Jiwoo/Heejung;

[torpe]

Stupid cats! [Jiwoo was spitting mad, his voice cracking with the force of his indignation. The skirt and blouse fit almost too well on his body, and the stockings had somehow managed to stay up during his stomp back to Heejung's room. If he wasn't so angry, he might have taken a moment to be a little impressed by that.

He wasn't sure what the cats' obsession was with forcing him into embarrassing situations and clothing, but he'd rather it stop than find out. His grumbling and exclamations of anger didn't stop until he'd practically jumped into Heejung's room, the girl in question close behind. She had managed to save him from them again, but he wished she hadn't followed him]

Wh-what are you still doing!? Get out!

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[babjuin]

[The skirt and blouse did fit too well. Luckily, Heejung was the responsible sort, the type to shut away her initial thoughts and consider the feelings of the others involved.

She couldn't even begin to contemplate the motivation behind the cats' behavior, but she suspected it was because they found as much amusement in riling Jiwoo up as she did. She would be a hypocrite for blaming them...so the only fair thing to do was remove the spotted rabbit from the situation and let him reclaim what shambles were left of his dignity.]

But this is my room...[And he was telling her to 'get out'? She smiled at the irony, unable to resist the urge to add:]...and those are my clothes, Jiwoo.

[Not going to giggle, not going to giggle--oops. She giggled.]

[torpe]

[Jiwoo spluttered indignantly, grabbing at the skirt as if he was afraid it would be flipped up or something, gripping onto it tightly in a mix of anger and anxiety]

I KNOW THAT! And I have to change! Get out, stupid owner!

A-are you laughing at me?! This isn't a laughing matter! [His ears move angrily and his face is bright red] I'll give them back after I change and...and find my real clothes!

[Where ever the hell THOSE are]

[babjuin]

[His further outburst only made the giggles grow into full-on laughter. It was impossible to hide that much. But once Jiwoo's fingers clenched around the skirt, Heejung's mirth-filled expression flickered to one of protest.]

H-hey, now! [She hurried away from the door and into her room, quickly closing the distance between them, reaching out towards her skirt.] Be careful with how you handle that! It's delicate, and I can't afford another one!

[torpe]

[The sudden movement towards him made him instinctively back away, but at least he let go of the skirt even if it was to try and ward her off]

H-hey! You're supposed to be going the opposite direction! It's just a skirt, if it gets damaged yell at the cats for forcing it on me in the first place! It'll be their fault!

[Not that he was actually planning on damaging the skirt anyhow, but the point still stood, right?]

[babjuin]

[The space between them still closes, as Heejung won't rest until she's certain that skirt is safe and sound.]

I'll yell at all of you if it gets damaged, since none of you can pay for a new one!

[Heejung doesn't need to look around to know that it's only a matter of steps until she has Jiwoo backed into a wall. It's her room, after all. She's spent nearly four years here, she could navigate it in pitch dark if need be.]

Now...come on, Jiwoo! [Her tone becomes patronizingly coaxing as she continues to move in-step to his retreat.]</small Let's get those off and safe and sound!

[torpe]

[Jiwoo backs away quickly until there's a solid 'thump' of his back hitting the wall. He freezes looking like, well, a trapped rabbit.]

I'm not a child! Don't talk to me like that! [But it was hard to sound appropriately threatening when his voice had raised in pitch. He could, potentially, push Heejung away and bolt for it, but that would require A. hurting her probably, and B. running out where the others could see him in her clothes.

On the scale of embarrassment and humiliation, Heejung undressing him was just below letting everyone else see him]

What do you think you're going do!?

[babjuin]

[Heejung tip-toed forward, as though approaching Jiwoo anew.] That's a good rabbit...! [Maybe if she distracts him with her talking, she'll be able to corner him before he realizes he can't escape!] Just hand over my outfit and I'll let you go, deal?

[Just another step back, and...]

[torpe]

[His free hand grips tightly at the skirt again, his other hand outstretched as if to stop her.]

You don't have to be here for me to do that! I can do it, get ou- [Jiwoo freezes again, suddenly acutely aware that he's trapped now, and there's a noise--almost a squawk--of surprise.]

Hey! This isn't funny! [his face is slowly turning red, but whether from anger or embarrassment it's hard to tell at this point]

[babjuin]

[He says it isn't funny, but Heejung is definitely laughing.]

You have no idea how to properly take that off, so the only way to ensure its safety is to let me!

[Her hands rose up, fingers crooked in clawing fashion. They were only a few steps apart now, and he wasn't running. He couldn't. It was no different from when she used to tackle-pounce him when she wanted bunny cuddles.]

Just give up, Jiwoo! You can't escape!

[torpe]

N-none of my books prepared me for this! [He was too flustered to even bother keeping that to himself and he could feel himself starting to panic.]

If I let you will you leave me alone!?

[babjuin]

[Oh? What a peculiar request--well, not for him, but because she couldn't imagine what sort of ideas he had conjured up in that imagination of his. She was planning on leaving him alone...not that he needed to know that.]

Once I'm done, I'll leave you alone. But you need to stop resisting me, or it'll only take longer.

[Her eyebrows ticked up as though to say 'Deal?']

[torpe]

[Jiwoo is quiet for a few tense seconds before he reluctantly lowers his arms. His face is still bright red and he curls his fingers into fists to keep from twisting his--her--clothes]

...Fine. Just be quick about it, alright? [or don't. He's huffy and embarrassed and trying to avoid looking directly at her. There's a grumble under his breath about 'stupid stubborn owners' but otherwise he's not about to put up a fight.]

[babjuin]

[Once Jiwoo lowers his arms, Heejung circles him and starts from behind, firmly placing a flattened hand palm-down square in the middle of his backside and groping around, up and down the zipper line.] Hmm...

[torpe]

[A shiver goes down Jiwoo's spine and his ears begin to titch like crazy.]

Watch your hands, dumbo! What are you doing!? [There's another shiver, the fur on his ears standing straight as he he twists his head to try and look at her.]

[babjuin]

I've never checked to see if you had a tail or not. [Hopefully you're relieved to hear that?] I don't want the zipper to catch on it, right?

[Her eyes travel upwards, noticing the fluff of his ears.] Jiwoo?

[torpe]

Y-you could've just asked! Stupid--! [Ajdhlsg He twists his hands into the skirt again, willing his jolt of arousal of just stay as that.]

Just keep going! [His face is bright red and he's trying hard not to squirm]

[babjuin]

[Heejung's hand stopped rubbing, but it didn't move from where shemd placed it. She had to refrain from giggling over the outburst, but couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt.]

So no tail? [Now that her had was there, it was easier to move it other places...the skirt's flimsy nature offering the perfect opportunity to get her hands lost.]

[torpe]

[Jiwoo is trembling with the effort not to give into baser instincts and flee for his life. Dignity be damned, his embarrassment is through the roof, making his breath come short (or is that being turned on? He can't even tell, doesn't want to try and work it out).

He squirms a little and just hopes that Heejung stays behind him, where he can at least hide himself a little better.]

No! No tail! St-stop grabbing around! You're doing this on purpose now! [His ears flatten against his head]

[babjuin]

[Her giggle betrays how serious Heejung was taking this whole ordeal--which is to say, not at all.] Right, I'm sorry...let's get these off!

[Her attention shifts from the skirt to the blouse, and she tugs it out of the waistline of the skirt.] Oh! [She gasps, still holding on to the shirt a Ashe leaned in closer to observe the brightly-colored fabric peeking out from beneath.

...his underwear? She started to pull at it sneakily, if only to get a better look...]

Is that...[A...carrot print?]

[torpe]

Th-those aren't mine! The cats! They put it on me!

[Which is a total lie. He twists slightly to glare over his shoulder] What are you grabbing at it for anyhow!? Stupid, perverted owner...

[He hunches his shoulders, his angered words trailing off into a grumble. He feels like he's getting lightheaded with the force of his own embarrassment. At least his arousal's started to come down to more manageable levels.

He hasn't moved though, as he promised.]

[babjuin]

[The giggles were too much to suppress now, and Heejung leaned into Jiwoo, unearthing the boxers as she pulled up the blouse.] Hands in the air!

[The buttons gave room to slip over Jiwoo's head, but only if he perked his ears back up.] Don't be shy! They're cute! [Though honestly she was relieved he wasn't wearing her underwear...the cats didn't take it that far.]

[torpe]

Stop laughing...! [He scowls and flexes his fingers. He doesn't really want to let go and put his arms up--there's something too vulnerable about the motion and...

And there's a part of him that's too excited about that feeling of vulnerability. A shiver goes down his spine and he reluctantly starts to put his arms up, making his ears stand up as well to make the shirt's passing easier.]

Stop taking so much time to oogle me and get the job done!

[babjuin]

[Heejung had to roll onto the tips of her toes, leaning onto Jiwoo to get the shirt over his head. He had to bed over a bit, which resulted in his rear bumping into his hips.

It wasn't the first time their bodies brushed against each other closely, but with the door closed and the fact that she was disrobing him, it set a different context for everything.

Something Heejung had been trying to ignore, but...]

...you're the one who keeps making this awkward, Jiwoo. [This doesn't have to be as uncomfortable as you're making it...]

[torpe]

Eep! [He makes a strangled noise and hurriedly ducks down to pull himself out of the blouse. He steps away after that, nearly stumbling, and crosses his arms over his chest. He's bare from the chest up now, only the skirt and stockings remaining.

Moving away didn't violate the rules of not moving, right? It was for a good reason!]

You're the one ho insisted on undressing me! Who's the one making it awkward!? You groped me on top of it, and made me-- [His anger almost got the best of him there but he quickly shuts his mouth, nearly biting his tongue and huffs]

How am I supposed to help something like that!? Just keep going! You wanted this!

[babjuin]

[Heejung burst out laughing at the unsightly sound, following after Jiwoo without giving it much thought - had she really formed a habit of it, already?] Get back here! We still have the skirt to take care of!

[Rolling up the shirt and exchanging it between her two hands, she gave Jiwoo a concerned, but perplexed look.] The two cats managed to get you out of your regular clothes, this shouldn't be so much of a problem for you.

[She set the shirt aside, once again moving to back him up against the next closest object she could (which appeared to be the desk at this point) and force it off of him.] Stop struggling, or you'll end up ribbing the skirt!

[torpe]

[He backs up as planned, hips bumping against the desk and drawing a quiet hiss of surprise from him.] This is different! This is you!

[His breath has quickened again, his hands gripping the skirt like it's a security blanket] I'm not going to rip it! Look, I stopped moving, so...!

[babjuin]

Ah, I see...[She was patronizing in her response, pretending to understand when in fact Jiwoo's reaction made next to no sense. She was aiming to have her faux acceptance of his behavior would put him more at ease, if only to reclaim what was left of her wardrobe still left on his person.

Her smile broadened victoriously when he hit another dead-end, her hands snapping out to snatch his by the wrists.] Stop...resisting me..!

[torpe]

[He's too busy trying to figure out something to say to notice that she's going for his wrists. The second her fingers close around them though, his back goes straight as a rod and he freezes.]

Wh-what are you--!? You didn't have to go that far! [Honestly if he could just calm his body down this wouldn't be nearly as tedious a job as it is, but his mind seems determined to run off into a perverse fantasy land every time Heejung does something. There's something about her having all this control over him, the feeling of being helpless to someone else, that makes his knees weak]

[babjuin]

[Although his body was rigid, he wasn't putting up as much of a fight as she'd expected. With a little careful maneuvering, she is able to pull his hands off the skirt and raise his wrists above her head.] There!

[She's locked eyes with him now, an almost sinister grin crossing her face as she leans in tauntingly, menacingly. It was hard to deny the sadistic streak that Jiwoo's violent resistance fueled in her, but there had to be a limit to his protests, and she was determined to find out how far it took to reach it.] You can't run away now, Jiwoo...

[Though of course it would require releasing his wrists to finally get the skirt off, but she'd figure that out once the opportunity presented itself.]