuuko seems to be seriously thinking about staying. “W-What do I lose if I don't win the next round?”

“[Progression. The next thing you'd take off. Socks, ties, shirts, skirts, underwear.]” Shizune lists, clearly impatient for the next round.

It's at this point that I become dangerously aware of just what Yuuko's wearing. Besides those sandals, all she has between us and whatever she's wearing underneath is an ankle-length dress, which I'm sure Shizune and Misha would count as one article of clothing.

It would even the playing field, at any rate – provided she decides to risk sticking around for another round.

Yuuko glances between the three of us with uncertainty, looking down at her own clothes every so often. “So if I lose the next round, does that mean I have to take off everything? You mean I don't have to lose multiple times to lose what everyone else here takes off in two? What if I forgot to put on an undershirt today and it'll only be a few losses until I'm totally naked and-”

Before I can attempt to comfort her, however, Misha makes everything clear. “Yep~! The dress counts as one thing~. You can leave right now if you want, we can't force you to play, wahaha~.”

She glances over at me one last time as she mulls over the question, ultimately deciding that she wants to keep playing. “I-I'm not gonna lose so easily, though. I may not be good with sorting books or carrying lots of plates or riding my bike or... lots of other stuff, but I know how to get lucky!”

I'm not left much room to think as the next round is dealt, my focus greatly dampened by the slight jiggle of Shizune's bosom each time she tosses another card out. It doesn't help that Misha takes this time to cool down, pushing out her chest as she stretches her back against the chair.

“I hope I'm not too distracting, Hicchan~.” Misha jabs as she picks up her cards, followed by a silent giggle from Shizune.

“[Maybe you can stop staring long enough to get your head in the game.]” She says, shaking her head as I try to avert my gaze for the hundredth time. “[Knowing you, you're probably thinking of what Yuuko's wearing underneath.]”

“Am not.” I return, toying with my cards as I wait for the response.

She gives me an amused grin. “[You'll have to come up with a better argument than that if you want me to believe you.]”

Rather than risk being accused of staring at Misha instead, I decide to keep my mouth shut, mostly on the grounds that I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to guess at Yuuko's underwear.

Misha smiles at her own hand, Shizune retains that assertive glare, and Yuuko can't stop glancing around the room with caution as she sorts her cards out in her hand, clearly displeased with what she's been dealt.

As am I -- 2, 4, 9, 10, Q. The first three are all spades, but the 10 is a diamond and the queen is a heart. Against my better judgment, I'll throw out the 2 and 4, hoping for a straight or at least a double pair.

Yuuko discards one card, Misha discards three, and Shizune shows an ace before dropping and then drawing four. When the time comes for me to draw, I'm slapped with nothing other than another 9 and a 2 to replace the one I just got rid of, both in unmatching suits.

Knowing full well what the outcome will be, I set my hand down on the table, sighing as Shizune's hand wins with two-pair. This time around I didn't have the first hand; at least not when compared to Misha's mixture of random cards and Yuuko's one-pair.

Yuuko lets out a whimper and begins holding her skirt down, as if resisting the loss. “C-Can we have a rematch?”

“I don't know, can we?” I sign and grumble at the same time, already halfway through unbuckling my belt.

Shizune resists, however. “[I had to take my clothes off, so you do too. High stakes are high stakes.]”

She crosses her arms and sits back, shooting me a look of mixed intimidation and satisfaction as I unbutton my pants and let them drop to the ground, deciding that the embarrassment won't hit me as hard if I just get it over with. At the very least I know that I can't afford to lose another game – all I've got left are my boxers, I don't know what there will be left to bet after that.

Misha shows no reservation about following through with the wager, however. By the time I look over she's already wiggling her hips back and forth as she unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the ground, leaving her in a pair of matching panties. I'm welcomed to the view of her trying to adjust them, hugging the flesh of her hips in all the right ways.

The two of us are already in our underwear by the time Yuuko finally commits to following through, even though it would be just as reasonable to step away from the game at this point. She checks around to see if anyone is looking and, upon finding out that everyone present is doing just that, steels herself as she begins to pull her dress up, bunching it around her waist.

With that done, she clenches her eyes shut in embarrassment before sliding out of it completely, trying to show confidence as she tosses it to the side and sits down in nothing but an emerald green bra and panties adorned with red laces and bows.

For some reason, Misha and Shizune both start clapping, as if cheering her on as the magnitude of what just happened hits her with the force of a sledgehammer.

“P-Please don't stare so hard...” She mutters, trying to hide her chest with both arms as she shies away from all the eyes in the room.

“But you have such a wonderful figure~!” Misha replies, followed by a nod from Shizune. “See, look, Hisao agrees~.”

What Misha is pointing to, however, is not me in general. It's me, but a certain part of me – something that elicits a bellowing laughter from Misha and a mischievous smile from Shizune. Yuuko's reaction is par for the course, however, as she glances over at me, spots a certain something, and immediately tries to cover her eyes.

Although the modesty is lost when she tries to peek between her fingers before going back to covering up her voluptuous chest.

“Alright, so, next round.” I groan, finding it impossible to continue without looking at someone or something inappropriate. For a moment I thought I'd be safe if I just kept my eyes on Shizune, but that's shot down in record time when she retorts with “[don't act all modest now, I saw you trying to get an eyefull of Yuuko.]”

“[To think that my boyfriend could be so shameless for the librarian.]” She adds, covering her mouth in that silent giggle as I decide to just lay my head down on the table.

If there were any way for me to get away without looking at something, it surely escapes me. Just picking my head up from the table will net me a view of both Shizune and Misha's cleavage, which is a thing that isn't exactly hard to miss on either of them.

“I think it's very..." Yuuko trails off, her shyness gradually steaming away as she gets more comfortable with the situation. "You don't have to tease him so much."

On top of that, I'd barely have to turn my head a few degrees to the left to add Yuuko to that list, who, while not quite so 'filled-out' as the two student council girls, still has quite a bit to boast about as well. If I were to scoot back in my chair just a bit, I'd be able to get a good luck at her thighs as well as the red ribbon encircling the elastic of her panties.

No doubt something like that would just cause more problems, though. If it was just me and Shizune, it'd be just fine – throwing Misha into the mix creates a few issues. Throwing Yuuko of all people into the mix practically quadruples that.

“Can we just start the next round already?” I groan as I sit up, scooting my chair in as far as I can to stave off Shizune's curious glances.

For all I know, this may as well be the last round. No matter what happens, at least one girl in here is going to be topless soon, and I might be without any clothes at all. Somehow Shizune has managed to get by without even losing her skirt yet, although I'm sure she'd find some way to dodge around taking off anything more than that.

“Yeah~, let's hurry it up.” Misha responds, grinning that playful grin. “Hisao just can't wait to get his boxers off for us~. Wahaha~!”

I utter a small 'hah' before sitting up, hand perched over the cards I'm dealt. Yuuko's expression becomes a lot more intense as we each pick up our cards, either horrified by what she's drawn or having to make a particularly hard decision on whether to stay or try for something better.

My decision isn't difficult at all, though. 2, 4, 5, 10, 10. I don't know if I'm going to be getting another 10 if I do throw in the other three, but it's certainly better than keeping them.

“Awww, you gotta give me better than thaaaat.” Misha groans as she trades two cards, laying them all face down on the table as she sighs in premature defeat.

Shizune remains silent as she shows an ace and discards four cards, her expression unchanging as she sets her cards down as well.

At last all the attention in the room falls on me as I throw out everything but the two 10s, which may as well be what I'm hinging on at this point. I draw three more cards and...

Oh yes, I've got a good feeling about this. 10, J, and an ace. Three of a kind isn't anything groundbreaking, but at the very least I could get somewhere, especially considering how disappointed Misha was with her hand.

I take one good look at everyone in the room before laying my hand down on the table, face-up. As I was hoping, mine winds up being the best above Shizune's one-pair, Misha's ace, and Yuuko's two-pair.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I slump back in my chair, caring more about the fact that I don't have to end the game totally naked rather than the fact that...

Oh, uh, yeah.

My eyes glance around the room in a mixture of anticipation and guilt as Misha reaches back to undo her bra straps, sticking her tongue out at me as she catches me watching.  Yuuko debates the option in her head while Shizune seems to feel like waiting for the other two to finish.

It takes everything I have not to fix my gaze on Misha's bared chest as the sound of her bra being laid on the table breezes past my ears. I instead focus on Shizune and refuse to look the other way, no matter how many times I'm met with variations of “[I don't care if you look, so long as you don't touch. Pervert.]”

“Wahaha~, Hicchan's trying so hard not to look~.” Misha giggles, clearly finding more amusement than shame in the situation. “If that's the case, then I guess I'll just help Yuucchan out~.”

“Ah, w-what do you mean by- AH-”

For just a moment I allow myself to peep in the other direction, only to find Misha undoing Yuuko's bra for her and laughing as she does so. The smallest glimpse of pink is all it takes for me to break my poor attempts at being gentlemanly as my eyes drink up every last drop of Misha and Yuuko's curves.

Yuuko covers her curvaceous bust with one arm and tries to hold onto her bra with the other, letting out a distressed moan as Misha gushes about how amazing Yuuko's body is.

They're frozen in place, however, as Misha takes notice of Shizune. “What's wrong, Shicchan~? You lost too, you know.”

She gives us a sharp 'hmph' before standing up and toying with the zipper on the side of her skirt. It doesn't take long for her to change her mind, albeit in all the ways I wasn't expecting. The 'click' of her own bra being undone slips through the room and she allows the red, lacy garment to slide down her arms and onto the ground.

“[It's only fair.]” Shizune signs as she sits back down, avoiding eye contact with Misha, who may spring a nosebleed at any moment.

Yuuko continues to struggle against Misha, who has now become frozen in place with both her gaze and my own mesmerized by each jiggle of Shizune's voluminous breast.

Has it gone too far at this point? I don't know. I'm sure you could define sharing a room with three topless girls 'too far,' but I'm a bit too caught up in other matters to care at the moment.

“[Are we playing another game or not?]” Shizune asks, doing nothing to hide her pout as she catches every eye in the room on her exposed chest.

I shrug. As much as I'd love to continue until the very end, I don't want to risk pushing it well beyond the limits of what I've already seen. Besides, topless is a good enough look for Shizune, and I don't know how I'd react if Misha or Yuuko actually got totally naked.

The fact that Yuuko is sitting beside me with her perky bosom out in the open and nothing covering it up is enough of a call back to reality for me. I'm not going to lie and say I don't enjoy the view, especially with Misha pushed up against her back, but I feel like at any time Shizune would be totally justified in finding a blindfold for me. “It was fun while it lasted, but I think we need to stop before it gets too extreme.”

“Awww~, you sure?” Misha says, no longer fondling Yuuko as she sits down and crosses her legs under the table.

“[It would be best to stop here, I think.]” Shizune adds before giving me one last pout. “[The winner here has already been decided, at any rate.]”

I let out a nervous chuckle as the two student council girls get up and begin putting their clothes back on. Not before Yuuko gives one last comment, however.

“I don't mind if y-you want to keep going.”