Part 3

“Alright, next up is the class meeting. Let’s get started.”

The director’s call stirred a quiet murmur in the classroom.

A boy and a girl stepped up to the front.

Riko already knew – they were the class representatives, and they would be leading the meeting as moderators.

The two classmates were talking with the director and the reporter – probably doing some final checks about how the scene should be staged. It was the same for Riko. At the prompting of another staff member, she made her way to the teacher’s podium and carefully sat down on it.

The podium was narrow, so she had to mind her balance. Sitting first with her knees pulled close in a compact pose, she then gradually shifted – letting go of her knees and spreading her legs wide apart in front of her. With her knees bent outward and her feet flat on the podium, she assumed a posture in which her legs formed the shape of the letter “M” – a position commonly referred to in Japan as the M-shaped sitting pose.

In other words, she was now fully exposed in front of her classmates.

Normally, Riko’s little slit showed no trace of her inner lips. Compared to the striking presence of her unusually prominent clitoris, the rest of her remained modest, almost age-appropriate in appearance. But when her legs were spread this far, even that undeveloped cleft parted to the sides, quietly revealing the depths within.

The director called out once more after confirming that the cameramen – one assigned to capture the entire class and the other focused on Riko and the class representatives – had taken their positions.

“We’ll now begin filming the class meeting. Class reps, it’s all yours. Go ahead!”

The class representatives being filmed looked visibly nervous. They were dressed in clothes that seemed noticeably nicer than what they usually wore. Anyone familiar with children’s fashion might have recognized the outfits as brand-name clothing. Even without that knowledge, it was clear these weren’t something you’d find at a local supermarket or discount clothing store. Their parents had likely bought the outfits especially for this occasion, knowing their children would be on TV – perhaps out of genuine parental affection, or perhaps out of vanity. Either way, it was an understandable thing to do.

However, as Riko glanced at their outfits, a sudden wave of sadness washed over her. The two of them were so neatly and beautifully dressed, while she wasn’t even allowed to wear clothes – forced to remain completely naked.

She had thought she’d grown used to it. But even now, the tears still welled up, just beneath the surface.

Of course, the male class representative had no way of knowing how Riko felt. He raised his voice and began.

“We’ll begin the class meeting.”

Then the female class representative followed.

“Today, we’d like to decide – together – what to do about the little hair on Kurito-san’s little slit.”

Riko herself hadn’t even noticed that a few hairs had begun to appear on her little slit – in other words, that her pubic hair was starting to come in.

But just a few days earlier, the boy who was that day’s daily helper – the one who had changed her tampon – had pointed it out. And from there, word spread – swiftly and unstoppably – through the entire class. No, not just the class. Soon, everyone in the school knew.

“It may not be clearly visible from your seats, but a few soft, wispy hairs have just started to grow above Kurito-san’s little slit.”

The male class representative who had spoken came over to Riko’s side, joined by the female class representative. Together, they stood on either side of the teacher’s podium, where Riko sat with her legs spread wide in the M-shaped sitting pose.

“There’s just the faintest bit… it’s hard to see, but you can tell the little hairs are starting to grow.”

The female class representative, having said that, reached out and gently brushed her fingers across the area just above Riko’s most delicate place. The camera captured the moment in a close-up.

“What should we do about her little hair? Anyone with an opinion, raise your hand.”

No sooner had the male class representative asked than hands shot up around the room, eager voices overlapping – “Me!” “I do!” “Let me speak!”

The camera captured it all: a lively discussion among the classmates.

One girl expressed that it should be left as is, calling it a natural and healthy sign of growth.

In contrast, a boy argued that it looked messy, and therefore should be removed.

The discussion then centered around these two opposing viewpoints.

Ignoring the discussion around him, the cameraman knelt in front of Riko, angling his lens upward from between her legs spread wide in the M-shaped sitting pose.

From that position, he was able to capture everything in a single shot – her newly-sprouting pubic hair, her astonishingly large clitoris with the NAKED certificate pierced through it, her name tag and a safety pin, each pierced through one of her nipples, and even the expression on her face.

As Riko stared into the camera lens, listening to the discussion unfolding around her, she began to realize just how flushed – how impossibly hot – her body had become.

“Now then, raise your hand if you think Kurito-san’s little hairs should be left as they are.”

A few students raised their hands in response to the female class representative’s question. But the show of hands was sparse – so sparse that it was immediately clear it didn’t constitute a majority.

In that case, the outcome already seemed decided. Still, the other question was posed – perhaps to ensure fairness, or perhaps simply because the male representative hadn’t noticed.

“Now, raise your hand if you think Kurito-san’s little hairs should be removed.”

As soon as the male class representative said this, hands shot up in agreement – enough to make the outcome obvious at a glance.

The female class representative must have seen that too. Without hesitation, she gave the official announcement.

“By majority vote, it has been decided that Kurito-san’s little hairs above her little slit will be removed.”

Applause broke out from various corners of the classroom.

The camera followed the scene as a decision was made – democratically, and seemingly of the children’s own accord.

But Riko, the one most directly affected, had no say in the matter.

That, too, was nothing new. And in any case, when everyone in the class had taken the time to think and decide for her, it wasn’t as if she could refuse.

After that, they discussed the specifics of how Emu’s pubic hair would be removed.

From the outset, the idea that she might shave it herself at home had never even been considered. The only topic of discussion was how the procedure would be carried out – by the daily helper, in the classroom.

“A razor would be too dangerous for kids like us.”

“Scissors wouldn’t get all the way down to the roots…”

After several suggestions were exchanged, the method they ultimately settled on was simple: plucking the hairs out with tweezers.

“Well then, as a trial, we’d like to try plucking Kurito-san’s little hairs right here.”

As if they’d known the outcome all along, the two class representatives – already holding tweezers prepared with meticulous care – made the announcement. And then, they began to pluck Riko’s soft little hairs.

At first, the hairs resisted. But as they tugged firmly, unwilling to relent, the skin around each follicle lifted into a tiny cone.

“I-it hurts! Stop!”

Riko cried out, her voice rising in pain. But they didn’t stop what they were doing.

“Should I pull harder?”

“We’re plucking it, right? Might as well use all our strength.”

As they spoke, both of them pulled with all their might.

“Agh – ahhhnn…”

In that moment, two of Riko’s barely-sprouted little hairs were plucked out.

From her lips escaped a sound that defied description – a raw cry pulled from her by a pain sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes.

No matter how much had been decided in the meeting, this was something no one should have to endure.

Why should she have to suffer such intense pain while having her few delicate hairs plucked out – by fellow classmates, no less – and all while being filmed on camera?

That, at least, was the undeniable truth as far as Riko’s rational mind was concerned.

And yet, at the same time, she could feel her body growing even hotter, her nipples and clitoris stiffening more than ever before, and the wetness between her legs flowing out in a way she had never experienced.

“Mmh… Hahh…”

Before she realized it, Riko had started letting out soft, nasal moans. But the class representatives paid no mind to the subtle shift in their classmate, and simply continued plucking her delicate hairs without pause.

“Uhnn… Nnh… Hahh”

Riko’s voice had changed – clearly, unmistakably. Anyone listening would have recognized it for what it was: a moan of pure pleasure. Her expression, too, had shifted into one of visible excitement, her lips parted slightly, her eyes faintly glazed.

The sharp pain, inflicted under the eyes of everyone, was shifting – no longer just pain, but pleasure. It stirred something unmistakably physical in her: desire.

And before she even realized it, she had already sunk into that unfamiliar realm of twisted pleasure.

The number of times the two class representatives plucked with their tweezers didn’t even reach double digits. And yet, that alone was enough to return Riko’s most delicate place to how it had looked a week ago.

“Oh no, Kurito-san – your juices are leaking.”

It was a female class representative who said this. The fluids, no longer contained by her tampon, had begun to spread across the surface of the teacher’s podium.

“Seriously. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since the class helper changed her tampon during the break, and it’s already soaked through.”

As he spoke, the male class representative placed one hand on each side of Riko’s little slit and spread her open even wider. Then the female class representative took hold of the tampon string – and with a swift motion, pulled it out all at once.

“This tampon’s completely soaked through… Hey, class helper – bring a fresh one.”

All the while, the camera kept rolling. Riko’s mind was on the verge of collapse. With the tampon no longer there to block anything, the little girly hole nestled within her little slit kept releasing her sweet juices in an unstoppable flow. And the look on her face – glazed, twitching, lost in pleasure – was unmistakably “ahegao.”

Not a moment escaped the lenses of the two cameras, as they recorded Riko’s vacant, dazed expression – and her little slit, spread shamelessly wide.

All to deliver a glimpse of a young girl’s “growth,” as she raced up the steps to womanhood ahead of her classmates –

to every screen, every viewer, everywhere.

(The End)