After Laplus Darkness had learned that her supposed senpai in wedgie giving, Tokoyami Towa, was a big, fat fraud, she’d found herself a bit lost as to her next course of action. The demon wanted to be a bully, of course, not a nerd like Towa had turned out to be, but she wasn’t sure how to even begin to go about it.

She’d given her fair share of wedgies so far, of course, but almost all of them had led to her waddling away and picking cotton out of her own teeth. The pressure to figure it out was building, too, since at the end of almost every work day, one of the other members of HoloX (usually Koyori, although every now and then it would be Lui, Chloe, or Iroha) would approach her, their executive, with her panties hooked over her nose, and beg for immediate aid, alongside implying that Laplus was the one who should avenge her. That pressure pill was even harder to swallow when Laplus ended up helping her subordinates with their wedgies and then immediately having to ask for help with her own panty problems (lest she walk home with her underwear tangled in her horns).

She found herself contemplating what she ought to do today as she walked, head down, out of the Hololive office on her way to her favorite lunch place. Someone as affluent as Laplus Darkness could afford the best restaurants even for lunch, so she didn’t have to bring her own from the HoloX headquarters. Although it seemed that a larger chunk of her own budget than usual was spent on replacement underwear these days…

Knowing her path, Laplus wasn’t watching where she was going. Instead, she was reading up on a Quora article about how best to give a wedgie. As usual, she was getting conflicting results. It seemed nobody could agree on the best wedgie-giving technique. Some people suggested pulling hard and fast, others keeping it at a slow creep, and others still hoisting directly from the underwear legholes to get maximum wedge and minimum rip.

Nene

It was really a fruitless endeavor. Ever since Towa had shown herself to be nothing more than a top-of-the-flagpole loser, Laplus didn’t know where to turn for wedgie education. Even cross-analyzing the torments that had assailed her own butt crack, a tactic which she’d had plenty of time to do while dangling by the seat of her undies, didn’t yield any results. All it did was hurt and give her phantom pains of those horrible wedgies. She could almost even hear the lame, girly whimpers and grunts she’d been making while she got her ass flossed.

Wait… she really could hear lame, girly whimpers, and they weren’t in her voice.

Casting her eyes up from her phone, Laplus’ silvery eyebrows climbed when she saw that right in front of her, on the chain link fence that surrounded the back of the office (which she was used to encountering since she always took the back exit to go to lunch), hung two of the company’s usual wedgie victims: Momosuzu Nene and Omaru Polka. Well, neither of them was really a ‘usual victim’ since they were often left out of the butt-splitting that the real usual victims were subject to (and, Laplus realized, if they counted as usual victims, then so did she, and she wasn’t willing to admit that), but they were more often on the receiving end than the giving.

Polka looked particularly peeved to have her undies up her ass, especially since her feet were off the ground. Speaking of her feet, as she clutched at the fence with one hand and waved her other fist angrily, her feet kicked fruitlessly in alternating attempts to shove her body up far enough to relieve her from the discomfort and attempts to reach the ground with her toes, both of which were far out of reach and only made the wedgie worse (Laplus knew from experience how bad kicking made a hanging wedgie chafe). Her fennec tail lashed wildly behind her, sticking out from one leghole of her white briefs with red stitching in their waistband, and her foxy ears were rotated back and pressed against her scalp, compounding the fury of her bared, gritted teeth and scowl. Unlike days when she’d be on camera, she wasn’t wearing her circus outfit, instead donning a cyan hoodie, black short shorts (which did little to hide her butt cheeks with how far wedged they were as well), black tennis shoes with white trim, and a thin, silver necklace, and yet somehow she still ended up looking like a clown (to be fair, it’s hard not to when you’re hanging by your panties).

Nene, on the other hand, was taking her bullying quite well. Perhaps it was just her innate aloof spirit, or maybe it was the chill, ‘go along with it’ attitude that she put so much effort into maintaining, both on and off camera, but she was dangling by the seat of her red fabric, orange band undies with a half-smile and bored eyes that said that while she wasn’t happy to be getting treated like the average high school loser, she wasn’t furious about it either (unlike her fellow loser). Nene was, of course, wearing her usual orangey-yellowy poofy dress, something which she’d adopted in her day-to-day after debuting it as her on-camera costume (in her words, it made her feel ‘magical’). The garment was flipped up in the back to allow for the wedgie to be hooked to the top of the fence, which showed off even more of her rear than Polka’s to whoever was looking from the outside, but the blonde didn’t seem to mind that either. She was used to showing her ass to the world for comedy, and this wasn’t much different. Sometimes it seemed she was an even better clown than Polka. Still, though, her assumed contentedness didn’t mean she wasn’t twitching and whimpering the same as her foxy friend.

Seeing a few losers hanging on the fence wasn’t something Laplus was unused to seeing. Hell, she often was one of those losers (although when she was dangling by her undies, she definitely wasn’t a loser, she just so happened to be lumped in with that crowd because of an unfortunate circumstance that she had no control over–she definitely wasn’t a loser, even when her entire organization was hanging from the fence overnight after being left there at the end of the day, it was all just a coincidence and blah blah blah…). But what was different this time was that the one responsible for those losers’ new occupation, Shishiro Botan, was still there.

It appeared the white lion had just finished hanging up her genmates (with the notable exclusion of Yukihana Lamy, for… reasons that Laplus could speculate wildly on, no doubt), since she was observing her ‘kill’ with a grin on her face and hands on her hips. “Ah, there we go. That’s better, isn’t it? You dorks had gone too long without a good ass flossing.”

“Let me–ow!–DOWN!” Polka seethed, swiping with her hand at Botan like she was trying to scratch the taller woman or, alternately, grab at her. “I’m not a dork!”

Nene raised an eyebrow at her friend. “Um, Polka… where are you right now?”

“Yeah, Omarun,” Botan chimed in with a cheeky grin. “Aren’t you forgetting where you are–or rather where your undies are?”

Polka growled, a guttural, animal growl. “GrrrRRRR YOU PUT ME HERE!” She kicked hard like she was trying to push herself off the fence, only to reach the end of her fabric tether and drop back into the wedgie harness hard. Her eyes crossed, her lips puckered, and the fight drained out of her for a solid few seconds. “O-Owie!” she whimpered.

Even Nene couldn’t resist a little snicker at that. But she quickly turned her attention back to the aggressor and frowned. “It was really mean, Shishiron,” she whined. “What did Nene do to you?”

Botan shrugged, her powerful shoulder muscles flexing beneath her skin, which was bared to the air with the black tank top she wore, which bore her usual three stripes asymmetrically across its chest. Her legs were covered by black tights, which only served to accentuate her figure even more (which the scrawny Laplus definitely wasn’t jealous of), and in conjunction with the rest of her outfit and the ponytail she’d pulled her silver hair into, her white sneakers made it obvious she was planning to do some exercise today, whether that be jogging around town or bouncing some of the usual losers by their undies. “Oh, neither of you did anything. I just saw you two looking so unbelievably dorky and thought, ‘Hey, these two could really use a good wedgie!’”

“I’m not dorky!” Polka protested, her fight renewing.

“I am,” Nene admitted, giving a sheepish grin. “I’m not afraid to admit that. Although…” She cast a rueful glance back at her rear end, which she couldn’t see past her dress, although she could definitely feel. “...why that has to be taken out on my poor tushy doesn’t seem very clear…”

Botan winked at her. “No hard feelings Nene, it’s just the natural course of things. Love you anyway.”

The blonde beamed at that, touched by her friend’s words despite the burning in her butt crack. “Aw, love you too, Shishiron~!”

Polka, however, didn’t agree. “I don’t! Let me down, you jerk! This chafes like a bitch!” She started wiggling again, making her problem even worse once more.

“Mmm, nope!” Botan decided. “I think you need to hang out for a while. At least you can talk with Nene!”

“Then–Then–” The fennec started swiping at the lion again. “Then–ack!–get over here so I can get you back!”

The tall woman smirked, and to Laplus’ surprise, snuck her finger and thumb into the back of her tights to extract the white waistband of her black, Hololive brand thong. She turned her rear end toward Polka and held out the waistband, intentionally giving herself a bit of a wedgie so that the thong would stick out enough to be grabbed like a handle, which gave Polka the perfect chance to give her a real ass-ripper of a revenge wedgie!

…or, it would have, at least. Just as Laplus’ eyes were going wide at how foolish her senior (in company rank, not age) was being, she realized that Botan held her thong just far enough away that no matter how hard Polka tried to grab it, and the fox was trying hard (much to the chagrin of her butt crack), it would be just beyond her fingertips.

“C’mon, get it!” Botan teased, giving her own butt a bit of a smack. “Get me back, Polka! You’ve almost got it!”

“Nngh! Ow! C-C’mon–!” Polka grunted, her snarling interspersed with feminine grunts of pain. “Y-You’re gonna regret–ow!–You–you’re gonna–OwwWWW!”

Laughing, Botan stood back up straight and let her thong snap back to her waist, where she didn’t even bother to pick the slight wedgie she’d just given herself (although, to be fair, thongs are unpickable wedgies regardless of tugging). “You’ll have to try harder next time~!”

Polka made one last grab at her genmate, grimaced, and then let out a huff, sinking into her hanging wedgie with arms crossed and a scowling pout on her face. “Jerk…”

Botan winked at her, and then for the first time noticed Laplus standing there. “Oh, hey Lap’, how’s it hanging?”

Nene groaned. “Bad pun…”

Laplus smiled at the lion. “Hi Botan, I was just going to lunch.”

“So were we,” Polka grumbled.

“Chill, I told you I’d bring you back something,” Botan reassured the fox.

“Could you pick up lotion too?” Nene wondered. “This, um… the frills are chafing pretty bad.”

“On it,” the silvery-haired woman replied. “So, watching the show?” she asked Laplus. A predatory grin slid across her face as she put her hands on her hips and assumed a more powerful stance. “Did you want to join them?”

Laplus gulped. “U-Um, nope! Haha–ahha–ummm…!” Panic rose in her chest. She had to think fast. She was a master manipulator–she had to be to have avoided HoloX’s detection for decades before she finally decided to reveal the organization on her own volition. She’d talked down and negotiated with world leaders before, surely she could figure out something to avoid getting her ass handed to her this time! “Umm…”

Flattery! That was it. The world’s most reliable manipulation tactic: flattering the hell out of someone! “I was just thinking how… skilled you have to be to have pulled this off!”

There it was, that was the ticket. Botan was now less focused on making the demon taste her own undies, and instead focused on straightening up and drinking in the praise. She smirked. “Well… it certainly does take some skill to be the bully I am.”

Laplus’ eyes lit up. All of a sudden, her earlier confusion about how to learn to be a bully was cleared up. Of course! If she wanted to learn how to be a bully, then she had to learn from the bullies. As long as they were real, battle-tested bullies and not fakes like Towa, then she was bound to pick up some helpful info (and Botan was definitely battle-tested… against Laplus’ own undies, several times). “Tell me! Tell me how you managed to take down two l-losers at once!”

“You’re one to talk about being a loser, pipsqueak!” Polka snapped, squinting (whether from the pain of the wedgie or from frustration, nobody knew) at Laplus. “You’re wearing your panties as a horn topper just as often as anyone else!”

Laplus’ cheeks went pink. “Y-Yeah, well–”

“Hey, leave my student alone,” Botan chided. She raised her eyebrows cooly at the fox. “Your butt hasn’t been spanked in a while, right? Are you sure you want to tempt fate?”

Polka winced. “Urgh… I hate that you’re still my friend.”

“Love you too, Omarun~”

“So…” the small devil began, both cautious and eager to interrupt so she could get to the lesson. “How’d you do it?”

“Oh, easy,” Botan replied. The lioness snickered. “See, Polka knows pranks, so I knew that if I tapped her on the shoulder opposite to the side of her Nene was on, she’d turn away from the tap because that’s such a common prank, which would leave her totally open on the other side.”

“You totally fell for that,” Nene chuckled, ribbing the fennec.

“You trained me to fall for it by doing that joke so many times,” Polka sighed, but a faint smile was playing on her lips as she rolled her eyes. It was short-lived, though, since a tiny bounce from her panties popping sent her cross-eyed and grimacing again.

“I see… so you used your knowledge against them…” Laplus murmured, taking mental notes. She tapped her chin (which was hard to discern through the huge sleeves that tended to cover her hands). “And… for the wedgie itself? What’s the technique you use to do that? Two people would usually overpower one…”

Botan gave her a smug, lopsided grin. “Oh, yeah. Two on one is usually a death sentence for your ass, unless you’re as good as me.”

“Just tell her already,” Polka grumbled. “My ass is getting sore…”

“After I gave Omarun a wedgie, Nene tried to get me back, obviously,” Botan explained. “So I had to be quick. If Omarun hadn’t been wearing tighty whities–”

Nene snorted, covering her mouth a split second later and shooting Polka a mirthful apology with her eyes. “Ehehehe! Tighty whities…”

“–I would’ve had to abandon her and maybe even retreat, but because her panties were so stretchy, I just turned them into a blindfold!” Botan continued without missing a beat. “While Polka was waddling around with her undies over her eyes, I got Nene with the old ‘trip-and-yank,’ and by the time Polka was forcing her atomic wedgie off, Nene was already on the fence. Then it was quick work to snag our foxy friend’s underwear and finish the job.”

“Amazing!” Laplus exclaimed, truly impressed at the lion’s quick thinking. She would have to teach Chloe and Lui that kind of panty pulling strategy so they wouldn’t end up stuck in a double atomic in the janitor’s closet every other week… Already the ideas for how she could use this lesson were bubbling in her mind. If she could somehow get Koyori to do some recon and figure out their biggest bullies’ weaknesses, then the sky was the limit for how much havoc HoloX could wreak! “Thank you so much for teaching me, senpai!”

Botan smirked and reached down to ruffle Laplus’ hair like she was a little sister. If the two hadn’t been completely different species and ages, their silver hair could’ve caused onlookers to mistake them as siblings. “Don’t mention it, squirt. Now get outta here before I change my mind and put you up there with these dweebs.”

At that veiled threat, the demon gulped. Botan didn’t have to tell her twice. She knew well how terrible that fate would be. “On it! S-See you guys!”

“Oh, by the way,” Botan added to her two victims as Laplus race-walked away as fast as her short legs could carry her. “As a bit of payback for me taking so long…” She reached back and took hold of the back of her thong again, this time gritting her teeth and stretching it up to her shoulders, where she held it tight for a second, before releasing it with a hiss and letting it snap back to her waist. “Now… Nene, you said you wanted lotion?”

The ditzy blonde smiled and nodded. “Yup!”

“And bring me a burger or something,” Polka sighed. “It’s the least you can do after humiliating me in front of our junior.”

“On it,” Botan replied. An amused smirk crossed her lips. “You deserved it anyway, you are a loser~”

“HEY!”

*        *        *

After lunch, Laplus made her way back to the Hololive office, this time entering from the front because she didn’t dare risk being caught by a lingering Botan. She knew that the second time they met, the lioness wouldn’t be as forgiving no matter how much flattery she received.

However, her goal of avoiding a bully encounter seemed to grind to a halt when, right after she crossed the threshold, she ran into Nekomata Okayu gripping the front of Inugami Korone’s pink panty waistband, holding the fabric teasingly just outside the waist of the canine’s jean shorts.

The dog bit her lip, seemingly surrendering herself to the wedgie she was about to receive, with her hands held over her amber eyes to cover them. One hand, though, had its fingers parted so she could see through it, doing an awful job at hiding her impending humiliation from view. Today, her brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and instead of her white dress and maladjusted yellow coat, she wore the black shirt and pink hoodie she’d taken to wearing on stream from time to time.

Okayu, on the other hand, wore very little. As in, literally just an oversized white blouse. As in, if it was windy, then the whole world would get a great look at her ass. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for the lavender cat, but every time someone saw it, it was a brief mental flashbang before they realized that yes, the cat was half-naked in front of them, and every time she walked or stood on her tiptoes, they could see a bit of ass curve. At the very least sometimes she wore tights to cover her legs, but not today. Today, the only other thing she had on besides the blouse and her undies was a pair of white socks and high top sneakers.

Once again doing an awful job at averting her eyes, Korone noticed Laplus as she entered the building, and lifted her eyebrows to greet the new arrival. “Oh, Lap-chan! H-Hey, Okayu, it’s Laplus! Surely this can wait until we greeEEEYYEEEEIIIIIGH!”

Okayu didn’t even wait until the dog had finished her sentence before mercilessly hiking the pink panties, which Laplus could now see had little cartoon bone prints on them, as far up her front as possible. The sheer speed and power that she pulled with had to have given the inumimi a nasty rugburn in her nether regions, on top of wedging so deep into her ladyhood that… Laplus didn’t even want to finish that thought, her own knees pressing together out of empathy for the sensation.

The tightness down under made Korone naturally start to bend over at the middle, which made Okayu’s next move easier. The lavender cat put her right foot on Korone’s left, using the leverage that gave her to force the pink undies even higher, so much that, with the legholes as stretched as they were, they started to look like an upside down ‘w’ (fitting), and shoved the front all the way up past Korone’s face. By the time the dog had finished her extended squeal of shock and pain and begun the repeated chant of whimpering, “Ow, ow, ow!” Okayu was sliding the front waistband of the panties all the way over her head, where she let go of them.and they remained, a snug hood and facemask to form a horrifically brutal frontal atomic. And, just to add insult to injury, the cat pulled the jacket’s actual hood up, crept it over the wedgie, and used the strings of the hoodie to tie the legholes in place.

“Sorry, what was that?” Okayu asked, casting a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes brightened when she saw her petrified audience. “Oh, Laplus! Hi!”

“D-Don’t kill me!” the demon pleaded, taking a step back and covering her crotch. “I-I can’t get a front wedgie today–I–I have a doctor’s note!”

The cat’s soft, gentle laugh, a far sight from the viciousness of the wedgie she’d just given, and in stark contrast to Korone’s whimpering… well, it didn’t exactly calm her nerves, but it definitely confused them to the point that the horned woman wasn’t tingling with fear anymore. “Oh, I’m not going to do that to you. Don’t worry.”

“Th-Then what was…?” Laplus gestured toward Korone, who was now groaning as she tried to stand upright, even though that caused her bone print panties to saw deeper into her womanhood and stretch out to even more absurd lengths.

“Koro-san lost a bet,” the cat explained. “She wanted to see me get my panties pulled over my face, so she made the conditions of losing so harsh… but that didn’t pan out, did it?”

“I–I should’ve won that bet!” Korone whined, now fully upright (but at what cost…?) and trying to look somewhat nonchalant by putting her hands in her hoodie pockets, although it was very clear that she was still stiff-legged and closed-fisted thanks to the unimaginable, blistering pain in her crotch. “My team was–ow!–sure to win!”

“But they didn’t~” Okayu purred, smirking at her friend. “And now you get to reap your reward~”

“I don’t know how they lost! You don’t even know anything about baseball!” Korone protested, but after a moment of struggling to find a way to excuse her mistake in her own head, the fight drained out of her and she sighed. “Yeah… I deserve this…”

“At least you’re still adorable~” Okayu chuckled and leaned over to kiss the dog’s panty-covered forehead (she was just an inch shy of Korone’s height, but the dog’s hunched over posture made the action easy).

Despite how much pain she must have been in, Korone’s tail wagged at the gesture. She shifted, and it was obvious by the more demure posture she adopted that she was blushing beneath the panty mask. “Ehe… ow…”

“S-So you… bet on this?” Laplus wondered, in awe that anyone could put a wager on something as painful as this. Sure, it wasn’t every single day that Okayu and Korone gave or got wedgies like it often was for the demon herself, but the idea of betting her ass like that simultaneously terrified her and made her see the two with newfound respect.

But what really got that respect, though, was how efficiently Okayu had manhandled Korone’s panties. Laplus had seen a frontal atomic or two in her life, but it had always been the result of something else, like some insult to injury after a frontal hanging, for example, or a consequence of some unwitting dweeb (read: herself) wearing overly stretchy undies in an attempt to outsmart the bullies and getting her ass handed to her for it. But Okayu had stretched out a pair of, by the looks of the tightness now that they were in place, at least, reasonably sized panties so far and so fast that it made the few wedgies that Laplus herself had managed to give look like child’s play.

“How did you do that?” she blurted out, figuring that if she wasn’t going to get wedgied herself, she might as well try to learn some more today. “The frontal wedgie, I mean. How did you manage to give her a frontal atomic that easily?”

“Mm~?” Okayu shrugged. “It’s all about channeling your power, isn’t it?”

“Mmm–yeah!” Korone agreed, bouncing on the balls of her feet now in a desperate effort to try to make her crotch hurt less. She was still attempting to feign nonchalance, but it was very obviously not working. “Okayu’s great at that! I–I would know better than anyone! Haha… ow…”

“But how?” Laplus asked. “Like, specifically, how’d you pull this one up–er–off?”

“Ah, well, if you’re asking…” The cat cast a glance at Korone. “Koro-san, do you mind if I do a gentle demo on the back of your underwear?”

“O-Okayu!” Korone whined, her knees pressing together even tighter. “I can already taste my panties!”

“Please?” Okayu begged, sticking out her lower lip. “I’ll knock off an hour of the punishment if you do. Only until 11 instead of midnight?”

Off to the side, Laplus blanched. Midnight?! She could barely imagine taking a wedgie like that for five minutes, let alone the rest of the day! Korone was some kind of superhuman!

Korone gently tilted her head from side to side, weighing her options. “Mm… fine… but only if you spend that hour in a regular atomic!”

Okayu smirked and rolled her eyes at Laplus as if to say, ‘What are you gonna do?’ and shrugged. “All right. Deal. It’s been a while since I had my butt flossed anyway~” She twirled her finger. “Turn for me.”

Korone obediently spun on her toes and presented her backside to the cat, lifting her tail to allow easy access to the back of her panties, although they were already riding up considerably thanks to how far they were wedged in the back. She whimpered as Okayu took hold of the waistband, but she didn’t chicken out.

“The first rule of a hard wedgie is to never start using an overhand grip,” the lavender cat explained. “There’s no power to it once you get past a certain point. Think about the difference between the range of a deadlift and a bicep curl. Deadlifts lose any power once they’re at your waist, and that’s where a wedgie starts.” She shifted her grip on the panties so that both hands were facing palm up, and, despite the blouse covering them, Laplus imagined she could see more muscle flexing in her biceps. (Then again, the shirt was thin enough that maybe she could see that.) “So you gather up your power, and then lift.”

On the last word, Okayu straightened her legs and hauled Korone’s panties up into the air, wedging them even deeper between the dog’s butt cheeks and lifting her up to her tiptoes, which drew a yelp from her throat.

Laplus nodded, trying not to betray either her terror at how savage Okayu’s wedgie giving could be or her shock at how well Korone was taking even more ass flossing. “But…” She flexed her own biceps, testing out the range. “What about when you get them higher than the curl range? Won’t you lose power?”

Okayu winked. “Good point, but that’s where you have to be smart~” The cat remained holding the panties underhanded with her left hand, but took her right hand off and shifted it back to the overhand grip, then did the same with her left so that she was once again gripping the waistband with her palms facing down. “The other range of overhand grips is for over-the-head presses. Your body is naturally better at that motion for this range. And from there, an atomic is easy!”

“C-Can you please let go?” Korone whimpered. The dog’s voice was now much higher than it had been moments ago. “I think I might pass out–!”

“Ah, whoops,” Okayu chuckled, letting the panties go. They didn’t snap back down to Korone’s waist like a rubber band, per-se, but they did zip down to her abdomen with some urgency. The brunette arched backward, which couldn’t have been good for her front wedgie, and groaned. “Sorry, Koro-san~” the cat apologized. “I forgot how hard I was going on you.”

“Y-Yeah, no biggie–!” Korone grunted, her voice still an octave or two above its resting pitch.

“Mm… maybe I’ll bump my atomic up to two hours…” Okayu chuckled. “Fair is fair.”

Despite it all, the dog’s tail wagged at that. “Heh…” she giggled. “Ow…”

“Hmm… so that’s how you get power…” Laplus murmured, considering the lesson. She wasn’t very tall, so she would have to shift from underhand back to overhand pretty quickly… unless she had a stool, that is. Or… a few years ago, Koyori had invented a pair of high-tech stilts. Maybe if she used those, she could even do the deadlift method for a bit before switching to underhand. And… “What if they start to lift off the ground?”

“You have to use the toe-step method like I did,” Okayu replied. “It’s playing dirty, but…”

“It works,” Korone finished. “It really works–ungh…”

“Toe step…” Laplus repeated under her breath. She liked that idea. Insult to injury, in addition to the insult of the atomic wedgie she’d dish out! It was a perfect spice to top off the bitter flavor of defeat that her enemies would be tasting–that and their own panties, if her own experience was anything to go by. “I see! Thank you for teaching me, senpai!” She bowed a little, which would have run the risk of goring the cat with her horns if she’d been standing closer. “I appreciate you teaching me at the cost of your own–and Korone-senpai’s–butts!”

“Speaking of…” Okayu drawled, shooting Laplus a slightly more sinister look, her purple eyes sparkling with malice. “If I were you, I’d try to steer clear of me for the rest of the day. I’m happy to spend the night with my panties over my face with Koro-san, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make things even… if you catch my drift…”

Laplus swallowed hard. “U-Um… yup! S-See you two later!”

And with that, she turned heel and ran up the stairs, as far away from the cat as she could get.

*        *        *

Laplus had kind of been hoping to avoid running into any more instances of active bullying throughout the day. That wasn’t counting aftermaths, of course. It wouldn’t be a day at the Hololive office without seeing Watame dangling by her undies from the bathroom stalls with dripping wet hair thanks to a date with a toilet bowl, or Miko waddling around with her panties over her eyes, or A-Chan looking very frustrated as she carried around papers stiff-legged, up to her tits in underwear.

But she wasn’t that lucky, or, rather, one might say she was that lucky, since every run-in so far had given her a chance to learn, because she found Hololive’s own shooting star, diamond in the rough, idol vtuber Hoshimachi Suisei, currently in the process of ripping her coworker Tokoyami Towa in half with her own underwear.

This time, there wasn’t even any banter going on. It was just a shred-fest, Suisei holding Towa up on her tiptoes by her purple granny panties (which, judging by the amount of rippage they were already going through, seemed to be part of a dollar store value pack), while the poor devil wailed and clutched at her crotch.

“Don’t rip them don’t rip them don’t rip them!” Towa pleaded, her devil tail lashing around wildly as her legs and feet strained to keep her tennis shoe clad toes on the ground. “I don’t wanna buy any more panties!”

“Too bad!” Suisei snickered, utilizing the underhand approach that Okayu had just taught Laplus earlier today to grind the big panties deeper into the purple-haired girl’s crack. “You asked for this by letting these hang out the back of your shorts and wearing a crop top!

“I already gooOOOOoot a wedgie today!” Towa squealed, her voice reaching fever pitch as her toes briefly left the ground and her panties popped threateningly. “They’re big and I can’t fit them in my shorts anymore!”

“And that’s why skirts are superior,” Suisei asserted, lifting her chin. She was wearing a skirt today, a black one that complimented her white sweater quite well. Apparently she’d been going for a ladylike attire, what with her black dress shoes, knee socks, and the thin silver chain around her neck, something that heavily conflicted with the fact that she was womanhandling someone’s panties like a schoolyard bully.

“Y-You worry about wedgies enough to wear a skirt so you can hide them better?” Towa wondered, looking genuinely quizzical about why one of the top wedgie-givers in the office would say something like that. As the devil had mentioned, she was wearing her usual white shorts, accompanied by the crop top black shirt and white jacket she was known for. With panties that big and shorts that small, it was no wonder why she’d had trouble hiding her waistband.

Suisei paused, a slight flush of scarlet crossing her face. “Well… not here, but when my sister…” She shook her head and cleared her throat. “Anyway, less talking, more squealing.”

And that was exactly what she enforced, hiking Towa’s panties up her butt again and relieving the very momentary relief the devil had gotten thanks to the pause in pulling.

Laplus was getting pretty bold at this point, and so she took the initiative to introduce herself this time, hoping to learn some more about how to make her enemies grovel at her feet (after getting their asses completely shredded by their underwear). “Hi Suisei, I see you’re bullying one of the usual nerds.” The last comment was said as she threw a look of disdain at Towa, who blushed even deeper red and looked away. It wasn’t like Laplus hated the devil or anything, especially since as creatures of darkness they shared a natural kinship, but after Towa had lied to her so brazenly about being a top bully and been exposed for the loser she was, the short demon couldn’t resist throwing a little shade at any opportunity that presented itself.

Suisei’s pale blue eyes flitted over to the new arrival, a smirk adorning her face as she heard affirmation of the natural order of things. “Oh, hello Laplus. Yes, I caught Towa trying to sneak out of her with her panties intact. With them sticking out like that, there’s no way I could resist making the end of the day one to remember.” She gave a very vicious pull with the last word, making Laplus wonder if there was something more behind the bullying than just the ‘bully eat nerd’ world that they lived in.

“AhhHHOOOW!” Towa grunted. “P-Please not today! I didn’t even eat your lunch today! I didn’t do anything!”

Somehow, even though neither Suisei nor Laplus knew of anything the devil had done wrong, they doubted she’d gone through a whole day without doing something to merit a flossing. The two gave each other a look, and the blue-haired senior snorted. “Mhm. All right, I think it’s time to end this. Ready to go commando?”

Towa’s eyes went wide. “W-Wait, no–not that–anything but that!”

“Ooh, a ripping wedgie?” The prospect of seeing what she considered to be the king of all wedgies (as exposed to experiencing it) piqued Laplus’ interest. “I’ve always been curious about how you pull one of those off. Can you teach me?”

Suisei tilted her head, bemused at the question. “Um… It’s not all too hard, Laplus. You really just grip…”

As the suiseiopath’s grip on her panties tightened, grasping them in only one hand and allowing a little bit of slack so she could lower her fist and gain power, Towa swallowed hard. “N-Nonono… wait–wait wait wait–!”

“...and PULL!” Suisei shouted, launching herself into a jumping uppercut not unlike the Shoryuken from Street Fighter, which tore the purple grannies clean off of the devil’s body in one swift shriiiiIIIIP! She landed daintily, clutching the shredded garment in her fist, which she held up between her index finger and thumb and dangled above a cringing Towa’s head. “It’s as simple as that.”

“Uhnnghhh…” Towa groaned, hunched over at the waist and covering her crotch, which couldn’t have been feeling great after that intense wedgie. “Y-Yeah… as simple as that… owie…”

Laplus applauded politely. Although she hadn’t learned much from the interaction, the chance to see the woman who’d put her on the radar of every bully in the office getting her panties ripped off was more than enough reward for her attention. “Very nice, senpai!”

“C-Can I go… now…?” Towa mumbled through gritted teeth.

“Mm… Yeah, get out of here,” Suisei said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “And get stronger panties–I want to give you a hanging wedgie next time.”

“Yeah… will do…” the devil grumbled, walking slowly toward the lobby doors. “Thanks for the advice…”

As Towa neared the doors, though, Suisei leaned in to Laplus and whispered quietly, “Wanna learn something? Right as she gets outside, pants her and steal her shorts. Then we can lock her out.”

Laplus’ eyebrows climbed as she looked up at her senior, whose face was split by a devious smile. She debated the idea for a moment, wondering if it was a step too far, but then she grinned with mischief of her own. No, it was just far enough. She’d never gotten her proper revenge on Towa anyway… that atomic she’d given her last time had just been par for the course.

So, as Towa finally escaped the office, she was shocked to feel small hands grab the sides of her shorts and yank them down to her ankles, leaving her totally nude from her rib cage down to her socks. With a surprised yelp, she stumbled over the sudden ankle bindings and nearly fell on her face, although she was able to catch herself before she hit the ground and avoided scraping her skin by landing in the grass next to the sidewalk. In a rush to catch herself, she twisted the wrong way, and watched in horror as a grinning Laplus jerked her shorts off her legs entirely, clutching them like a trophy and sprinting back inside the office, where an equally triumphant Suisei locked the doors behind her.

Towa scrambled to her feet and rushed the glass doors, pounding on them and shouting, “HEY! LET ME BACK IN! GIVE THEM BACK!” only to be met with crossed arms, shaken heads and infernal smirks that told her she wasn’t getting back in any time soon.

The devil would’ve stayed there and beaten on the doors even longer in the vain hope that someone else might come into the lobby, notice her plight, and help her (instead of just laughing at her too), except for the fact that she quickly realized three things. One: she was outside. Two: her lower body was utterly nude. And, most importantly, three: there were people walking on the street behind her, and several of them were staring at her uncovered butt.

A sound like she was being strangled escaped Towa’s throat as, in a panic, she first tried to grab her shirt and pull it down to cover herself, which didn’t work at all  because of how short it was, and then gave up and covered her privates with one hand from the front and another from the back, sprinting toward her home as fast as she could with her face and ears blooming scarlet and her dignity in as many tatters as her panties. Only later would she realize that it would have made much more sense to take off her jacket and use that to cover herself… and her keys were still in her shorts.

Today was simply not a good day for Towa.

For Laplus, though, things were going great! She’d just gotten to take her revenge (for real this time), and she’d learned another lesson about bullying: how to humiliate her victims. That was going to be key for her eventual takeover. She knew better than most how useful humiliation was as a tool for conquest (and she’d been ‘conquered,’ as it were, many times by now). And now that she knew what kinds of things to do to really rub it in, she was going to be a menace.

“Thanks, senpai!” she exclaimed to Suisei, wiping a tear of laughter away. “I’m glad to learn from the best!”

“Don’t mention it, Laplus.” Suisei replied. “But… while you’re here…”

The dark tone that her senior’s voice took on as she spoke made Laplus’ skin prickle with oncoming goosebumps, and the sound of two sets of footsteps approaching didn’t help her sudden onset of dread. Swallowing hard, she slowly turned to look at Suisei, only to find that the suiseiopath’s cold smirk was turned on her, and flanking the taller woman were Botan on the left, and Okayu on the right, both with eyes now gleaming with predatory intent.

Suisei cracked her knuckles. “Us three have a… practical lesson for you…”

Laplus gulped. “Oh… goody…”

*        *        *

“Oh, hey Laplus,” Koyori greeted her friend and boss as the demon was raised the final few feet up the flagpole, her sunshine yellow, smiley face print panties caught in the ropes and suspending her in a devilish hanging wedgie high above the ground, in full view of anyone who came by. The kusogaki’s eyes were squinted tight and her lips were drawn back in a grimace as she tried her best to adjust to the harsh fabric wedged deep up her butt crack, the tight string burning her ass the only thing supporting her entire body weight. Hanging wedgies always stung worse than any other.

“Hello Koyori,” Laplus grunted. “Ow–!” Her cheeks burned scarlet as she looked down at the ground below her  to see passerby–total strangers–pointing up at her and snickering to themselves. It wasn’t her first date with the flagpole, but it never got less humiliating.

Her three mentors had been right. A good wedgie, like the one she was getting right now, took technique, to string her up in a way that wouldn’t let her fall or give her any relief; power, to make her butt crack sting so badly that she’d need to take a cold bath to soothe it once she got back to headquarters; and humiliation, to show her embarrassing situation off to the entire world below her, including the red streaks that were covering her pale butt cheeks thanks to the paddle that Suisei had procured to spank her. It really was a masterclass of a practical lesson… and she hated it.

At least she had Koyori hanging with her for company.

And… she had a plan. Well, not so much a plan, but rather a burning desire to get revenge. This humiliation would not stand. This was the last straw. Now that she knew their techniques, those three were going to be forced to eat their own medicine. By the time she was done with them, they’d be begging for mercy at her feet, panties in shreds, tears streaking their faces, and butt cheeks painted deep red  from a brutal spanking. And unlike them… she had backup.

The pink coyote let her feet kick idly in the air. She’d been there for a while, it seemed, since she was almost totally acclimated to the colorful polka dot panties splitting her in two. “Hey, boss, what are we gonna do tonight?” she wondered, her tail swishing behind her.

“What we’re going to be doing every night for as long as it takes, Koyori…” Laplus answered darkly, cracking her knuckles. “Trying to take over Hololive…

…ow.”