“You lose Aoba! Take it off!” Mizuki laughed as Aoba grudgingly removed his t-shirt. The six of you were sat in a loose circle, each missing a few items of clothing. You included. The jacket you had come with was long gone, alongside socks and the bracelets you had bragged were counted as clothing. Aoba was down to only his trousers, Koujaku still draped in his kimono, shoes and arm wraps.  Clear was only missing his shoes, whereas Mizuki was already down to his boxers; Noiz however, had lost nothing. There were beer bottles littering the floor, and each of you were well and truly hammered.

“Okay next hand,” Koujaku announced, throwing his cards down onto the floor. Aoba threw his own down with a confident grin, which was wiped off when Clear placed his down carefully in the middle. Mizuki dropped his and returned to the bar, serving another round of drinks. Glancing at Noiz’s cards, you gulped. Your hand was lowest; you would have to take something off. The only things left were your t-shirt, trousers and underwear. Crap. Noiz caught your gaze and grinned, a knowing look in his green orbs. Still holding your gaze, he slowly dropped his cards; agonizingly slowly.

“(name), your turn.” Mizuki said, sharing the fresh drinks around the circle. You threw down your cards, turning a bright shade of red when Koujaku laughed.

“Well, you lost (name). You know the punishment!” You noted each of the boys faces were flushed, even Clears. Whether it was from the alcohol or the heat of the room, you couldn’t tell. You were about to remove your t-shirt with a scowl when Noiz interrupted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take her penalty.” Noiz rose to his feet, shrugging of his hat and shoes. You had established at the start of the game that if you were to take a fellow players penalty, you must remove all clothing except underwear; which effectively meant you had one life before everyone saw your prized possessions.

“What are you doing?” You asked, startled.

“Save the best ‘till last.” He smirked when you blushed even harder. The alcohol seemed to have dramatically altered his attitude, his lone wolf exterior deteriorating with every bottle. He pulled off his t-shirt with a ridiculous amount of dignity, revealing a well toned body underneath. Suddenly you remembered you must be staring at him. Looking around the room, you noticed all the boys were well toned and slightly muscled, as well as good looking. Once again you realized you must be staring, so you began to hastily sort out the next hand of cards.

“Okay then, last round. All or nothing.” Mizuki said, plonking himself down opposite you. There were a few minutes of silence while you all furiously shuffled your cards. Satisfied, you placed your cards face down; it was pretty good hand. Hopefully. Noiz revealed his first, a solid hand; as always. Koujaku and Clears hands were the same, still incredibly good but below Noiz’s. Aoba’s still ranked higher than yours, and Mizuki was no exception. Once again, it was your penalty. Shit. All the boy’s gazes were trained on you, and you felt your stomach flip.

“Don’t look!” You yelled hopelessly, your face turning a bright shade of red that was practically glow-in-the-dark. All or nothing meant everything had to come off. Including underwear. Shit. Ideas rushed through your head; maybe you could just curl up and most things would be covered? Ugh, this was so hopeless.

“Okay okay.  I have an idea.”Mizuki grinned evilly. He gestured for the rest of the boys to gather round, leaving you stranded and confused. They whispered suspiciously together in a huddle, shooting you glances every so often.

“Do you think she’ll do it?” You recognised Aoba’s hurried whisper, and felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. What exactly are they doing?

“She’ll have to.” Koujaku replied, and all the boys nodded in unison. They all turned to you, evil grins in place.

“What? What’s going on?” You asked, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Noiz sniggered, and Mizuki smiled innocently.

“Oh, nothing much...”

“Nothing much my arse!” You huffed as you pulled the long transparent black socks up halfway up your thigh. You observed yourself in the mirror with a startled expression. You wore a tight black costume that hugged your curves, sleek and seductive. A short skirt reached just above your thigh-high socks, and a small crop-top sized bodice that pushed your boobs up seductively. There was a hole in the middle of the bodice, showing a generous portion of your cleavage, additionally, it was tied together with laces in knots; just showing the small of your back. And to top it all off, there was a feline tail and cat-ears to match.

“You done yet? Noiz’s got a boner waiting for you!”

“Shut it Mizuki, or I’ll rip out your tongue.” You imagined the blonde glaring daggers at the tanned boy; who would have just grinned cheekily in reply.

“It’s true.”

“Shut up!”

“Calm down! (name) hurry up or we’ll have to think of another consequence, and I know for a fact this German boy has got a twisted mind!”

“I swear to god Mizuki...”

“All right calm down! I’m coming...” You muttered. Stirring up all the courage and dignity you could muster, you withdrew the velvet curtain and met 5 surprised gazes. Each boy was gobsmacked, every single one of them bright red and transfixed. You lowered your own gaze to the floor, shuffling your feet awkwardly. Koujaku asserted his gaze elsewhere and suddenly raised his arm, shrugging his long sleeves over his face, Clear politely looking the other way with a considerable blush. Noiz just blankly stared, and you were sure there was a slight tint of red on his cheeks; not much could be said for Aoba though, his whole face coloured in a vivid crimson, golden brown eyes swimming with shock. Mizuki, however, brushed off his blush and shrugged as though this kind of thing happened every day.

“Can I take it off now?”

“Nope. No way kitten.” Mizuki grinned. “This is just getting interesting.”

“That is so unfair!” You complained. Mizuki just grinned and poured shots onto a silver tray. Gathering round the bar, each boy, and you, swigged down the shot in one gulp. After a few more rounds you felt your head getting fuzzy, and everything seemed clouded and blurry. Slipping off the stool, you attempted to get your bearings straight.

“(name)? You okay there?” You faintly heard Mizuki’s voice and then your vision went completely black. You felt yourself falling, and someone catching you in their arms. Then... nothing.

The room was black when you opened your eyes, but slowly you adjusted to the dimness of the lighting. Recognizing your surroundings, you realised you were lead on the sofa in ‘Ice Cube’, propped up with a few pillows and a small blanket. With a jolt you realised something else, all the boys were asleep in the same room; their light breathing strangely comforting. Clear was leant against the bar, sleeping upright; Noiz slumped in the jellyfish beanbag, his hair ruffled and spiky. Koujaku was sleeping in the opposite armchair, Mizuki sat on a bar stool and his head on the counter. Aoba had his back to the sofa, his head tilted back and resting on the ridge of the seat. All of them were topless, (with boxers) only Mizuki remained trouser-wearing. Koujaku had his kimono blanketed around him like a duvet; Clear still sported his lime scarf, only now it was curled around his chest.

You throat felt parched, so you tiptoed to the door and eased it open, slipping through. Once in the dark corridor, you were faced with five unidentified doors. There were three on the opposite wall; 1, 3, and 5. 2 was on your left, 4 on your right.

“So which door do I go through?”

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If you want a Lemon scene, you have to pick a door and choose the corresponding chapter. For example; if you choose 2, select the chapter named ‘Door 2 – (characters name)’. Simple. Please enjoy! >///<