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    Rainyday got a reaction from aaas for a blog entry, 12- Lillica Crunch   
    Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.
    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?
    You thought so.
    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.
    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"
    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"
    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"
    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.
    "You really want know that bad?"
    "Definitely!"
    "It's a long story."
    "Stop trying to scare me off!"
    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.
    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."
    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.
    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.
    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.
    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.
    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.
    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.
    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.
    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

    ...And the pressure went down.
    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.
    ...And then she woke up.

    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.
    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.
    What happened?
    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.
    Yes.
    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.
    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.
    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.
    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.
    No. No, no, no---
    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.
    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-
    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.
    She couldn't explain it.
    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.
    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--
    And then, she woke up.
    ========================================

    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.
    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?
    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.
    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?
    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?
    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.
    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

    But fate wasn't so kind to her.
    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.
    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.
    And, as a consequence...


    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.
    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.
    Her body was giving in.
    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-
    It
    wouldn't
    stop.
    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.
    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.
    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.
    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.
    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

    "-----------!!"
    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.
    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.
    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -
    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

    And then she woke up again.


    ========================================
    ...This was too much.

    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.
    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-
    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.
    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...
    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.
    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.
    None of it made sense.
    It was too much to bear.
    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.
    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.
    And there was one way to get out.
    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.


    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.
    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.
    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.
    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.
    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.
    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.
    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.
    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.
    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.
    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -
    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?
    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.
    And now - she was going to escape it -

    ------------

    "T-T-T-T......"
    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.
    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."
    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."
    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"
    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."
    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"
    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."
    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."
    "Good."
    ========================================
    Anyway.
    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.
    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.
    "Yep?"
    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"
    "H-Huh?"

    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.
    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.
    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.
    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.
    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.
    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."
    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.
    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"
    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."
    >"Then, could you maybe __________"
    >Send them off
    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)
    ========================================

    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

    "Well... if you say so."
    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.
    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.
    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.
    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!
    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!
    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?
    That's an official Felicitation!"

    And she was gone.


    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

    **Secondary Barrier Broken**
    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

    ......
    Oh wait, you're down there.

    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"
    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.
    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.
    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.
    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.
    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.
    But you couldn't. Not yet.
    You still had the willpower for one more try.
    >Use something from inventory: _________
    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________
    >Other: _____________
    >>Method to hold it in: ________
    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]
    ========================================
    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

    So.
    It had come down to this.
    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.
    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.
    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.
    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.
    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.
    “...”
    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

    At least, you think it's the right place.
    You're really not sure about this.
    Maybe it's a bit higher-

    “Nnnn...!!”

    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”
    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.
    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.
    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.
    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.
    If you just focused a bit more-




    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.
    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”
    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.
    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.
    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”
    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.
    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.
    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!
    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”
    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”
    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.
    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”
    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”
    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”
    “You talked to her?”
    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.
    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”
    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”
    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.
    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.
    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”
    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.
    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”
    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

    “..........Ah, ummm....”
    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.
    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.
    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”
    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”
    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.
    This was too much.
    You were backed completely into a corner.



    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”
    “Your student card...?”
    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”


    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.
    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-







    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”
    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

    “----------------!!!!!!!”

    Or not.
    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.
    “Haaah, haaah...”
    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.
    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.
    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”
    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”
    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.
    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”
    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.
    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.
    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!
    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.


















    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.
    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.
    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.






    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”
    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.
    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

    Well.
    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...
    …......
    …..........

    You wet.... yourself.... in school.
    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.
    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.
    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.
    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

    “...........”
    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.
    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.



    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**
    ========================================
    Chapter 1 Epilogue
    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.
    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 20 stat points**
    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

    Delicacy
    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.
    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.
    Appraise
    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.
    Pickup Artist
    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.
    Softness
    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.
    Pluck
    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.
    Useless skill
    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.
    It's time to allocate things!
    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.
    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.
    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).
    Exceptions:
    Appraise: 1->4
    Pickup Artist: 4->8
    Useless skill: 1 point per level
    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]
    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.
    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]
    ========================================
    [After a variety of discussion]

    +12 Speed
    +6 Style
    +1 Charm
    1 Point Remaining

    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!
    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!
    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!
    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.
    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!
    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!
    2.6 points remaining
    ========================================
    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...


    "......"
    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.
    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

    "Now... let's finish this."

    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**
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    "Ha.... haaaaaah...." You did it.
    You pulled the plan off, worked together perfectly, and somehow managed to defeat Eva Manhattan.
    Now you were free to try and find a way to escape the library in peace.
    Eva was still burning two floors above you, but she was tough, so you didn't doubt she'd manage to survive somehow--

    Eva's severed head falls to the ground next to you.


    "H-Huh...? Hang on, wait just a moment here..."
    Eva's head. It wasn't attached to her body. You weren't an expert in biology, but you knew enough to figure out that if someone had their neck cut, it meant that due to the disconnection of the arteries, the heart wouldn't be able to pump oxygenated blood to the brain, which therefore wouldn't be able to sustain itself and slowly stop functioning -- basically, they'd be dead.
    Your expert opinion was that if someone's head wasn't attached to their body, they were probably dead.
    Did the force of the ignition somehow blow her apart? Did she have other explosives hidden in her clothes which you accidentally set off?
    Well, no matter how it happened, that wasn't the most important thing, because at the moment,
    her head
    had fallen off.
    Did that make you a murderer? Would you get sent to detention? Or be locked up by big burly prison guards? Would you have to go to court? No way, you'd definitely lose, you were never even that good at basketball---
    "Lillica--!!" Felicity's urgent shout snaps you back to reality. "Something's wrong! The string... whatever's on the other end of the string is still moving!"
    Still moving...?
    Did that mean Eva had become a zombie?
    But that didn't make any sense, zombies were weak to fire--
    Calm down.
    Think for a moment.
    You notice something odd about the head that just fell next to you.
    You take a closer look.

    Aha.
    Ahaaaa.
    Upon closer inspection, it wasn't actually a real head. It was just a wooden cutout that looked exactly like her.
    That explains why it fell off - the burning body was actually a wooden substitute.
    "Lillica, it's heading your way!!"
    So you suppose that meant...

    "Lillica Plumb..." A battered Eva, also soaked in gasoline and clearly injured from the blast, comes out of the bookshelves behind you. "This was never any of your business, so I let you off and just had a bit of fun playing around with you here and there... but now that you've gone and actually made yourself a threat, I'm not gonna be quite so delicate with you any more.
    It was never something personal, Plumb... but you know what? It is now. You've caused me too much trouble for your own good. I'm gonna drive this hammer into your face, screw you into a plywood coffin, and drop you down the stairs into the deepest darkest cellar in the school!! Lillica Plumb, I'm out for your blood---!"
    Fortunately, you haven't become a murderer.
    Unfortunately, you might be about to become a victim.
    >Scream
    >Shoot more sparkles
    >Throw something else
    >Charge at her
    >Other: _____________
    ========================
    Wasting no time, you spin around and throw another sparkle at Eva!
    She survived the first one, so she can survive this somehow -- but she's definitely going to take some damage!

    "Heh!" Eva pulls out a wooden plank and guards against it! Eva was sharp - even though your bullets travel at the speed of light, she figured out their weakness.
    The bullets were so fast that even trying to think about how to avoid them once they were shot was a stupid idea.
    However, before they were shot... that was a different story.
    By carefully watching your arms, Eva could figure out you were about to throw a sparkle, and had a shield ready before your hand had even let go of the bullet!
    As expected of someone from the carpentry society, she was full of practical ideas.

    "Uuuuu..." You keep your distance and try to think of a way to finish this.
    There had to be something...

    But on the other hand, you felt you were probably forgetting something really kind of important.
















    ========================



    "A-Aaaa--Hyaaaaaahhh--?!"
    A quivering squeak an octave higher than your usual voice escapes from you.
    Something was wrong.
    Something was very wrong.
    You knew exactly what it was, but that didn't give you any extra time to think about it.
    There was only one clear, overriding thought ringing out in your head.
    The pressure of liquid inside you, related to something very personal, which was at a perfectly calm and manageable level for the last thirty minutes, had chosen that exact moment to stop holding itself back, and directly let you know exactly how full it was.
    The Princess Curse had struck, and it was time to face the consequences.
    The coffee you forced down for breakfast, the bottle of water you finished in the cupboard, the can of soda you gulped down after that, and probably some of the tea you had by now too--
    You urgently, desperately, absolutely, really, really needed to let them out soon.
    You needed the girls' room. You needed it a lot. Right now.
    Or something precious was going to overflow.

    "Hiiii---!! Hah, hah, hah---!" You were breathing heavily.
    You bend over and jam your hands hard between your legs, scrunching up your skirt and pushing with all your strength, while you try to keep your legs from shaking so you can squeeze them in tighter.
    You didn't know this yourself, but in terms of liquid alone, you were at about 86% capacity. Now, usually, that would already be pretty bad, but the effects of the Princess Curse sharpened the intensity even more: even if you weren't at your physical limit, you could feel the spasms in your lower body, the jolt-like twitches in your legs, and the unrelenting pressure, poised just before breaking point, pushing and trying to find any possible way to leak out.
    Oh no. Oh nooooo...
    There was no way. You weren't a girl with this kind of capacity.
    If you moved even a bit, you'd definitely-

    Something slipped out.
    Your hands feel the fabric of your skirt turn slightly damp, and hot.

    No, no, no, no, noooo!
    You couldn't! Not here! In fact, not ever! You were Lillica Plumb, the spritelike free spirit of the school, star of the darts club, and someone who still had her dignity as a girl, you definitely couldn't leak!
    You squeeze your legs even tighter and push hard with your hands. With a short gasp, the intensity cuts off, and you feel something close back up - for now, at least.
    Right.
    You got over the initial shock of the Princess Curse wearing off. You could hold it in for a few more minutes.
    As long as you didn't make any sudden movements.

    Crisis temporarily averted.
    But on the other hand, you felt you were probably forgetting something really kind of important.

    Oh, right.
    Eva Manhattan.
    >Scream: ________
    >Surrender
    >Fight back very carefully
    >Fight back very, very carefully
    >Ask Felicity or Mirie to do something: _________
    >Other: _________
    ========================
    The idea of relief is incredibly tempting.
    Just taking a deep breath, letting go, and feeling everything slowly flow out of you....
    You'd get your skirt wet, and the floor, but in return... it would feel really good...
    You couldn't even begin to imagine the sense of release that would wash over you.
    ---But on the other hand, you also definitely didn't want to imagine just how embarrassing that would be.
    You were definitely, absolutely too shy to do something like that!
    "H-H-Heeeelllppp!" You cry out urgently, since you were in an emergency situation in more ways than one.
    "Got it!" A voice quickly replies, and just as Eva swings her hammer down---

    A shining magenta ribbon wraps around her weapon and snatches it out of her hand!

    "I'm not sure what's wrong with Lillica right now, but I'm not going to let you lay a finger on her, you deranged carpen-terrorist!"
    Felicity dashes into battle amongst the puddles of gasoline on the floor - it takes you a moment to realize she'd made a portmanteau of 'carpenter' and 'terrorist'.
    She'd saved you in the nick on time - Felicity really was someone you could rely on when things got tough.
    "...Hmph." Eva grits her teeth, but seems to calm down. "I was sent here as the only one to take care of you because they know I'm stronger, Gateau. Do you really think you're a match for me just because you've stolen one of my hammers?"
    "Hah! If you think you can do better than that, why don't you just try and prove--"

    WHAM
    Felicity's speech was cut off as Eva shot a plank of wood into her stomach at deadly speed, hitting her with so much force that it knocked her off the floor and smashed her into the shelf behind her.
    "Proof enough for you, Gateau?" Eva's expression didn't change.
    "---Ggggkk....!"
    (Looks like Felicity may have been able to stop Hammer Time, but she still wasn't fast enough to compete with...

    .)========================

    "String Theory - Butterfly Mitt."
    Felicity's quick thinking saved her from the brunt of the damage, but she was clearly shaken.
    "Listen, Manhattan..." The light taps of her feet landing back on the floor were masked by the clattering of the plank as she tossed it aside. "Just because I don't go around showing off everything I can do every hour of the day, it doesn't mean that I'm not as capable as you! Jasmine trusts me to be her replacement for a reason!"

    The both of them leap into battle without holding anything back. Strings and splinters and nails fly in every direction between them, but while the exchange of blows was intense, it didn't look like either of them had the upper hand.
    No - if you looked closely, Felicity was slowly but surely losing ground.
    Someone else needed to step in, quick.
    >Call over to Mirie
    >Shout advice to Felicity
    >Shout distractions at Eva
    >Join the battle
    >Shoot Eva
    >Shoot one of the puddles of gasoline
    >Shoot Felicity
    >Other: _______
    ========================
    Inventory: Three school textbooks, a pad of lined paper, bottle of water, empty bottle, hairbrush, pencil case, student ID, 16 pencils, 6 pens, a metal ruler, an eraser, toilet paper, poison bottle, baseball, six screws, screwdriver, doorknob, green thymeglass stalk (kept in tissue), newspaper, Watchmaker Draft, Perfect Cola (RT), Watchmaker Draft (empty), Perfect Cola (RT) (empty), can of sand, empty pill wrapper, two bricks, two bottles of soap, broken broom handle, jug of gasoline, shoe, fifty-two cent coin.
    You also have $21.32 in cash.
    .....You haven't gained or lost anything since last time.
    It's reassuring to know there aren't any holes in your inventory.
    ========================
    Slowly, shakily, you get to your feet and try your best to look intimidating given the circumstances.
    "Felicity... thank you. You bought me enough time to think of a plan. I'm going to beat Eva once and for all with this move!"
    A wide, mocking grin grows across Eva's face.
    "...Give me your best shot then, Plumb."
    You breathe an inward sigh of relief. By triggering Eva's playful nature again, you've taken her attention off Felicity, and also made her let her guard down. You hoped Felicity would pick up on the right moment to act, but for now, it was time for you--

    "Haaaa-!"
    You swing your arm out and the poison bottle rockets across the library!

    "Hah! Is throwing things all you can do?" The bottle shatters into a spray of crystal against another of Eva's planks.

    But the moment she defends against the bottle, which you threw with your left hand, you leap forward and swing out your right hand, and shoot another sparkle at her before she realizes what's going on!

    The sparkle tears towards Eva at roughly 300,000,000 metres per second-
    ..............
    .......
    ...

    And shoots past, completely missing her.
    Its actual target - the fifty-two cent coin you also threw above her while she was distracted with the bottle.




    Ricocheting off the glass shards of the bottle, the beam of light zigzags across your field of vision, zips past the edge of her barrier plank, and with one last collision is sent directly towards her gasoline-soaked shirt!
    Eva doesn't even have time to cry out - this time you got her for real. Her clothes burst into flame, and while she hasn't been instantly killed, she's taking severe damage. One more hit and she'll be out for sure.

    **Eva has been inflicted with the burn status**
    Eva is now on fire.
    >Punch Eva
    >Say a cool one-liner: ______
    >Laugh
    >Other: ___________
    ========================
    "Ohohohohoho~~!" You still really needed the bathroom, but you'd earned the right to gloat over your victory a bit.
    "Eva Manhattan, it looks like your plans... have gone up in smoke."

    "Well, I guess I can't let you die. Someone of your strength is rare. Or... from the look of you... medium well."

    "Hey, Eva, have you got a fever? Because it looks to me like.... you're burning up."
    "Lillica, I'm going to murder you." Felicity pulls a shining silver ribbon tight between her hands.
    >Keep making one-liners
    >Punch Eva
    >Say you'll put the fire out if she lets you out of the library
    >Say you'll let her out of the library if she puts the fire out
    >Say the library will let her out if she sets you on fire
    >Other: _________
    (Bonus: "Better get Mirie to start writing up a cruel thesis... because it's time for the End of Eva.")
    =========================
    "A...Anyway. Enough of that." You quickly turn away to avoid Felicity's glare. "Eva Manhattan, I have a proposition for you. Let us out of the library and promise not to interfere with us again, and we'll help you put the fire out. How does that sound to-"
    *Crackle crackle crackle*
    The fire continues to burn and Eva rolls around on the floor in agony.
    You don't really think she's in a state to negotiate terms.

    "Umm, Lillica. She'll be pretty weak after this anyway, I think you should put the fire out or she might really die." Felicity shows her compassionate side.
    "Ah, right... good idea."
    You take a bottle of water from your inventory and unscrew the cap. Feeling the water sloshing around in the bottle, and the increasingly urgent pressure of the water sloshing around somewhere more private, you realize that watching a stream of water being poured on her is the last thing you want to see right now.

    "Ha...Haaaa!"
    But you were a kindhearted and caring girl, so you closed your eyes and emptied the bottle for Eva's benefit--

    *FWOOOOM*
    You feel the blast of heat as the fire grows even bigger.
    With the state you were in, maybe it was understandable that you forgot some of your basic science knowledge, but using water to try and extinguish a gasoline fire wasn't quite the best of ideas.
    Oil and water don't mix, so the burning fuel rises above the water without being put out, and the heat evaporates the water underneath it, the steam pressure propelling the fuel outwards and spreading the fire further. Good thing you learned this lesson now and not when it was an emergency with someone's life at stake, or anything like that.

    "-------!!!"
    Mirie jumps to the rescue with a damp towel which she uses to smother the flames.
    "...B-Because you scored above 10% in the library quiz..." She mumbles, "You earned the right to use this towel..."
    You wonder whether that meant if you hadn't taken the quiz, she wouldn't have saved Eva's life, but you decide not to ask.

    You didn't kill Eva. That was what was important.

    "......." Eva recovers and mutters under her breath.
    "Fine, fine. Satisfying my curiosity isn't worth being almost burnt to death. I've probably delayed you for long enough anyway, so I'll let you out if you leave me alone."


    With Eva's amazing rapid carpentry skills, the 2nd floor exit is unblocked in no time.

    Two problems down...

    "H-Hey Mirie, thanks for all your help with that. Really, we didn't know each other that well before this but now I think you're actually a really sweet and reliable girl, and we should definitely hang out in future. But, um, first of all, before Felicity and I go, it's okay if I borrow the library bathroom, right? Actually, for a while, I've kind of really had to go, and it's honestly getting a bit hard to hold it in, and with all the corridors blocked and everything it would be a real lifesaver if you just let me use the bathroom now..."
    Mirie pauses for a moment.
    "Actually, before we properly met, I thought you were just an irresponsible troublemaker, but... I agree. You're much more interesting and reliable than I expected, and I wouldn't mind seeing you come visit again. Let's be friends from now on, Lillica Plumb."
    *Relationship Upgrade: You have befriended Mirie Gutenberg!*

    "Mirie... thank you... I can use the bathroom now, right?"

    "No."
    "...H-Huh?"
    "...You're an admirable person, but that's that and this is this." The Merciless Angel of the Library explains. "I can't let myself bend the rules for you just because you've done me a favor, or because I like you as a person. If I started doing that, the value of the everyone else's efforts in the quiz would lose their meaning. Students in the library should have a fair and equal chance at the bathroom regardless of whether I like them or hate them."
    "E-Ehhh... is that so..."
    Your legs keep trembling, your hand clutching desperately between them.
    >Keep trying to convince Mirie
    >Quickly leave with Felicity
    >Ask Mirie for the cup
    >Other: ___________
    =========================
    "F-Felicity, let's hurry out of the library, quickly--!"
    "I was thinking the same!" Felicity agrees but likely for a slightly different reason.
    The both of you leap out of the library! The fresh air and natural sunlight are welcome sensations to return to, but that's not all that you see upon exit...

    "W-What's this?" You and Felicity stop in your tracks.
    Waiting outside the library was an eclectic crowd of students, all of whom had wanted to go inside but were barred entry by Eva's barricade! The two of you wanted out, and the others wanted in: you had no choice but to cross paths with them!

    "I'm from the Art Society, and I'm here to deliver these fountains to the library."
    He reveals a fully functional ensemble of stunning fountains in various styles, and the sound and sight of rushing water fills the corridor.
    Even though they were the absolute last things you wanted to see right now, looking at the fountains fills you with a sense of envy.

    "I'm from the Photography Club, and I was thinking of taking pictures of some hardworking students in here. The both of you are cute, do you mind if I take one? I've got good connections with the school magazine, so if you're lucky you could end up on the front page--"

    "I'm from the Robotics Society, and I need to research more into programming to stop this tickle robot we made from rampaging around and tickling every girl it sees. P-Please try and keep your distance from it, or I don't know what will happen."
    "...A-As usual, this school is filled with a really odd bunch of people..." Felicity mumbles. "Well, it's none of our business, so let's--"

    "L-Lillica? What's wrong?"
    >Tell Felicity what's wrong
    >Run back into the library
    >Carefully walk through the crowd
    >Charge through the crowd
    >Try to negotiate with the crowd
    >Other: _______
    ==The continuing saga of Lillica Plumb==
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    Well, fine then.
    =========================

    "Tch---!" Eva quickly takes out a saw and cuts the ribbons apart! "That's a pretty weak specialty there, Gateau! Anyone with something sharp could break out of this!"
    "I know my own weaknesses better than anyone else." Felicity is unaffected. "A bind with weak ribbons like that is only good for use as a distraction."

    "----!!" Eva realizes her mistake too late.

    The book and vase smash into the back of Eva's head, the sound of the impact echoing through the room accompanied by the pattering rain of shattered porcelain shards!

    And Felicity doesn't let up. Before Eva even has a chance to cry out, another ribbon snatches her by the ankle--

    And yanks her foot out from under her, stringing her upside-down!
    "Lillica! Now!"
    The both of you charge towards her, but Eva wasn't taken out yet.

    Using her rapid carpentry skills, she creates a triangular barrier of three wooden doors around her!
    >Open the doors
    >Let Felicity open a door first
    >Throw something at her exposed leg
    >Throw something at the ribbon to cut it and let her fall
    >Other: _______
    =========================

    Inventory: Three school textbooks, a pad of lined paper, bottle of water, empty bottle, hairbrush, pencil case, student ID, 16 pencils, 6 pens, a metal ruler, an eraser, toilet paper, poison bottle, baseball, six screws, screwdriver, doorknob, green thymeglass stalk (kept in tissue), newspaper, Watchmaker Draft, Perfect Cola (RT), Watchmaker Draft (empty), Perfect Cola (RT) (empty), can of sand, empty pill wrapper, fifty-two cent coin.
    You also have $21.32 in cash.
    You use your telepathy to check up on Jasmine.
    "Ah, hello, Lillica. Are you doing well? If you're in a pinch, you don't have to worry about me. I'm the president of the Tea Society with a thousand tea-powered robots at my command, so I can manage fine by myself. Now, I've got a meeting to attend with the president at the Sydney Opera House, so take care, and remind Felicity to eat her vegetables properly. Okay?"
    Of course, you made all that up. You don't have telepathy.
    (Didn't manage to fit that second bit in, but I'll just say it wouldn't really bother Eva enough.)
    "L-Lillica, what are you doing?" Felicity exclaims.
    "Don't worry, I've got an idea!" You dismantle one of the doors and carry it to the edge of the library.
    "Eva could escape at any moment!"
    "Then we'll just escape first!"

    Here. A blank wall in front of some shelves. By looking out the window next to it, you see that there's an open patch of grass directly opposite. This will work. You quickly reattach the door to the wall, and pull out the doorknob from your inventory, screwing that onto it as well.

    It's finished!
    "...L-Lillica, I really hope that your idea isn't what I'm thinking it is..."
    "Wait, I've got a good feeling about this!"
    You reach for the new doorknob, turn it, and--

    "N-No way?!" Felicity's voice is incredulous.
    The door was opening inwards into what should have been a brick wall.
    "Come on, let's get out of here!" You fling it open, charge through, and-


    You have made it back to the storage cupboard.
    "....Eh? Ehhh?"
    You're even more confused than Felicity now.
    There's no mistaking the broken brooms, the rags, and the bent metal bucket. This is exactly the same storage cupboard as this morning.
    Just... how did...?
    ...Ahh, that's right. The doorknob you had was the one from the storage cupboard entrance. The one on the inside being broken was what caused that mess in the first place, so you kept the outer doorknob, which still worked. And now, since you attached that doorknob to this new door, the door became the new entrance to the cupboard.
    Riiight.
    ...No, that still doesn't make any sense at all!
    >Get in the cupboard
    >Check back on Eva
    >Get items from cupboard
    >Other: _________
    =========================
    <There was a 1-week gap in updates here>
    =========================

    "It's been a while, so before we continue with the story, we'll have a recap! It must be difficult to read through all 29 pages so far to get up-to-date, so for anyone just starting, you can read this instead. Here we go, it's time for Mirie Gutenberg's special summarized version of the story so far!"

    "Lillica Plumb is an ordinary slightly tomboyish high-school girl. One day, she ends up late for school, but by exploring the corridors, she realizes something very strange is going on."

    "Various different school clubs, including the disciplinary division, the boxing club and the tea society have been tasked to mysteriously guard the entrance to a section of the school building at any cost. Lillica is unable to get past them."

    "However, she befriends the head of the Tea Society, Jasmine Chamomile, and the both of them end up drinking called 'Princess Curse Tea', which means they have to meet up again in 32 minutes or else something really bad and embarrassing will happen.
    The two of them promise that when they meet again, they'll team up to solve the mystery of what's happening in the school."

    "Jasmine sends Lillica to the library to meet a younger member of the tea society, Felicity Gateau."

    "B-But what's this?! Felicity's dead! Lillica finds her corpse in the middle of the library!"

    "Faced with no choice, Lillica must pick up the skills she gained as a secret government agent in her youth, a traumatic past which she sealed away, in order to battle the mysterious cap-wearing girl who was responsible!"

    "But unbeknownst to Lillica, the true identity of the cap-wearing girl is none other than her evil twin, Runasa Plumb, who was separated at birth and grew up training with Shaolin monks in the heart of the Russian wastelands in the forbidden arts of Neo-Cubism! She plans to kill Lillica and take her place!"

    "And not only that, but there's a lethal explosive device stuck to Lillica's panties that will blow her apart the moment it gets wet! Will she be able to make it to the bathroom in time at this rate?"

    "And who is this mysterious yet stunningly beautiful swordswoman who aids Lillica from the shadows? It seems she has the solutions to everything--!"
    "Answers to all of these and more, in the coming updates of..."

    -LILLICA QUEST-


    (Note: may differ with the facts)
    =========================
    You start searching through the cupboard to see what might be worth taking, Felicity staying close behind you.
    "...Umm, Lillica, I was actually wondering about this for a while, but... What's up with all the sparkles floating around you?"
    "Ahh, dunno. I just drank some Unremembered Orange and I got these."
    "Y-You drank that? You really are as fearless as the rumors say..."
    "Hmmm."
    Felicity reaches out to touch one of them.

    ZAP.
    *Felicity has taken 10 damage.*
    "Gyaaaaah!" She pulls her hand away immediately. "T-T-That hurt!"
    "Eh?" You turn around. "S-Sorry, I had no idea..."
    "Well, not that much, but it was still a bit of a sting..."
    "I'll try to keep them in check, then." You grab a few of the more distant sparkles so they don't float away.
    Anyway, you salvaged what you could from the cupboard.

    You noticed there were two bricks and a container full of gasoline that weren't there before. Oh well, you take those too.
    "I've got a few ideas to get us out of here, but we'll need Mirie's help." You stand back up. "Can you call her ov-"Before you even finish talking, Felicity yanks hard on one of the ribbons at her side, and from the other end of the room you hear a soft cry.

    A few moments later, Mirie arrives.
    You explain your plan to her.
    "...T-That won't work..." She mumbles.
    "Huh? Why not?"

    "By attaching the cupboard doorknob to this new door, you've overridden the previous connection. Even if you closed the door and I got rid of the doorknob on this side, you would still only be able to exit the cupboard back into the library. If you wanted to use this door to get outside, you'd need a doorknob leading to outside."
    "...And how exactly do you know this?"
    "I read."
    "As if there's any book in the world that explains messed-up door science like this!!"
    "......"
    "Then how about this? Get one of the doorknobs from a blocked-off exit, and install it on this door. Will that work?"Mirie's face darkens.

    "...I..I'm not sure about that one. T-This is a single door and all the exits are double doors. If you tried mixing doorknobs between them... I'm not sure what will happen."
    "You mean there's nothing written in books about it?"
    "Nobody in the history of mankind was brave enough to try it out."
    >Sure, let's try it out
    >The only place that plan sounds like it will lead to is a game over screen
    >Check on Eva
    >Other: __________
    =========================
    All the windows you can see are barred by gratings. "...Let's give it a try."You rush over and unscrew the door handles from the library exit, and replace the doorknobs on your makeshift portal.

    It's done. Somehow, it's done in less than twenty seconds.
    "Here goes nothing." You reach out for the handles, but-

    "Lillica Plumb." Mirie calls out from behind you, "Are you really sure you want to open that door? Nobody knows what might happen if you do."
    >I'm sure.
    >Actually, wait...
    >Other: _______
    =========================
    (I was actually going to make Lillica do this anyway ;_; )
    "...It's the best chance we've got." You reply solemnly as you take steps towards the door. "Jasmine's waiting for us. She's relying on Felicity, and she said she'd look forward to seeing me again. She could be in danger, too; if Eva's been sent here to stop us, who knows what sort of dangerous character could be attacking her right now? I'm not usually someone who takes responsibilities like this, but when it comes to things I want to do, I don't let risks or danger get in my way. I'm opening this door. Felicity, you're coming too, right?"
    "...Y-Yeah." She sounds slightly meek for a moment but is quickly back to normal. "T-Trust Lillica to come up with a risky plan like this. It's the best we've got right now, so if it works I can't complain."
    "Then let's go." You reach your hand out, grasp the handle, and-
    "...Actually, wait, this is a bit scary, Felicity, could you open the door with string or something?"
    "Well, that's actually the smarter idea but I can't help but be a bit disappointed now."
    "...T-The door opens inwards. String won't work." Mirie quietly reminds you.
    "Ahh, then..." You pull out a broken broom handle you got from the storage cupboard. "I'll try and push it open with this!"
    Staying as far back as possible, you jab the handle forwards and push the door out.
    Sunlight pours in along with the scent of fresh air.

    "I-It's the outside! We did it!" You cheer. "Come on, we have to hurry!"

    "Lillica Plumb." Mirie calls out from behind you, "Just because you can see your destination doesn't mean the journey's safe."
    "Huh? We opened the door fine without breaking the universe or anything, so what else could go wrong?"

    "Here." You throw the broom handle through the doorway.

    ..............
    ..............................
    ............................................

    "GYAAAAAAAAAAA-----!!" You scream.
    "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!" Felicity screams.
    "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-----!!" Mirie screams.
    You are all terrified.
    >Scream for a bit longer
    >Close the door
    >Run away
    >Other: __________
    =========================



    (Lillica ;_; )
    =========================
    (Mr Ribbon ;_; )
    =========================
    "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-------------------!!!"
    You scream a lot.
    What have you done? You've created an unclosable portal that would instantly transmogrify unwitting passersby into surrealist horrors the moment they stepped through it! You could be responsible for the deaths of innocent students trying to enter the library!
    And how were you going to escape? What if Jasmine hates you now? Well, no, she actually said she wouldn't hold it against you if you couldn't make it on time, but still, you would feel sad.
    "L-Lillica, relax..." Mirie mumbles. "I'll just put a sign up saying not to use this door... T-Then we can go around to the entrance and close it from the outside..."
    Oh, that could work. But you need to get out first.
    That was a terrible, terrible idea, but you could at least make the threat and see if she believed it."...Hey, Eva." You spin around and walk up to her again.
    There was no reply.

    She was gone.
    Using a saw or pliers or something else, she'd cut away the ribbon around her leg and escaped long ago, going back into hiding. Since none of you were guarding the stairs, she could once again be anywhere in the entire library.
    You were back at square one.
    "....Heheheheh." Felicity smirks beside you. "She might have been able to cut the ribbon, but looks like she's not so sharp after all."
    "W-What do you mean?"
    Felicity walks a few paces forward, bends down, and picks up something tiny from the floor, before stretching both her arms wide.

    "String Theory."
    You see a shimmer of light dart between her fingers in an instant.
    "When I trapped Eva, I attached a second string to her, too tiny for her to see or offer any resistance as she moved. She thinks she's hidden herself, but we can actually follow this string right to her! This is what she gets for underestimating my skill for the second time! It's the perfect chance for a surprise attack!"
    The faces of both you and Mirie light up.
    "You're amazing, Felicity!"
    "H-Hmph! S-Something like this is nothing special...!" She turns her eyes away.
    So now you had a lead.
    >Plan for a surprise attack: ____________
    >Other: ______
    (I can't think of any other choices ;_; )
    =========================
    "Right." You pump both your fists. "We'll follow this string carefully and see where she is. Then we'll plan our attack for real."The other two girls nod. You can barely see the string itself, but Felicity's guidance is simple and clear.
    It leads you back up one of the side staircases and onto the second floor, where you entered.

    Now, first a bit about the library structure again.
    There was the basement floor, the first floor and the second floor, as you know.

    But floors 3-5 were ring-shaped: there was a hole in the middle that allowed natural sunlight to pour in from the skylight in the roof all the way down to the second floor.
    That's what's important to know right now.

    "...These stairs definitely weren't here before, right?"
    "Nope."
    The string leads up them, towards the upper floor.
    All three of you look up...

    And see that the third, fourth and fifth floor openings have all been covered by a jagged network of thick plank bridges.
    "T-This girl's crazy...!" You gasp.
    "No..." Felicity frowns as she lowers her voice to a whisper, "This was actually her best move. She doesn't know how much of the library I've wrapped in my String Theory network, so her answer was to create her own space in midair where I wouldn't have set anything up! I won't be able to use the same tricks as last time on her without more time!"
    Time was the last thing on your side right now.
    "Plus, we can't see her from here." Felicity reminds you. "She could be above any one of those planks and we wouldn't know until we approached, and she'd be able to see us coming from a long way off. Though, of course... with this string, we could track her down easily." The coy smile returns to her face.
    "She's up on that plank, the central one two floors above us. Looks like she doesn't know that we know she's there. Lillica, if you think you can finish this fight in one attack, you could throw something up there at her and end it now. Or, since she's on the fourth floor, we could send Mirie up to the fifth to drop something on her while we keep her attention."
    A chance to end the fight now was in reach... or was it too risky?
    >Throw something up (Throw what?)
    >Have Mirie drop something down: _____
    >All three of you go up the stairs onto the plank network and beat her at close range
    >Other: _____

    Inventory: Three school textbooks, a pad of lined paper, bottle of water, empty bottle, hairbrush, pencil case, student ID, 16 pencils, 6 pens, a metal ruler, an eraser, toilet paper, poison bottle, baseball, six screws, screwdriver, doorknob, green thymeglass stalk (kept in tissue), newspaper, Watchmaker Draft, Perfect Cola (RT), Watchmaker Draft (empty), Perfect Cola (RT) (empty), can of sand, empty pill wrapper, two bricks, two bottles of soap, broken broom handle, jug of gasoline, shoe, fifty-two cent coin.
    You also have $21.32 in cash.
    =========================
    "....I-I can't. Definitely not." Mirie's lips form a frown that was probably meant to be stern but ends up looking cute as she shakes her head. "I won't agree to this plan."
    "Eeeehhhh? Why?"
    She gives you a cold leer.
    "Y-You should respect your books more..."
    Ohh, right. Well, you suppose you should have seen that coming.

    "Hmmm, Lillica..." Felicity interrupts, "Didn't you pick up a jug of gasoline from the cupboard? Wouldn't that be the best idea? It's a liquid, so Eva wouldn't be able to dodge it, then all you'd have to do is throw something that could set it alight."
    "T-That could work." Mirie nods. "I'll also temporarily disable the library's fire alarm system."
    "Good thinking." Felicity nods back, liking the idea more and more. "Now, Lillica, you've got something flammable, right?"

    You think over everything in your inventory.
    Something that could start a fire...?
    "...Sorry, Felicity, but I don't think I have anything like th-"

    .............
    ........................
    ".....Actually..... I do."
    ==================================
    ==================================
    The plan is set in motion. You and Felicity raise your voice and start discussing completely different strategies to keep Eva's attention, while Mirie quickly runs up the stairs to the fifth floor and shakily steps onto the network of planks.
    In truth, Eva wasn't the type to leave such a large opening: all of the planks were in fact set up with various traps that would instantly repel any intruders, but she'd overlooked one thing. Mirie was already quite a small girl, and on top of that, her unique set of wings had the ability to give her a 30% weight reduction (see chapter 6)! Mirie was simply too light to set off any of Eva's traps, and for that reason, Eva Manhattan was completely oblivious to any attacks coming from above!

    Wasting no time, Mirie pulls the cap off the container and empties the contents onto the planks below!

    "W-What the-?!" Eva couldn't have seen it coming. The gasoline completely soaks her and her platform like a tropical flash storm!

    And now, it was time for you.

    It was thanks to Felicity's string that you managed to find Eva and launch this attack.
    It was thanks to Mirie's courage that Eva was now an open target.
    In your action, in your window of opportunity, you were riding on the fruits of both their efforts, and now you had something that was capable of setting the world aflame.
    Aim wasn't even an issue. You were Lillica Plumb, the girl who could read trajectories and paths better than any other in the school, with all of mechanics, aerodynamics, and the fundamental laws of motion burned right into your instincts.
    You wouldn't miss.
    You never missed.
    So now, all you had to do was throw it.
    That's right.
    You were going to throw...
    >The shoe
    >The screwdriver
    >The soap
    >The newspaper
    >The hairbrush
    >Felicity
    >Other: ______________
    =========================










    ==Next time: The stunning conclusion to the library arc (Maybe)==
  4. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 8 - Manhattan Transfer   
    >I'll guess! You're definitely wearing ________!
    >No, no, no, this is a stupid bet! No way!
    >Please don't deny all my good ideas with one-word answers!
    >Other: _______
    ========================
    "No way! I'm not betting my panties! Boy or girl, the only person who's allowed to touch those is me! I'm changing the stakes! Since the odds are in your favor, instead I'm going to bet my---"

    "I'm going to bet my sk---"

    "Keep going. You want to bet your...?"
    "Actually, sorry, never mind. Forget I said that."
    You're not the sort of girl who can walk around freely with nothing covering her waist except panties. In fact, you're not sure you ever want to become that sort of girl.
    >Go along with the original bet
    >Forget the bet and attack her with some sort of strategy
    >Try to get more information from her somehow
    >Other: _______
    ========================
    I accidentally missed the 'skirt vs jeans' part before drawing, but it all works out.
    "Heheheheh." You're not falling for this girl's tricks.
    You've seen through everything! There was nothing to be afraid of!
    "You thought you'd scare me off with something like that? Unfortunately for you, I've figured out exactly what you're doing! No reasonable girl would ever risk losing her panties! You would only suggest something like that in the first place if you had nothing to lose! But I've seen through your plot! Untangled your scheme! Shot through your fog of obfuscation with my shining bullet of truth!
    I'll bet my panties!
    The only possible answer, mysterious girl, is that you're not wearing anything under those jeans! How's that?!"

    "Nope."

    "Huh?"

    "Huuuuh?"
    "Hand over your panties, Plumb."
    "Wait, wait, this wasn't supposed to happen..."
    "Panties."
    "Can I get another go---"
    "Panties. Now."

    So it's come to this. Somehow, over the course of the morning, you've gone from the cool, carefree Lillica Plumb to a witless girl taking off her panties in the middle of the school library. All color seems to drain from the world around you. You've lost something important, and it isn't just your underwear.
    You start to worry about eyes appearing in the floor beneath you, and wishing that you could pass a law banning cameras below a certain altitude.
    Slowly, emptily, you hitch up the sides of your skirt, hook your fingers round the waistband of your panties, and shakily slide them down.
    Was your skirt always this short? Suddenly it feels way too short. It feels insane that you would wear anything not at least ankle length and weighted down by 2 kilogram steel blocks.
    **Lillica has gained the No Panties status: Shyness + 50**

    "H-Here you are."
    Your dignity slowly crumbles away.
    ========================
    "If you want my panties that badly....."

    "Then here they are--!!"
    You're not sure what's possessing you to do this, but wrapping your panties around your hand, you make an instant grab at her cap!
    The 'first reply decides' rule hasn't been broken just yet.
    It's heavier than a normal cap - that's because it has a live grenade inside. You're also inexplicably not surprised by the fact the mysterious girl has another cap underneath.
    What's most important...

    Is flinging the grenade back at its owner!
    "What the--?!" The girl clearly didn't see this coming, as she stands stunned for a few vital moments.
    Lillica Plumb, star of the darts club. The accuracy of your throws was unmatched throughout the entire school, and the incredibly lethal cap-grenade-panties combination was headed on a direct path towards the girl's face!
    ...Okay, you weren't that cruel. You were actually aiming at her cap to make them both stick. If she wanted to survive, she'd have to throw her second hat away as well, and you'd finally be able to get a look at her face!
    It was a tricky shot, but there's no way you would miss!

    ...Unless it was blocked by something else.
    The mysterious girl pulls out a wooden plank and catches the cap on it!

    "Right back at you, Lillica!"
    "Ehhhhhh-----?! That's not fair, it was such a good idea too!"
    The mysterious girl has thrown the plank back!

    What's more, she's hammered a series of sharp nails into it, so you won't be able to catch it!
    The super-deadly cap-grenade-panties-plank-nails combination is headed towards you!
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Be rescued at the last moment by Felicity
    >Other: ________
    ========================
    "Haaaaaaah----!!"
    It was time! A life-or-death crisis, the perfect opportunity to unleash your hidden power!
    You focus your inner energy, your aura flares up to its maximum, and at the very last moment...

    ...You realize that you don't have enough free skill points to unlock any of your dormant powers.






    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Be rescued at the last moment by Felicity
    >Other: ________ <This option has been temporarily disabled due to a glitch in the game engine>
    ========================
    <<Comments about the forced choice prompt Rainyday to decide that Lillica will in fact not be rescued by Felicity>>

    "No helping it, then~~~~~!" Felicity beams as she jumps out from behind a shelf. "It looks like you're in a big pinch, Lillica! Even though I wasn't unhappy at all being on the sidelines, and helping you with this is unnecessary trouble, you're so helpless on your own that it looks like I've got no choice! You better be grateful for this, because it's not like I'm doing this because I want to or anything~~~!"

    But before she could do anything, you reacted on your own: pulling out the screwdriver and a fountain pen from your inventory, you quickly grip one in each hand and use them to parry the deadly plank! You weren't going to go down that easily!
    You quickly toss the plank to the side where it harmlessly explodes without damaging anything else.

    "...Well, that's okay too."
    Anyway, Felicity's here now.
    >Attack the mystery girl two-against-one
    >Don't attack, but use the threat of attacking as leverage for more information
    >Signal for Mirie to do something
    >Other: ____________
    ========================
    "We've got you surrounded! Keep still and answer our questions!"
    "...You've got nothing on me. You think something like this could keep me down? I'd like to see you try." She's acting nonchalant, but it's clear she's a bit bothered.
    "First and foremost..." You grip the pen in your hand tighter, "Tell us who you are."
    "Hah!" A grimace. "That's one thing I'm not telling you no matter what. Information is power, Lillica Plumb! As long as I know who you are, and you don't know me, I have complete tactical control of-"

    "Eh? You mean it isn't obvious? The only person in school who can work with wood and nails that quickly is Eva Manhattan from the carpentry club, right?"

    "Eeeeeehhhhhhhhhh----------?!"
    The both of you are equally shocked.
    Well, you really suppose that you should have paid more attention to the other school societies.
    Either way, that was one mystery solved.
    >Ask about something else: ___________
    >Demand to be let out
    >Demand panties
    >Other: ________
    ========================
    "First off... panties!" You proclaim audaciously. "It's your fault that my panties blew up, so give me another pair!"

    "W-Why are you talking about panties so much?! Look, I'm in the fashion society, remember? Come round to the club room later and I'll make you a new pair however you want, so stop talking about things like panties, okay?"
    "Ohhhh. Thanks, Felicity!"
    "I-I'm not doing it for you." A pause. "More importantly, while I was very impressed by how you managed to disarm her grenade, did you really have to use your panties to grab the cap?"
    "There was superglue-"
    "Couldn't you have just used some paper or anything like that?"

    ".........."
    That was a good point.

    "A-Anyway. Eva Manhattan, tell us what's going on! Why haven't I been able to get to a bathroom all day?!"
    "That's a good question, isn't it? Well, you're not the only one that's wondering."

    "Isn't it mysterious? They section off a whole chunk of school without warning, and get some of the strongest and most reliable students in the school to make sure nobody ever gets past. You've gotta wonder what they're up to, haven't you?"
    "Y...You don't know either?"
    "None of us know, and that's why we're trying to find out."
    "If you want to find out, then why are you keeping us trapped here? How are you-"
    But then it hits you.
    So simple that you almost missed it.
    You stare intently at Eva Manhattan, and then at Felicity Gateau behind her.
    Suddenly it makes sense. And not the good kind.
    "...You... You're keeping Felicity here while someone else tries to get past Jasmine."
    "Whoops, looks like you've seen through my plan~" She doesn't seem surprised in the least. "But there's a whole world of difference between knowing what I'm doing and stopping me from doing it."
    >Attack her right now
    >Keep talking to her (About what?)
    >Tell something to Felicity
    >Signal for Mirie to do something
    >Other: _________
    ========================
    "Felicity... we need to finish this quickly! Mirie and I will-""Wait, Lillica." Felicity's voice is calm and controlled. "This girl is trying to interfere with both my job and Jasmine's as well. By doing that, she's declared herself as an enemy of the entire Tea Society."

    "Eva Manhattan, let me tell you now... but Jasmine and I aren't people you want to make enemies of."
    Never breaking eye contact, Felicity slowly raises both her arms, flicks them forwards, and--




    "W-What the---?!"
    From every corner of the library, thick ribbons dart out from behind the shelves and corner Eva like trained hunting eels, winding themselves around her and restricting her movement before she could even react!
    "Felicity! Y-You can control ribbons?!" You gasp.
    "...Lillica, please don't suddenly give me superpowers." Felicity sighs back. "They're not floating. Each one of them is being strung along by a much thinner thread; I wove them around the area while you two were talking."
    "Still, that's pretty amazing, isn't it?"
    "Hmmm. Well, I guess it's useful for things like this." She nods. "This is my signature style that I developed by combining my skills in the sewing club with Jasmine's guidance. It's not that strong, but it's fast, flexible, and fierce. A fighting style based around threads. I call it..."

    "String Theory."
    (I need to start reminding myself that this is an omorashi story and not an action manga)
    ==Next Chapter: Lillica is forced to use 'that'==
    ========================
    Bonus:
    Not quite an update, but a reminder that you should watch Lillica Quest in Hi-def 1080p and not the LQ camrip version.

  5. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 7 - The Importance of being Punctual   
    "Hey, hey, did you see that? Somehow during the last 20 minutes, the door got completely barricaded and now you've shown up without any of us realizing! By any chance, do you know what's going on?"


    The mysterious newcomer leaps out of her seat and sprints away into the shadows of the bookshelves.
    That's one harsh rejection. She could have just said 'no'.
    >Chase after her
    >Go back to Felicity
    >Go back to Mirie
    >Go off on your own
    >Other: __________
    =======================
    That's right! She's definitely a suspicious person! Wasting no time, you dash after her and round the corner of the bookshelf--

    --Finding yourself face-to-face with a cheap plywood door in between the two shelves, the gaps round the sides far too narrow to fit through.
    Now, this definitely wasn't supposed to be here.
    >Open it and go through
    >Turn around and go back to Mirie/Felicity
    >Turn around and find a different way around the shelves
    >Other: _____
    =======================
    (Busy during the holiday time but I should be around for at least a handful of updates today)
    You ready the Watchmaker Draft. As usual, you need to finish the whole thing for the effect to activate.
    Wary about losing sight of the mysterious girl, you gulp it down as fast as you can.

    *Max HP +50*
    You cough a bit and wipe your mouth. You suddenly feel much weaker, and realise it's because you now have a much lower percentage of your max HP.
    You're really glad you drank that Princess Curse so drinking all this extra doesn't make you need to go any worse, but on the other hand it does nothing to prevent you feeling very full and slightly dizzy.
    You can only drink one more can; you pull the tab off the Perfect Cola (RT).


    *HP complete recovery*
    You feel revitalized, but you really don't want to drink anything else for a while. Even though you don't feel the pressure in your 'secondary' liquid storage due to the tea, you know that it's probably just as full.
    But anyway. Now you're all set. You grip your pen and burst through the door, ready for anything---


    And a giant wooden battering ram slams right into you and smashes you into the opposite wall, for 507 damage.
    If it makes you feel any better, it broke the frame of the door as well.
    **YOU HAVE DIED**



    You're in front of the door. You already swallowed down the contents of both cans and feel ready to take on anything. You reach to open the door but have the lingering feeling this could be a trap.
    You also have the lingering feeling that you probably should have felt that sooner, but you don't know what that means.
    >Go back to Mirie
    >Go back to Felicity
    >Take a different path
    >Open the door and immediately duck down as low as possible
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    You return to Felicity to find her still beside the Library exit.
    "...No way." She sighs. "I don't think any of us three can get the planks off this door. We're not going anywhere through this exit unless we find the one who boarded it up in the first place and forced them to undo it."
    "About that... I think I might have a clue about who did it?"
    "Hmm?"
    "I didn't see her face, but it's a girl with an orange cap, long pants and a ponytail. She ran off between the shelves, and now there's a door blocking the path that I think it would be a really bad idea to open carelessly."
    "Hmmm." Felicity makes a show of sighing deeply. "I've got to get to Jasmine in the next five minutes. Well, if I tell her how we were boarded in, she'll probably forgive me, but something like that won't be able to heal my lost pride!
    I suppose I've got no choice, then. Lillica, since our interests coincide, and for absolutely no other reason, I'll team up with you to get out of here, whether that involves finding an alternate exit, or beating that girl down by force!"
    You don't know Felicity that well, but she seems very reliable. You remember how her graceful charisma made her instantly popular among girls and boys alike, and her outspoken attitude made her a force not to be crossed with.
    Mirie definitely had a few strange fans, as well. It seems you've been surrounded by popular girls today.
    But more importantly, you needed a plan.
    >"Let's ask Mirie about any other exits."
    >"Let's begin chasing the mysterious girl right away."
    >"By the way, I should tell you, even if it's technically okay for you to be late, we really, really shouldn't take longer than eight minutes, because..."
    >"Felicity, what type of panties are you wearing today?"
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "By the way, I should tell you, even if it's technically okay for you to be late, we really, really shouldn't take longer than eight minutes, because..."
    "Because?"
    "Jasmine and I... kind of drank this tea... and it has a time limit..."
    Felicity's eyes begin to narrow.
    "...And what's this tea called?"
    ".......Princess Curse."

    "Whaaaattttttttttt??!!?"
    Felicity's face turns completely white for a moment.
    Huh? Was it really that much of a shock? Since Jasmine kept a jar of it on the shelf, you thought it wasn't that out of the ordinary for girls to drink some of it. Maybe it was even a regular thing. All the tea club girls would clear their timetables, sit down and share out some of the mystic tea, then when the time limit was up quickly all dash out of the room to head to the - okay yes that was a silly idea.
    But still. It can't have been that surprising, right?
    "Felicity...?"
    "This... this is bad..." She mumbled, still shaking a bit.
    "Well, I guess it is pretty bad, since if we don't finish this in eight minutes I'll kind of be in a---"
    "No, you don't matter! I'm talking about Jasmine!"
    "Huh?" Ignoring the way she instantly dismissed your suffering, you were now a bit confused. "But Jasmine still has the rest of the tea with her, right? Couldn't she just make more Princess Curse to extend her time limit?"
    "...Listen, Lillica." She takes a deep sigh, a genuine one this time. "There's a reason the tea is called 'Princess Curse' and not something less dangerous like 'Princess Gamble' or 'Princess Slight Inconvenience'. It's got a lot of conditions that only lead to big trouble nine times out of ten."
    "You mean like how you can't use the bathroom while the timer's still on?"
    "Yeah, that's one of them." She looks away for a moment. "But there's another one that's much, much worse."
    "Which is...?"
    You're starting to have a suspicion of what it is, but you hope you're wrong.
    "You can't drink the tea more than once at a time."
    Nope, you were completely right.
    "Really bad side-effects happen if you drink more while the timer's still running, and even worse if you drink it while under the effect of multiplied desperation. There's no way for Jasmine to extend her timer."
    ...Shouldn't Jasmine have explained this to you before?
    No, the thought crosses your mind that maybe she didn't want to scare you off because she wanted to drink more tea with you.
    "B-But..." You quickly think, "Jasmine said if I'm not back in time, she'll just go on her own! She knows the risks as well, so she'd get to a bathroom before things got really bad!"
    "Yes, she'd be able to do that if you didn't turn up, but... I'm stuck here as well. I can't take over her shift!"
    "If it got really really bad, it would be worth taking a small break for, wouldn't it?"
    "No." Felicity's final statement is cold and heavy, to the extent she sounded scared of what she was saying herself. "Jasmine can't leave her post under any circumstances until I get there. We were told... that if anyone got past our station, the Tea Society would be disbanded..."
    And the penny drops.
    >We need to chase after that girl right now!
    >No, think smart. Ask Mirie about other exits.
    >No, think smarter. Use a plan so clever that it isn't listed as a choice: ____________
    >"Felicity, what type of panties are you wearing today?"
    =======================
    That's right. Think smart. Having a good plan was more important than executing a bad plan quickly.The both of you go over to Mirie and explain the situation to her.

    "...I see." She nods. You're still amazed that book can stay on her head when she does that. "I-If someone's causing trouble in the library... it's my job to stop them..."
    "It's good that you're taking action," Felicity interrupts, "But what's more important for both me and Lillica right now is that we have an important appointment and we want to get out of here fast. Can you tell us about the exits?"
    Mirie shuffles around in her desk for a moment before taking out a piece of paper.
    "A... a map of the library..."
    "Ah, something useful!" A smile appears on Felicity's face as she takes it, and instantly vanishes the moment she actually looks at the map.

    (Note: you don't need to read all this)

    "What the heck is thiiiiisssss----?!"
    "A... A map..."
    "A map?! You call this essay a map? Mirie Gutenberg, you are the only librarian in the world who would write out a freaking map in the form of a five page literary short story!! Why can't you just give us directions in a way that's goddamn normal?! This so-called 'map' is a failure! A catastrophe! That's it, it's a maptastrophe!"
    "R-Reading is important..."
    "Do you know what else is important?! Actually knowing where the exits to this place are as fast as possible!!"
    "R-Read faster..."
    "By the time we finish reading this, half our time limit will have vanished into thin air! Don't try to pretend that the written medium isn't preceded by hundreds of years of oral tradition!! Just save this for another day and tell us!!"
    "A-Auuuuu...."
    Felicity is kind of angry.
    You quietly stand by as another few vicious lines are shot back and forth between the two, until Mirie finally caves to quiet Felicity down.
    "Y-You tried hard on the test, so I'll help..." She straightens her coat. "There are a few other ways out. Downstairs there's the first floor entrance to the building, and every level has a door that leads to the fire escape stairs..."
    So now you have a few options.
    Now that Felicity's calmed down a bit, you take the chance to ask.
    "Hey, Felicity..."
    "Yes?"

    "What type of panties are you wearing?"

    "W-W-W-What are you saying?! Why do you need to know something like that? What sort of messed-up mind do you need to have to think that my panties have anything to do with the current situation?"
    Instantaneous reaction.
    "Ahh, wait, I had a good reason..."
    "Oh really? Why don't you tell me why you're so interested, then?" She doesn't lower her guard for a moment.
    "The ability, the ability. I was wondering whether they had any ability that could help us. Mine aren't much use indoors, but maybe yours will help?"
    That's right. It wasn't like your own stock of panties at home was extraordinarily special. All panties granted special abilities when equipped, and it would be useful to know whether Felicity could gain an advantage here.
    "...Ah... T-that's right, the abilities..." She calms down for a bit, but her eyes are still focused on you. "You really are audacious, you know..."
    "I only asked you because you seem like an easy girl to talk to."
    "Eh? Since when? Please tell me what I was doing wrong so I can act like someone you respect too much to ask about their panties."
    "You're fun like this, though."
    "D-Don't think you can divert the conversation with cheap compliments like that!"
    The both of you calm down a bit.
    "Geez... asking another girl what effect her panties have..." Felicity mumbled. "But if you really must know..."
    You notice that she blushes even more for a moment.
    "It's nothing that will help right now! It's not a combat or movement effect, and it's already been activated today, so there's no point in considering it. So forget about it, okay?"
    It was fun, but you end the conversation there.
    You consider asking Mirie, but a part of you feels that wouldn't go as well.
    Back to a more serious decision.
    >Go downstairs for the main exit
    >Try to take the fire escape on this floor
    >Try to take the fire escape on an upper floor
    >Hunt down the mysterious girl
    >Other: ______
    =======================
    The three of you head down the main stairs to the first floor. The lower entrance was more for show and display, with most students using the same entrance you did, and since all the heavy reference books were down there, it was more common to see adults in that area.
    However, when you arrive, you see that you've been beaten to the punch once again.

    There was no way out. The door was boarded shut just as securely as the first one, and all the windows were covered with the usual metal grates to prevent burglars breaking in.
    "T-The door..." Mirie's face turns pale. "It will need repairing, and repolishing, and we'll have to spent lots of money we could have bought more books with..."
    She looks unsteady on her feet, so you rush over just in time to grab her shoulders as she sinks downwards.
    ...Even though she wore such a large coat, it was surprisingly soft.
    "M-More importantly..." Mirie lowers her voice to a whisper. "The mysterious person. She followed us down here to keep watch."
    "How do you know?"
    "The books... the flow of the books is being disturbed by a malicious aura..."
    "You're making that up and you know it." Felicity cuts in.
    "..." Mirie frowns and looks away. "...I get the security camera feed of the library on my Kindle..."
    A surprisingly mundane answer.
    "Do you know where she is, then?"
    "It seems she knows where most of the cameras are. She didn't notice the ones by the stairs, but a lot of the others have been blocked by something."
    You look around. Somewhere, the mysterious girl was watching you. What was her goal?
    Meanwhile, Mirie explains some of your options.

    "There are two staircases on each floor, plus the main staircase between the first and second. So at the moment, there's one staircase for each of us. If you two need to escape, we can each take one, so each of us has a 1/3 chance of losing her if she can only keep up with one of us. T-The option is... if we each guard a staircase, she'll be trapped on this floor, and we could try and defeat her."
    A pause.
    "T-This is hoping, of course, that she isn't strong enough to overpower all three of us easily..."
    >Split up and run for the fire escape
    >Block the stairs and fight
    >Don't split up, stay together (And do what?)
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    "Say... will anything happen if we open the fire exit doors?""Ahhh..." Mirie looks away for a moment.

    "There's an automatic defense system against fires when the doors open, but as long as you're not wearing anything red, you should be fine."
    "I see."
    It was time to take action."Lillica, since your specialty is long-range, you should guard the main stairs so you have the widest field of view." Felicity suggests. "I'll set up some support there as well, and then take the left staircase."
    "R-R-Right..." Mirie mutters what is simultaneously a confirmation of both the plan and her position.


    Formation set. You were ready for anything.
    >Wait and see what happens
    >Make the first move (By doing what?)
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    Okay, you were ready! It was time to charge forward and--
    "ARE YOU AN IDIIOOOOTTTTT-----??!!!"
    Felicity's scream immediately blows the plan out of your mind.
    "Who is going to block off the main staircase if you decide to go charging in like a headless chicken?! How could you possibly forget the plan less than a minute after you agreed to it?"
    Oh yeah, you did agree to something like that.
    >Oops, that's right.
    >Don't worry, I've got an even better plan now!
    >Other:_____
    (Note: As the impartial storyteller, I'm not against changing the plan, but angry Felicity is kind of unavoidable in this situation.)
    =======================
    "Our new plan is to corner her!" You announce confidently. "We'll do this quickly and easily. You to stay where you are and I'll run up the main staircase, she'll think I'm retreating and try to follow me! If she tries one of the side staircases, she'll run into one of you, and if she follows me, she'll find out I set up an ambush at the top of the stairs! If she tries to retreat from that, she'll find the two of you have moved to the bottom and she'll be trapped in a pincer attack! And that's when we get her! She'll never see it coming!""...You know..."
    "Hmmm?"
    "I could totally hear everything you said."

    >Scream
    >Run away
    >Call for the other two
    >Instantly attack
    >Ask her what her goal is
    >Scream
    >Other: __________
    =======================
    "Who are you? What's your goal?" You ask her loudly.
    "Me? I'm nobody, really. I'm not doing anything here except killing time."
    You have the feeling that she's not giving you a straight answer.
    You look around for Mirie and Felicity. They definitely would have heard you, but maybe they're somewhere just out of sight, keeping watch and waiting for a signal.
    ...In fact, could Mirie even fight? You really should have asked things like this earlier.
    "You're not going to give me a proper answer, are you?" You keep a close watch on her.
    "My answer was perfectly prim and proper. You're the one who isn't accepting it."
    "Hmmm... well, if you're not going to tell me anything else, at least tell me this...!"

    "What type of panties are you wearing?"In the distance you hear a frenzied choking noise that sounds a bit like Felicity.
    The girl in the cap, on the other hand, isn't fazed at all.

    "Interesting...This is interesting. Lillica Plumb... if you want to know about my panties that badly, we can turn this into a gamble. A deadly gamble with our panties on the line."
    "You're trying to sound cool but I don't think there's really any way of making that sound impressive."
    "It's fine, it's fine. You asked a good question, so I'll give you some good answers. Six of them, in fact."
    She teasingly tucks her thumb into the rim of her jeans.
    "Polka-dot. Boxers. Boylegs. Low-rise. String. Or nothing at all. If you choose the correct one, I'll take them off here and give them to you. But if you get it wrong, you have to give me the pair you're wearing now. How about it?"

    "Deal or no deal, Lillica Plumb?"
    ...What a dangerous character.
    >I'll guess! You're definitely wearing ________!
    >No, no, no, this is a stupid bet! No way!
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "No."
    .......
    >I'll guess! You're definitely wearing ________!
    >No, no, no, this is a stupid bet! No way!
    >Please don't deny all my good ideas with one-word answers!
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "You...! D-Don't deny all my good ideas with one-word answers! It's a terrible thing to do!""So?"
    "You did that one on purpose, didn't you?!"

    You were fed up with this injustice! You dash forward and swing out your arm, snatching the cap off her head before she could react!

    Your fingers grab the front and swipe it clean off! Now, it was time to get a proper look at the face of---

    ...Two caps. What's more, the second one was hidden under the first.
    Well, that was new.
    "Oh, by the way." She points to the cap in your hand. "Might want to look inside that."

    Neatly stitched into the lining of her first cap was a fully functional hand grenade.
    This, too, was slightly unexpected.
    "The pin is stitched onto the outside of this one." The girl explains. "By separating the two caps, you just kind of pulled it out of the grenade."
    "Huh? Huh? Wait, hang on a moment here---"

    Your incredible desire to not be blown up makes you try to throw the cap as far as possible, but no matter how hard you try, you can't let go. Your fingers were stuck to the rim.
    "What the--?!"
    "Two caps, the hidden grenade, and finally, coating the rim in superglue." The girl's grimace grows even wider. "Clever, huh? I call it my three-in-one hat trick."
    "That's both completely unfair and a terrible pu-"



    To be continued
  6. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 6 - The Traditional Librarian and the Stylish Girl   
    You make your way to the library. Even though it's in a separate building, it's a very short trip since there's a connecting path to it from the second floor. Casting a second glance at the impenetrable wall of boxes down the corridor, looking as imposing as ever, you instead take a right and arrive at the entrance.

    You're a bit hesitant, but you decide to continue on in. After all, the school librarian was a character just as famous as Jasmine Chamomile, but for a very different reason. Mirie Gutenberg, the head of the library committee and also a student of the school, was known by all the students as the Merciless Angel of Books. She lived to make books get read. To her, books were probably more important than people, and humans existed only as beings to write books and read them later. There was no making her change her mind about anything when it came to books, and in the library, her law was absolute. If she had her way, every single school day would just comprise of reading books from morning till noon. Maybe most of that was simply rumor, but she was definitely a terrifyingly strict and stubborn girl.
    The girl most suited to be a librarian in the entire city.

    And to not much surprise, when you make your way inside, you hear a girl arguing at the counter in angry whispers. As expected, on the other side of the desk is Mirie herself, so you're not sure if you really want to get in the way. You could always just go about your own business.
    >See what's going on
    >Ignore them and search for books
    >Search the newspaper rack
    >Search the magazines
    >Use the library's search computer
    >Other: __________
    ==========================
    (Sure, why not.)
    Well, the debate has nothing to do with you at the moment, so you walk past and head for the newspaper rack.

    There's an interesting article about a research facility in the next city, but nothing really to do with you.
    *Newspaper added to inventory*
    Now that you think about it, maybe the other girl actually was Felicity. You've only talked with her a few times, so you didn't recognize her immediately, but another glance coupled with her youthful voice made you realize it was her. As you would expect of a girl from the Tea Society, she spoke in a graceful and refined way, but the irritation in her speech was also clear.It was Felicity Gateau, upcoming first-year star of the sewing and fashion design club, but also member of the tea society on the side.

    "This is impossible! How can you expect any student who doesn't spend her entire week here to be able to answer some of these?! Usually, fine, you can do what you want and I don't care, but can't you be a bit cooperative for once and loosen the policy now that the school's been blockaded up like this? It's because of how stubborn you are that so many of my classmates are afraid of even coming in here! You're meant to be a librarian, not a dictator!"
    Quietly listening with a frown on her face was, of course, Mirie Gutenberg.

    "...R-Rules are rules..." She stammered while avoiding eye contact, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "U-Ummm, if you have twenty minutes, then spend that time reading..."
    "I can do that after you let me use the bathroom, can't I?"
    "... A-Actually...." She tried to reply but was cut off again.
    "I mean, I wouldn't even be here if I didn't want to read!"
    "A lot of girls tried coming here just to use the bathroom without caring about the books today, so they don't deserve to use the bathroom here..."
    You're only listening, but Mirie's comment impales you through the heart. Guilty as charged.
    >Keep listening without interfering
    >Ask what the full story is
    >Take the book from Mirie's head
    >Find the newspaper's daily crossword/sudoku and do them
    >Other: _________
    ==========================
    "Look, let's be reasonable. I could go walk down to the pool and use the bathroom there and come back here, but if you just let me use this one I'll be able to use the time reading that I would have spent traveling."
    "But... but... I think if you read diligently you'd be able to pass, and then you'd get maximum reading and I wouldn't have to bend the rules..."
    "I'm saying that's ridiculous! Where am I even supposed to start?"
    "Well, question one is about Chaucer, and his works aren't hard to find... or question two can be answered with most books in the molecular biology section..."
    "How many people have seriously managed to pass this test?!"
    ".....Twelve..."
    "How many people who aren't teachers, literary club members, library committee members, or anything like that?"
    "....Zero...."
    "That's my point exactly!!"
    It seems that it's the usual debate about Mirie's iron policy on restroom usage. It doesn't look like either of them are going to get anywhere soon.
    More importantly.That book on Mirie's head.
    You want it.
    You really, really want it.
    How does she keep it balanced? What's inside that's so important to her that she keeps it with her at all times? If it's the favorite book of the ultimate book lover, it must be something really special. Is it her diary? The most gripping piece of fiction ever written? A reference book with the secrets to the universe? So many possibilities, and you had to know. You were curious, you were curious, you were curious!
    There was no cost too small! You had to get your hands on that book!
    You'd risk anything at all to get a chance to get it off her head and read it!
    Leaping forward right into the middle of their conversation, you lunge across the desk and grab it!

    "Gifuuuuueeehhhh?!" Mirie lets out a strange cry but you ignore it. It was time to open up the book and--





    You plummet two miles down and smash into the bottom of a dark abyss for 4310 damage.
    **YOU HAVE DIED**



    >Enter into the conversation and side with Mirie
    >Enter into the conversation and side with Felicity
    >Enter into the conversation in a cool and neutral manner
    >Do something else in the library: _______
    >Other: __________
    ==========================
    "Wait!" You step in. "I couldn't help overhearing, but don't you think you're being a bit too hard on her, Mirie? Why not just let her-"

    "Huh? It's rude to eavesdrop on people's conversations, you know. It's not like I wanted your help with something like this."
    "Eh?"

    "P-Please don't suddenly jump in without knowing what you're talking about."
    "...Eh?"
    Congratulations, you've turned the both of them against you. That worked well.
    "B-But... I was only trying to help..."
    "T-That was a private conversation!" Felicity frowned. "Pretend you never heard any of that!"
    Sweeping her arm across the desk, she grabs a bundle of papers and holds them out towards you.
    "If you really have to know, it's about these!"

    "A quiz...?"
    "This totali-brarian isn't letting anyone use the bathroom unless they answer the questions on this thing!"
    It takes you a moment to figure out she'd used a portmanteau of 'totalitarian' and 'librarian'.
    You take a look at the questions.
    They cover everything from literature and history to quantum physics and biocomputational neurotheology.
    You don't even know half the words in the questions themselves. Any hope of using the bathroom here begins to slowly sink down.
    "W-We really have to answer all of these?"
    "Well, not all of them, but..."

    "You'd probably want to."
    Mirie, no longer having to argue for the moment, takes out a cup of juice and sips it through a straw while continuing to read the book on her desk.
    >Let's challenge this quiz! If we work together, we can do it! Mirie will probably help, too!
    >Let's challenge Mirie! It will be an all-or-nothing and if we beat her, she has to let you use it!
    >How about you try your best in the time you have and settle for a lower score if you have to?
    >Let's try and steal the keys while Mirie isn't looking.
    >Let's steal the book on Mirie's head and trade it for the keys.
    >I think we better look for someplace else.
    >Other: __________
    ==========================
    "Ummm... Felicity, couldn't you just use the pool bathroom? It's more important that you get back to Jasmine on time, right?"
    "H-Huh? D-Don't get me wrong, I don't have to go that badly, you know! I'm not so desperate that I'd go all the way to the pool. If worst comes to worst, it's an inconvenience, but I could just bear with it. I'm a responsible girl with full control over something like that. Like I said, you don't have to worry about me at all!"
    So she claims.
    "...Let me try and talk to Mirie.""Do you really think you'll be able to change her mind?"
    "I've got a different strategy this time." You smile confidently. "I drank two whole cups of Silk Basin! I'm feeling extra charming! I'll seduce Mirie Gutenberg and get her to let us use the bathroom!"
    "....Haaah?"
    But you've already walked back towards the desk.
    You're not sure on that stuff about alternate universes, but you get the gist of the idea. You turn your sparkles back on and give her your best smile.

    "Hey, Mirie... you know, I bet your crying face is really cute."

    Lillica Plumb, master of seduction.
    >Use a different line: ______
    >Leave the library
    >Try the quiz
    >Other: ________
    ==========================
    "H-Hey, I was wondering about those wings, too! They really suit you, you know."
    "T-Thank you."
    "Do you know where I could get a similar pair?"

    Looking at your status screen, you don't even have any Intelligence or Knowledge stats to check on. You're actually reasonably clever, but they've never been stats you particularly tried for.
    That's right! The quiz can't be that bad! Sitting down at a nearby desk, you decide to start and see how well you do.
    Felicity will also help, and Mirie says she'll tell you where to find anything you want. With the power of two people and the librarian's help, you might be able to manage!
    ....
    Ten minutes later...

    Well, with a bit of effort, you've done the questions that looked easy.
    It's true that the questions aren't actually as hard as they seemed and were just a matter of reading up and learning, but...
    There were just. Too. Many.
    Mirie looks over your answers.
    "You're doing a good job. The 15% you've answered so far is all correct."
    "O-Only fifteen percent?!"
    "By the way, the quiz stays the same until the end of term, so you can work on it over a few days, and once you get above 80% you can use the bathroom freely for the rest of term..."
    "We don't have that much time!!"
    "Ummm..." Mirie blushes as she looks down. "D-Do you want me to bring the cup, then?"
    "No way!!" Felicity instantly jumps up, making Mirie recoil backwards a little.
    "Lillica, we're not seriously going to waste our time on any more of this quiz, right?"
    "I-It wasn't a waste of time, you learnt a lot of useful things..."
    Mirie mumbles in the distance.
    >You're right, let's stop this
    >If we keep going, maybe we can manage
    >Let's leave the library
    >Ummm... actually, about that cup....
    >Other: __________
    ==========================
    (Except, you know, since the post absolutely can't be unmanned, it would be impossible for Felicity and Jasmine to use the bathroom together since one of them has to stay behind.)You keep at it. That's the spirit, Lillica. Do your best.Five minutes later, you've made more progress!
    You've gone from fifteen percent completion...
    ...to sixteen percent.

    "This is silly!!"

    "You're silly!!"
    Felicity jumps up from her chair, clearly at the end of her patience. "Sillillica! That's you!"
    It takes you a moment to figure out she'd used a portmanteau of 'silly' and 'Lillica'.
    "We've completely wasted our time here! And it's not like I even needed your help in the first place, I only decided to help you because you looked like you were having fun!"

    "I'm leaving! I've had enough of this library!"
    Felicity storms off.

    Mirie, meanwhile, has walked up to you again.
    "D-Don't forget to take the book you asked me to get for you last time." She holds out a thick tome.
    "Huh? What book?"
    Mirie doesn't say anything, her eyes ask you to accept it.

    In the end, still confused, you take it and place it in front of you. You definitely don't remember asking for a book like this, and you can't imagine why you ever would.
    You open it to the page of the bookmark.

    ...What?
    Wait, what's going on?
    You look back up to the librarian's desk, but Mirie is frantically sipping her juice and desperately trying to casually avoid eye contact.
    You pretend to drop one of your pencils on the floor and turn around to pick it up, catching a glimpse of the tables behind you in the process.

    Someone's there. Someone that wasn't there before.
    When did she arrive? You didn't notice her. She wasn't reading any books or writing anything. She was just sitting and watching.
    A shiver runs up your spine.
    This can't be good.
    At the edge of the library you hear Felicity calling out again.
    "Hey, what's going on here?!"

    "What happened to the library exit?!"

    Things were heating up.
    >Run over to Felicity
    >Run over straight to the mysterious newcomer
    >Go ask Mirie more about the situation
    >Do the sudoku in the newspaper
    >Other: _______
    (Exciting continuation)
  7. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 5 - Differentiating with Respect to Tea   
    "Ummm, well, it's a long story, but I came in late, and..." You can't help but blush a bit. "I drank a bit too much coffee this morning and I'd kind of like to use the restroom before next class..."
    It's embarrassing to say, but you decide that honesty would be best with someone polite and kind like Jasmine Chamomile.

    "Oh, that sounds like it's a bit troubling. The bathrooms downstairs are blocked off, aren't they?"
    "T-That's right! Do you know what's going on?"
    "Since you came in late you must have missed the morning announcement. A number of sections of the school have been blocked off for today for reasons that ordinary students aren't to know. The student council and disciplinary committee are enforcing the rule, but they've also recruited a few other clubs to help. As you can see, this hallway is managed by the Tea Society, and the one below is managed by the Boxing Club."
    "Boxing Club..."
    "They're very good at what they do."
    "T-Then... are you saying we can't get to any restrooms in the building?"
    "It's a bit unfortunate, but that's right. Well, there are still a few available ones in the other blocks."
    "I have to go all the way to a different block?"
    "That's right. Alternatively, of course..."

    "You can just try and hold it."
    The trickling sound of the tea makes your grip on the hem of your skirt tighten.
    Seemingly oblivious, she takes another sip of her drink.
    "Well, while you're here, I've been a bit lonely this morning by myself without being allowed to leave." She pulls the other teacup towards her. "I know you need the girl's room a bit, but a lady like yourself wouldn't let that stop her from enjoying a cup of tea, would she?"
    The question you were fearing most.
    "It really is delicious tea." She smiles softly as she closes her eyes and breathes in the warm, flowery scent. "The club had it imported in yesterday. I've drank five cups this morning myself."
    >Drink the tea and talk more
    >Decline and leave
    >Talk more without drinking the tea
    >Other: ______
    (Note: Also forgot to say that Lillica did fill the empty can with sand downstairs.)
    ========================
    You take a deep breath then nod gently. This was the most civil of the three blockades you've seen so far, so it might just be your best chance."Sure, I don't mind." You pull up a chair and sit opposite her. She smiles and pushes a cup towards you, steam still shimmering above it.
    "This is called Silk Basin tea." She explains. "The herbs for it only grow at the bottom of waterfalls."
    "I... I see."

    "Umm, do any of these teas have things like special effects?"
    "Special effects? What do you mean?"
    "Umm, like hp healing, or stat boosts, or..." Your voice trails off as you realize how you're sounding.
    "Hmmm." She tilts her head. "Well, a few club members have said this tea makes them feel more charming."
    "What do the other types you have here do?"
    She smiles again, glad you've taken an interest.
    "Well, Peach Salt tea is good for the eyes, Knightsbridge tea is for athletes, Zebra Grass is good for construction workers who have to be on the girders of really tall buildings-"
    "These are getting pretty specific."
    "The world of tea is vast and intricate."
    You decide to take the chance to ask.
    "Ummm, is there any tea that's good for... uhhh..." You look away.
    "A tea that's good for romance? A lot of girls ask that one. We actually do-"
    "N-no, sorry, I mean, ummm," Think of something. "Ah, um, if all the bathrooms in the building are off-limits, then you would need to go soon with all that tea, right?"
    Jasmine blinks.
    "You should know that's not the sort of question you ask a girl, Lillica." She smiles again with a slight blush. "But yes, I do have to go a bit. Fortunately in half an hour another member will arrive to take the next shift. I just have to stay here until then. I know she's in the library now, so there's no danger of her not coming."
    There's a silence as she looks at you expectantly, and she realize she's waiting for you to drink your tea. Taking in more liquid is the last thing you want to do right now, but you can't back out at this stage.
    You close your eyes and drink down the cup.
    *Charm + 10*
    "..It's delicious." You say before even thinking about it. It really is.
    "I knew you'd like it." She smiles back. "You see, even though you're worried about-"
    A pause as she realizes something.
    "Ah, I see, is that what you wanted to ask about? Actually, we do have a tea that's said to be good for girls who often have to take care of... natural problems, but... it's a bit 'volatile'."
    >Ask more about it
    >Drink more of the current tea
    >Ask to be let past
    >Say thank you and leave
    >Other
    ========================
    "T-Tell me more, then..." You have a feeling this isn't really a story you want to hear, but you can't let the mystery go unsolved after getting this far.You also decide a cup of tea isn't that much to become more charming, and Jasmine happily refills your cup for you to drink more.
    *Charm + 10*
    "Very well." Taking a final sip of her drink, a serious look appears on her face. "This tea actually has quite an infamous reputation among tea circles, as the one variety that most girls will refuse to drink despite its delicious taste.
    The tea goes by the formal name Thymeglass, but everyone knows it by its much more notorious nickname..."

    "Princess Curse."
    She places her cup back onto the table, and the clean clink of the saucer cuts the silence.
    "I-I'll get cursed by a princess?!"
    "No, rather, it's the princesses who have suffered the curse. Let me tell you the history of how it was named."

    "The tradition starts back almost a century ago, in the royal banquet halls and ballrooms of countries across the continent. The monarchy's princesses, of course, had to be present at every occasion, and to maintain their perfect and graceful appearance, they were never allowed to be seen excusing themselves for the restroom. As many of these social gatherings could go on into the night and many drinks were served, many poor girls often had to restrain their relief for hours on end, and this would quite obviously have some unfortunate effects on their disposition."

    "To counter this, many princesses made use of Thymeglass tea, which temporarily suppressed their urges to a manageable level and allowed them to act normally despite how much they might be holding."

    "As long as they drank Thymeglass, they could enjoy themselves to the fullest at meetings or dances without worrying about things like that. However, there was a catch. Social gatherings had a tendency to last long, but in addition to that, they also often ran late. And this was fatal, because the tea needed to be drank in careful amounts and properly timed down to the minute, because once that time limit was up..."

    "It will all hit you at once, twice as bad as it would have been had you not drank the tea."

    "If an unfortunate princess lost track of the time..."

    "She'd find herself in a very compromising position indeed."

    "It's a very risky gamble, and plenty of princesses and normal girls alike have suffered for it. Even girls with careful planning may be caught out if they consumed slightly the wrong amount, prepared the tea the wrong way, or were caught by a surprise visit. The history of Princess Curse tea is stained by many embarrassing incidents."
    Suddenly, a pause as Jasmine blushes.
    "Ah, sorry, no pun intended."

    "And that's the story of Princess Curse."
    "I... I see."
    "So, then..." The gentle smile returns to the tea society president's face. "I don't drink it much myself, but I have reasonable confidence in my preparation skill. Would you like to try some?"
    >No way no way no way no way
    >Well... maybe...
    >Only if you do as well
    >Ask for a different tea
    >Ask if you can get past now
    >Say thank you and leave
    >Other: _______
    =================
    It was a wild idea. You're not quite sure what it was that led you to it, whether it was the enticement of the tea's dark history, the desire to challenge it yourself, or the surreal nature of your entire day so far, but you go with it."I... I'll try it, miss Chamomile!" You clench your fists. "B-But... will you please drink it with me?"

    She looks surprised for a moment, caught completely off-guard.

    "Hmmm? Me, too?"
    For a moment you wonder whether you asked something wrong, but she quickly smiles again.

    "Ah, well, I didn't expect an answer like that. I'm already content that I can hold it in until my shift is over, and I usually don't have many problems with that sort of thing, and..."
    "But you said it was delicious, right?"
    "Well, yes, it is very delicious..."
    "And you know when the next person is coming, so isn't there no problem?"
    She thinks about it quietly for another half a minute, and you notice her right hand rubbing her leg.
    "Well, it's just a bit, then it should be fine. It's not often that I get a chance to practice making this tea, too."
    "T-Thank you!"
    "No, it's my treat. Think of it as a reward for your company."
    She stands up and searches through the shelves for all the things she needs.
    "Listen, the preparation methods for Princess Curse are extremely delicate..."

    "First, you have to boil water and use it to preheat the teapot. A lot of people don't realize this, but if the teapot isn't warm it will cool down the water a lot when you put it in and it might not bring out the full potential of the tea. Next, you add the leaves and warm water, five grams for every ten minutes you want the effect to last for, and let it brew for a set amount of time according to the square root of x, the weight in grams, over n factorial (where n is the number of people sharing the tea), multiplied by the modulus of sin(x to the xth indices). Then you have to add in the plant stalks to stop further development, with a number of them bent in the middle depending on what day of the week it is, and the distance of the bend from the center depending on the average number of letters in the name of each person drinking."
    "Wait, what?"
    "Finally, add a spoonful of milk, and you're done."
    The tea society really is amazing.
    "Now, most importantly, how long do you want the effect to last? My shift is over in twenty-five minutes, so it should be at least that long, but next period starts in ten, so if you don't have a study period then, you might be stuck in a bit of a compromising position."
    Second and third period go on for one hour twenty minutes in total; you might be able to find a bathroom in the break between them, but with so many blocked you think the queues might get quite formidable.
    "Oh, and this is also something very important." She looks clearly at you. "When I said 'the urge hits twice as bad', that was a bit of an oversimplification. Just like it does normally, how bad it becomes depends on how long you keep it suppressed for. And if you try to use it for anywhere more than two hours, it will get very bad indeed."
    "...Umm, wouldn't it make sense to just delay it as long as possible and just use the bathroom before that?"
    "Ah.. that's another awkward thing about this drink." She turns her eyes away. "Ummm, while the effect is still active, actually... you can't go."
    "Huh?"
    "Exactly as it sounds. Your timing needs to be very good."
    "I... I see."
    >"I think __ minutes would be good."
    >"Actually, I've changed my mind."
    >Ask more questions: ____
    >Other: ________
    ==========================
    "Uhhh... ninety minutes would be good?"
    "N-Ninety? Umm, Lillica, I know I said two hours was the maximum sensible limit, but ninety is still a bit..."
    "Oh, s-sorry."
    "Well, you could, but especially as you are now, once the time limit runs out, you'll probably be..."

    "...Like this."
    "Ah."
    "Even if you were close to one, you'd probably find it a bit difficult to get to a bathroom in that state. Not to mention it's not quite an image you'd want to show off to any secret admirers you might have..."
    "Secret admirers?"
    "Ah, forget I said anything there. Basically, ninety minutes is a bit too long. I don't really want to end up in a state like that either, so hold back a bit, okay? Do you have a class next?"
    "Oh, actually, I think I do, but it's an optional one..."
    "If you really want to try this tea, then I suggest it might be better to be safe and not go to that. Though now that you know this, I still wouldn't blame you if you decided to do it another time when the facilities are more readily available."
    >"T-Then... thirty minutes?"
    >"Next time, then."
    >"...How bad would it get if we just drank a minute's worth?"
    >Other: _________
    =========================
    "...How bad would it get if we just drank a minute's worth?""Heehee, a minute's worth would be so dilute that it would probably just taste like drinking water if you didn't know." Jasmine giggles. "But all the same, once that minute's up, you probably would get a bit of a jump in urgency. One way of thinking of Princess Curse is as a strong diuretic that becomes time-delayed if you prepare it right."

    "I see... then, does thirty-two minutes sound good?"
    "That sounds like it should work fine." She stands up and takes a jar off the shelf. You clearly see a warning label stuck on the side.
    "And, um, just for reference, you know... could you tell me where the closest bathroom we can get to is?"
    "Just for reference? Of course." The both of you dodge around the awkward topic. "The safe bet would be the one by the pool changing rooms."
    "All the way there?"
    "That's why I'm glad we're allowing a few minutes for me to get there after my shift. Alternatively, you could take your chances with the library bathroom..."
    Her voice trails off and you both know why. Even before all this mysterious blockading started, the librarian's policy on use of the bathroom there was a bit... unique. You would prefer not risking that one.

    "Anyway, would you help me prepare this tea?" She takes the tea society's fancy kettle and places it on a portable stove. "Today's Wednesday, so please take twelve stalks and pass me five of them to bend. Press the rest firmly between two paper towels to flatten them. Oh, this is important - if any of the stalks leave a green print on the paper, throw it away and use another one, because otherwise it will change the timing. You don't have any middle names, right?"
    "Ah, no."
    "Then that's twenty-eight letters in all. Next, we need to make sure..." Her explanation continues on.
    Eventually, you get round to taking out the stalks, and pressing them as instructed.
    "Hmmm.....?"

    One of the stalks left a green print. Jasmine said something about that, didn't she? You're not sure you can remember.
    >Just my imagination
    >Throw it away
    >Other: _________
    =====================
    Oh yeah, you think you remember now."I throw this away, right?" You double-check.
    "Ah, that's correct." She nods. "The green residue means it's the part of the stalk that produces most of the diuretic effect, and is far too potent to use in the tea. Adding it to any drink at all would make any girl have to go very badly soon enough, and while its effect wouldn't be as pronounced when brewed with the leaves, it still would have given us a bit of trouble."

    Disaster averted. You look around for a bin and don't see one, so you wrap it in paper and keep the stalk with you for now.
    *Green Thymeglass stalk added to inventory*
    After a bit more work, the tea is finally done.

    As expected of its ominous nature, the tea is a very pale purple, and just looking at it makes you want the bathroom more. Or maybe that's just the water you drank in the cupboard finally taking effect.

    "To your good health then, Miss Plumb." Lillica smiles, and you both drink down the cup together. It has an incredibly rich and aromatic taste, and every sip makes you feel like a princess yourself, sitting among roses in a castle garden under a blue sky somewhere. If it weren't for its additional effects, you might have wanted to drink it every week.

    "---!!"
    Suddenly, you jolt up and squeeze your legs together as your urge spikes intensely and for an instantly you almost feel like you're about to lose it, but it's gone as quickly as it came, and you feel much more at ease than before. The feeling of needing to go is still there, but now completely manageable.
    "S-Sorry, I forgot about that part, but yes, it's supposed to happen." Jasmine explains, a bit flushed herself.

    "Well then." She breathes out after the both of you finish up the tea as per instructions, and enjoy the respite for a moment. "Thirty-two minutes, then?"
    "Guess so."
    You're not really sure what else there is to do here, but you could stay if you wanted. Perhaps it could also be a smart move to secure a bathroom for you to use now that your dignity is on a timer.
    >Stay and chat more
    >Go to the library
    >Go to the pool changing rooms
    >Go elsewhere
    >Other: _________
    ==========================
    "U-Ummm!" You finally stand up out of your chair and stammer out a thank you. Jasmine's just as lovely and kind as the stories said, so you want to get along with her better. "C-Can I try more of your special flavors in future? And, ummmm... after this, how about we go to the bathroom together?!"
    As high as your charm stat may be, it's all due to your natural image. Flirting is not one of your strong points.
    Jasmine is surprised for a moment, but smiles radiantly once more.
    "You're as just as interesting as I've heard, Miss Plumb. You're welcome to come see me whenever I'm in the Tea Club room, on the second floor of the societies building. As for the second question... "
    She looks away, still smiling but flustered.
    "Well, if you meet me back here, we could work something out."
    Score. You think you've just managed to succeed at what a good portion of the boys in school would give almost anything to get a chance for. That is, gaining Jasmine's friendship. Not going to the bathroom with her. That's a bit different.
    "Ummm, also, I know I'm not allowed to know, but do you know why parts of the school are being blocked off like this?""I'm afraid I'm just as in the dark as you are." She shook her head, before lowering her voice. "To be honest, the Tea Society was practically forced into taking this job, but I was planning to relax with some tea this morning anyway, so I don't mind that much. It really is mysterious."
    "And finally, so I know when to get back, which bathroom are you going to try and use?"
    "Actually, since I'm doing this, I'm allowed to use the staff bathroom upstairs once it's over, but if you come over we could make our way to the pool. Ummm... just don't leave it too late, okay? If I've got less than five minutes left, I'll assume something else came up and you're not coming."
    "That's okay, I understand."
    Your gaze flickers back to your teacup, and the small remainder of pale purple tea inside it.
    "Well, I'll see you later then."
    "Yes, it was lovely talking to you. Where are you going next?"
    "Hmmm, the library, maybe?"
    "Ahh, Felicity will be there. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you if she does. You could even accompany her back here when she comes to take my shift."
    "Sounds like a plan."

    "See you in a bit, then."
    "See you!"
    ==Onward to next chapter==
  8. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 4 - Sparkling Interlude   
    It's done! You have defeated the spider and brought peace to the cupboard.
    Without even needing that invisibility pill. Seems that delusional girl was useless to the very end.

    You have gained 1 exp!

    49 more to go until level up, good luck!

    That's fifty minus one, in case you're bad at math.
    Furthermore, the spider has dropped a selection of items that you can take:

    >Take some items (state which ones)
    >Leave all the items and wait for class to end so someone can bring a screwdriver
    >Victory dance
    >Other: __________
    =============================
    Some things are best kept simple.
    Deciding not to think about how or why the janitor kept the screwdriver in a spider for safe-keeping, you take it.On the other hand, after that whole fight, do you honestly still want to touch parts that came from a spider?
    No. No, you definitely don't.
    Your now extreme fear of spiders prevents you from having anything to do with them. Same with the bucket and the mop, now that they're coated in spider blood. Anything else in the cupboard is still up for taking; this is the last chance to do so unless you come back later.
    With hardly any trouble, you dismantle the doorknob and the door finally swings open. You decide to also keep the doorknob and the screws in your inventory.
    You've escaped the cupboard!

    You've also leveled up!

    Allocate your stat points and be on your way.
    >Go to class
    >Go back to that girl
    >Explore the rest of school
    >Leave school
    >Other: ________
    =====================
    Technically since Ranpalan gave the first firm input about the stats, everything goes in charm.
    Though there might be chances to reset stat allocations in future.
    Also, baseball added to inventory as requested.
    That's right. After being stuck in that nightmare of a cupboard for so long, you take the chance to appreciate your well-deserved freedom. There are still twenty minutes until the next class starts, and you could always skip that one as well.
    It's a large, well-equipped school, and there are plenty of places you could--

    ...Ah, that's right. Bathroom.
    >Try to get past the girl to the nearest bathroom
    >Go to the one upstairs
    >Sports court
    >Pool
    >Field
    >Library
    >Nurse's office
    >Computer room
    >Other: _____
    ========================
    As you make your way upstairs, you walk past a vending machine in the corridor that you don't remember seeing before.
    Well, not like it matters to you, since getting more drinks is the last thing on your mind right now, and--
    Wait a moment.

    Some of these drinks... look like they could be incredibly useful.
    The machine accepts notes and gives change, so no problem there, but what do you buy?
    <You can buy as many of each drink as you want. Since they're all canned, you don't have to drink them now.>
    >Perfect Cola (RT): Restore all HP ----- $2
    >Watchmaker Draft: Increase max HP by 50 ----- $7
    >Vibrant Vibe: Double exp for 1 hour ----- $2
    >Dr. Paprika: Any stat of choice +20 for 1 hour ----- $3
    >Iron Heart: Shyness -10 for 5 minutes ----- $1.50
    >Imperial Gold: Greatly increase luck for 10 minutes ----- $5
    >Unremembered Orange: Different mystery effect every time ----- $1.20
    >Don't buy anything
    >Kick the vending machine for free drinks
    ========================
    You buy a can of Watchmaker Draft. You wonder why it's called that when it's still in a can.
    Your current inventory:

    >Drink the draft now
    >Buy more drinks
    >Continue upstairs
    ==========================
    (Sorry for retconning the name and thank you for editing your post to match)
    You buy an Unremembered Orange. You remember this drink had a popularity boom a few years ago when it was banned in some other countries due to its adverse effects, but now it's just another regular drink to like.
    You have $32.32 left.
    >Drink something now
    >Buy more
    >Kick vending machine
    >Leave
    ==========================
    Bought another Draft and two Perfect Cola (RT)s. You have $21.32 left.
    Probably. If you can find it again. Before you drink the can of Unremembered Orange, the notice on the side catches your eye.
    "Entire contents of can must be consumed for effect to take place."
    ...Well. It's not like it's going to be a major problem since you'll be at a different bathroom soon, but it's enough to make you hesitate.
    Especially if you want to drink some of the others as well, you should remember that your bladder isn't the only part of your body with a limit on the amount of liquid it can take. You probably wouldn't be able to finish more than two or three cans at once, or four at absolute maximum (which you also really don't want to do if you're intending to be able to sit still in lessons later in the day if you actually do decide to turn up).
    Are you really sure you want to drink this?
    >Yes.
    >Drink something else
    >Drink nothing and continue on.
    =====================
    Well, you suppose it's good to stay hydrated. And that's right, you're going to the bathroom anyway. You're not the type of girl who can't hold it after a single cup of coffee.


    You shiver for a moment as you feel the random effect activating.



    You have gained the ability Sparkle. It allows you to shine brightly with up to eight sparkles at once. The maximum number of sparkles and the sparkle recharge rate depends on a mix of your charm and style stats. The ability can also be turned on or off at will.
    Well, it's not bright enough to light up an entire room, but you don't need a lamp to read in the dark now.
    >Drink more
    >Buy more
    >Continue upstairs
    >Kick vending machine
    >Turn off sparkles
    >Other: _______
    =====================




    >Drink more
    >Buy more
    >Continue upstairs
    >Kick vending machine
    >Turn off sparkles
    >Other: _______
    =================
    There is no danger of this; the Twilight series doesn't exist in the Lillica Quest universe. Lillica can sparkle as much as she wants without getting any odd looks. She's a girl, so it's okay.Regardless, you decide to turn your sparkle off for now. You're not really sure if it was worth drinking down that whole can, but on the other hand at least you didn't get a bad outcome. Maybe if you were lucky, you'd be able to find some use for it later.
    You make your way upstairs.

    Also, it's time to explain a bit about the school's layout. As is usually the case in buildings to make the plumbing easier, bathrooms on each floor are arranged in a vertical column, so they're in the same place no matter the level.
    Hence, after reaching the second floor, to get to the bathroom you would have to pass directly over the region below that the delusional girl is guarding. Well, it's not like you're particularly worried. She said herself that she can't leave her post, and she definitely can't be in two places at once---

    ...What?
    Maybe the vending machine just now was always there and you were simply being unobservant every other time you walked past, but now you can absolutely say with confidence that this barricade wasn't here before.
    The entire corridor has been blockaded with a wall of crates and packages almost reaching the ceiling, and you have no idea how far back they could go - at least a good few feet.
    Could this be due to that girl as well? No, from the little you've seen of her (which was frankly more than enough for one day), this sort of thing wasn't her style. Barricading the hallway was the work of someone else.
    It wasn't just a single corridor getting blocked off. An entire section of the school was being quarantined.
    If you went up a floor again, would you meet a similar barrier in the same spot?
    If you tried moving these boxes away, would anyone come to stop you?
    Is there any way for you to get to a bathroom in this building before class?
    >Try to break down the barrier
    >Go back downstairs
    >Go upstairs
    >Go somewhere else in the school (Gym, field, pool, library, etc)
    >Other: ________
    ========================

    It's filled with sand.
    You're not sure whether that means all the boxes are filled with sand, but you know that you're not going to be moving this one on your own any time soon.
    >Try other boxes
    >Go upstairs
    >Other: _____
    ========================

    With a sigh, you head upstairs once more, hoping that whatever people are being kept away from is confined to the first two levels.
    Long story short, it isn't.

    But at least the barricade looks much more sensible this time. No mountain of boxes, and no crazy girls with signs.
    Just a single, graceful-looking girl, drinking tea at a solitary table prettied up with lace.
    The corridor's been decorated with a poster, a fancy carpet, and a shelf full of jars, and the soothing aroma of herbal tea drifts down towards you.
    This time, there was no mystery about it. Most people knew the girl who was sitting silently at her table.

    Jasmine Chamomile, president of the school Tea Society and a reasonably popular name among the students (especially the males). The rumors say she has the most perfect sense of taste in the school, to the extent there was a minor dispute with the Cooking Club over which one she'd join. Ultimately, though, her true passion was tea, and so in the tea society she remained.
    And now she was guarding the corridor on the way to the bathroom.
    "Oh, morning." She noticed your approach. "Is there anything I can help with?"
    >Say something to her: "________"
    >Try to charge past with force
    >Leave and go somewhere else
    >Other: _______
    Chapter 5
  9. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 2 - A Quick Visit to the Cupboard   
    That's right. When you're already this late for class, not like another minute or two will make much difference.In fact, when you think over your timetable, there's a chance you could simply skip over your first class and hope the teacher wouldn't notice.
    Maybe. Probably. It could just be you being optimistic.
    You enter the storage cupboard with some trepidation.

    After scrambling around slightly but not too frantically, this is all you can spot:

    *Mop
    *Broom
    *Broken broom handle
    *Sports shoe (right)
    *Baseball
    *Bucket
    *Two rags
    *Toilet paper (but obviously no toilet)
    *Three bottles of soap
    *Poison bottle
    You're not sure what you could do with any of them, but there was no harm in taking them. Borrowing, of course. It's school property and hence your responsibility to return everything you use. Eventually.
    You could:
    >Take some items (State which ones, I'll listen to all posts unless an earlier post specifically says not to take something)
    >Leave and get to class
    >Leave and go back to the delusional girl
    >Explore the rest of the school
    >You're not sure why, but you could hide in the cupboard for a while.
    >Other: _______

    =========================


    You don't really want to think about why you might find yourself needing it, but you picked up the toilet paper and added it to your inventory. You already have lots of stuff that you brought to school with you.

    Inventory: Three school textbooks, a pad of lined paper, two bottles of water, hairbrush, pencil case, student ID, 16 pencils, 7 pens, a metal ruler, an eraser, toilet paper. You also have $40.52 in cash, all in notes except a 52-cent coin.
    <Inventory explanation>
    At any time during the game you can:
    -Check the inventory
    -Use an item in it
    -Do something smart with the items in it (Like combining, eg. combine water and toilet paper to get pulp)
    -Ask for a further examination of any item in it (Or around you at the time)
    -Even if I don't remind you, if there's any item in the area you can take, say so and you'll take it. (Eg. You can still take more items from the cupboard)

    Anyway, you're in the cupboard.

    You wonder what to do now.
    You slam against the door a bit - it looks like it's slightly too big for its frame - and eventually get it completely shut.You prop the broom up against the door as a makeshift stopper; it's no barricade but you think it will cost anyone coming in an extra five seconds or so.

    You're now in the dark.
    You gaze at the bucket and think about it for a bit.


    You finish thinking about it.
    Your conclusion can be summarized like this:
    That's right. Definitely. You're a proper grown girl, in a building with lots of bathrooms, the risk is too big, and besides, you don't need to go that badly yet. The janitor also has to use that bucket, and you're sure he wouldn't appreciate it, and neither would the bucket, well, you're sure the bucket wouldn't like it if it could talk, and if it could talk then that was even more of a reason not to do it. The bucket was out of the question. Completely, absolutely, and fundamentally out of any sort of bathroom-related question. Most importantly, you're far too shy to do it.
    This is your decision.
    Now, you're still in the dark cupboard. What next?

    >Stay there and wait for something (for what?)
    >Leave and go to class
    >Leave and go find the bathroom
    >Leave and explore the school
    >Take more items
    >Other: ________

    =========================


    Yep. You've been in the cupboard for far too long.It's time to go give that girl a piece of your mind.
    -Broom added to inventory
    -Poison bottle added to inventory
    However, as you set out to leave, you encounter another problem.




    You think you're stuck.
    Whose great idea was it to try and barricade the door closed?
    Oh, that's right, Lillica. It was yours.
    >Keep waiting
    >Call for help
    >Break down the door
    >Turn the lights on already
    >Other: _________

    =========================




    It seems you've greatly overestimated the durability of the broom compared to the door.
    -You have lost 1 broom from inventory-
    You fumble around for the light switch you remember seeing when you came in. Eventually, you hit it, and you stand and wait for the fluorescent lights to flicker on.

    There we are. You can see much better now.
    ........

    "Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa------!!"
    Your scream lights up the closed space with ten times more energy than the lights could ever manage.
    The first battle is with your worst enemy!
    Faced with the terrifying jaws of the unidentified giant spider, you know that only one of you will make it out of this room alive.
    >Fight
    >Escape
    >Negotiate
    >Other: ____________

    =========================


    You try to overcome your crippling fear of spiders and reasonably negotiate with it.After all, maybe this whole time, the thing between you and arachnids was a big misunderstanding.
    Taking a deep breath, you try to talk to it.

    It seems your skill in spider language isn't high enough; you don't understand what it's saying.
    Well, with negotiation out of the question for now, it's time to fight.
    You have a number of plans ready, involving the bucket, pens, the shoe, the rags--


    But unfortunately the spider was a bit quicker on its feet.
    Fair enough, since it has four times as many as you do.
    It deals a savage bite to your hand for a total of 1 damage.

    Oh, in case you forgot, you only have 2HP total.
    None of your previous plans will really work out now that the spider is on your body.
    What now?
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Other: _________

    =========================


    You try your best not to scream.



    You have succeeded in shaking the spider off your hand.
    Maybe there are things that could help, but you're not in a position to think very hard at the moment.
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Other: ___________

    =========================

    A brilliant idea hits you. Wrapping your hand thickly in toilet paper as fast as you can, you sweep the spider off your head with a single swing of your hand!


    This is your chance!


    Without hesitating a moment, you viciously slam the spider into the wall, dealing 352 damage.

    The spider now has 2262HP left.

    "That's not fair!"
    No, it's not fair at all. As expected of your mortal enemy, the spider.
    >Keep fighting
    >Take the chance to escape
    >Negotiate again
    >Other: ______

    =========================


    No mercy for the spider! It was time to use your newest weapon!Taking a deep breath, you pull the stopper out of the poison bottle.

    ......
    .........

    You wonder what it was that you planned to pour out of it.
    After all, it's empty. While it may have been a poison bottle, it was never stated that it still had any poison left in it. It must have been finished recently, and the janitor forgot to throw it away. Well, good thing you realized it now as opposed to a different emergency situation where you might have really needed it.
    You wonder whether the baseball bat idea with a glass bottle is still a very good one.
    Yes this joke was planned the moment I put the poison bottle in the cupboard.
    >Scream
    >Keep fighting
    >Negotiate
    >Other: _______

    =========================





    Success! You've managed to trap the spider under the bucket!

    ...Temporarily. You probably should have paid more attention to the rim.
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Scream
    >Fight
    >Run
    >Negotiate
    >Scream
    >Other: ______
    Yes I'll try and end this fight soon

    =========================


    That's right! Forget the spider, you're out of here!You break into your fastest sprint and try to escape.


    However, it seems that the door didn't like that.
    You take 1HP damage.
    If only Anonymous Choc said something sooner.

    YOU HAVE DIED.
    (Chapter 3)
  10. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 3 - Talking Things Out   
    Fortunately, this game has an autosave feature.


    Also, note that the reason the spider escaped isn't because it could lift the bucket, but because the bucket's rim had protrusions to attach it to the handle, meaning it didn't have a perfectly flat top.
    If you trapped it again and sat down really hard, you could probably bend them enough to trap the spider properly, not because you're heavy, of course, but because of the forces and momentum and things (obviously), but are you sure you want to do that?
    >Do it
    >Fight some other way
    >Negotiate
    >Run into the door again
    >Other: _______
    =============================
    The thud echoes throughout the cabinet as you bend the bucket and trap the spider.

    For real this time.
    You're safe for now! This would be a cause for celebration, but you don't get exp for not killing your mortal enemy.
    Not only that, but you're still stuck in the cupboard.

    And you remember that you need the bathroom.

    >Release the spider
    >Wait
    >Call for help
    >Other: ________
    =======================

    You don't think it helped.
    However, you did find a piece of folded paper under the soap bottles.


    .....
    Well, this would have been helpful if you had it a while ago.
    But what would be even more helpful is the last part of the note.
    Sure, it confirms that a screwdriver exists somewhere in here (probably, it might have been taken), but without any leads you're not sure if searching would be worth your time.
    >Search the cupboard
    >Yell for help
    >Wait for classes to end
    >Other: _______
    ============================
    You go up to the door and finally decide to call for help. You decide not to worry about how to explain why you were stuck in the storage closet in the first place, since what's most important is that you actually get out.
    Everyone's still in class, so you think it might take a while for---
    "Yes?"
    Too fast for you to even begin searching for the screwdriver, a voice comes from the other side of the door.
    And not just any voice.
    You recognize it.

    "If you're calling for help, then there's something you need help with, right? Or was that just your singing practice?"
    The worst possible person has just turned up to help you.
    "By the way, if it's the latter, then I know the school auditions for West Side Story are coming up, but I recommend you don't try."
    >Explain the situation to her (What do you say exactly?)
    >Ask her to let you out without explaining anything
    >Send her away
    >Pretend you're not there
    >Say something else to her
    >Other: _______
    ============================
    It really hurts your pride to have to be polite to a girl like this, but you suppose that it isn't as bad as being stuck in a cupboard all day, or even worse, having an accident while stuck in a cupboard all day. Not that you think it will come to that since it isn't urgently bad, but you know.You put on your nicest voice and ask the girl sweetly.

    "Um, could you please let me out?"
    "Why?"
    Well, that's Plan A gone.

    "Ah! Ummm... Steve Tasker, the third year delinquent, locked me in here on my way to go to the toilet! Please help!"
    "I see." Her tone of voice doesn't change. "Isn't that a curious story, seeing as Mr Tasker is absent from school today?"
    Whoops.
    >Honestly explain everything
    >Make up more lies
    >Send her away
    >Pretend you're not there
    >Say something else to her
    >Other: _______
    =========================
    You sigh just softly enough for her not to hear you.
    "Okay, okay. Actually I came in here on a whim, tried to close the door on a whim, and now I'm stuck. There's also a terrifying spider somewhere in here so I'd really like it if I got out."
    "Oh, I see. Since you're being honest now, I should also say that I have no idea whether Mr Tasker is in school today, and I made that up to see whether you'd change your story."

    You're starting to think that you really, really don't like this girl.
    "Now, after you've tried to slander Mr Tasker's innocent name (in this case, at least), is there really any reason I should let someone like you out of here?"
    >"It would be a nice thing to do."
    >"It's your duty as part of a student committee to help others!"
    >"I'll give you a present!"
    >"I'll give you money!"
    >"Actually, I... still kind of need the..."
    >"I hate you, go away."
    >Other: ________
    ==========================
    "You're part of the disciplinary committee, right? Then you have to help me! Otherwise you're just assisting to truancy! I have to get out of here eventually, and if you leave me, I'll report you!"

    "Hmmm. Well, I suppose so."
    "You 'suppose'?!"
    "It's troublesome but I guess it wouldn't be as bad as having to clean out a corpse from here next week."
    "You're going to get me out, right?"
    "I guess I have the intention to. Unfortunately, there's no way for me to do that at the moment without breaking down this door."
    "Isn't it a broken door anyway?"
    "You're only priority number three to me. Priority two is to not damage school property, and the door belongs to the school more than you do."
    "Then, then, ummm, a screwdriver! You can go fetch a screwdriver to temporarily take the doorknob apart, then I can fix it back, right?"
    "Well, I could."
    "You could, right?"
    "I could, but I won't."
    "Whhhhyyyyy?"
    "Because of priority one." Her voice turns an octave colder. "I must make absolutely sure that nobody enters the hall I'm guarding. The only reason I even answered your call for help in the first place is because I can still see my station from here. Wait about two hours for the morning lessons to end, and then I'll tell someone passing by to bring one for you."
    "Two hours?!"
    "That's one hundred and twenty minutes, in case you're not good at math."
    >Try harder to convince her (How?)
    >Give up
    >Other: ______
    ===========================
    You're not sure you really want to take part in a contest of who could speak with the most contempt with this girl, but you explain the gist of the plan to her anyway.
    "...I see. That might work."
    Your quill pen barely fits underneath the door.
    The thought crosses neither of your minds that if the janitor kept a screwdriver inside the cupboard for the case he got stuck inside it, you should also be able to unscrew the doorknob from your side.
    "I'll have you know that my precision is top-class." She explains as she picks up the pen and begins her attempt.


    It seems the both of you have greatly overestimated the durability of the pen compared to the door.
    Yes I want her to get out soon too ;_;
    >Give up and wait for classes to end
    >Ask her to pay you back for the pen she broke
    >Release the spider
    >Other: _______
    ========================
    You thoroughly search everywhere in the room that you can bring yourself to search.
    Your findings are as follows:

    It's not in the handle, broken and wood,
    It's not in the rags (though it probably should),
    It's not in the mop, it's not in the shoe,
    It's not in soap #1, and it's not in soap #2.
    It's not in the baseball, not in the shelves,
    It's not in the walls, and it's not in yourself.
    You didn't check the bucket but you've seen it outside and in,
    You're sure that there's nowhere it could be in that tin,
    It's not in the two halves of the now broken broom,
    It doesn't seem to be anywhere inside this room.
    Well, actually. There is one thing in the room that you didn't get a very close look at.
    The reason, of course, is because you were terrified of it.
    Now, you know this sounds silly, but you tell yourself to think about it.
    The screwdriver might be in the spider.

    "T-There's no way it could possibly be in the spider, right?! That's ridicu--"

    It seems she got tired of waiting and left.
    You're on your own again, with nobody to pass the coin to, either.
    (Though you're still not sure why you can't simply try the coin with the screws on your side. For the record, though, it doesn't work.)
    Just as you're about to slump down against the wall, you notice something on the floor. That girl must have slid it in before she left.


    ...There's absolutely no way such a convenient deus ex machina could exist. Though in a way, it's no stranger than panties that affect the laws of probability. Actually, wait, yes it is.
    You have every reason to be incredibly suspicious.
    >Swallow the pill
    >Call out to the girl again
    >Wait for class to end
    >Release the spider without taking the pill
    >Other: _____
    ============================

    You're a bit reluctant to drink more water all things considered, but you swallow up about a third of a bottle to take the pill.
    Anyway, the last thing anyone with any common sense should do is take unknown medicine, but it looks like you haven't died.
    In another world it have have turned out that the pill was actually poison dealing an instant death, but it seems even the cosmic will has agreed that enough is enough after four pages of being in a cupboard.
    You feel like you might be able to take the spider on.
    >Release and fight the spider
    >Wait for classes to end
    >Other: _____
    ============================
    It sounds like a plan.You swiftly run over to the bucket and spin it over.

    But the spider is just as fast! The moment it gains an opportunity, it leaps out of the rim!

    It's hurtling at you, enraged and merciless, and it far outmatches you in speed. You have no chance...!
    Or do you?
    Thinking about filling the bucket with water led to the realization of a very brilliant idea. When you put water into a bucket, what else usually goes with them? That's right.
    Without giving the spider any time at all, you grab the mop, and hurl it towards the spider---!!



    Time for some explanation. There was a simple reason the spider could outpace you in typical circumstances. Of course, things run on their feet, and spiders have eight feet while you have two, so the spider was four times faster than you. Basic math. However, when you add a mop into the equation, which has something in the area of three hundred strings that propel it along the floor, that makes you (300 + 2) / 8 = 37.75 times faster than the spider!
    To you, it's as if the spider is standing still!






    It was a long, hard and horrifying battle, but you have finally defeated the spider.
    =Chapter 4=
  11. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, 1 - A school day which was probably supposed to be normal but turned out to not really be   
    This is an exciting interactive adventure where the forum chooses what to do, and I draw whatever happens.
    Of course, with an eventual desperation/omorashi twist.
    It's been ported from the forum so there's a neater version, new players are free (and encouraged) to vist the thread and join in at any time.
    You can also read the story along with everyone's comments page by page if you want the full experience.
    Rules and pointers:
    (This is the archived version, but these might be worth a read so you know what's going on and how suggestions are picked)
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    MORNING

    "Fuuuuu."
    It's morning. A morning like any other day, where the rays of sunlight are filtered through your window and hit your bed like the glaring yellow of a traffic light. You weren't ready. You needed more time to get in gear. In fact, you hadn't even finished parking properly, but regardless of any of that, it was morning.
    It was time for good girls to get up.
    As you turn over, it feels like any remnants of your dream were caught and soaked up into the folds of your bed, and soon your head was empty of anything except the fact you wanted to go back to sleep.
    But it was morning.
    Good morning, Lillica Plumb.
    You check your status screen to make sure everything's fine.

    That's right. You're Lillica Plumb, an active, stylish and charming girl who is unknowingly ready to begin her big adventure. People would describe you as 'cute and girly in a tomboyish way'. You were that sort of paradox who acted freely but gracefully.
    You notice that you have five free stat points that you can allocate to your main stats however you want, but you'll decide that later.
    Your main skill is 'Throw Object' because you're in the school darts team. You're confident that you can throw anything you can lift and it will hit any target you want within range. There are also some other weird skills you can learn but you don't have any points to spend, so oh well.
    Everything is looking fine, it's time to get dressed.

    Of course, there's your trademark hoodie. You choose a nice feminine skirt to balance it out. Finally, you slip off your striped panties from last night, and wonder what to wear today.
    <<Choice of panties will also give Lillica a temporary skill. If you want to go with something not listed here, I'll make up a skill to match it.>>
    -Cotton panties: vending machines may give free drinks
    -Striped panties: the lights at a zebra crossing will change the moment you arrive and instantly change back when you step off
    -Strawberry panties: coins you flip will land heads nine times out of ten
    -Side-tie panties: resistance to poison
    (Also don't forget to allocate her stat points)
    ==================
    After a bit of thinking you decide to go with another pair of striped panties, since you got free ice cream from the store for being the last customer before closing time yesterday and you think it might be good luck.
    You're lucky that nobody saw your panties yesterday, because if they did, and then you wore striped panties again today, and someone saw that, word would get around that you were a girl with no variety. Or a girl who liked stripes, and then if every day after that people asked you "Hey Lillica, are you wearing striped panties again today?", you definitely wouldn't be able to take it.
    Your stats sheet has also been updated accordingly.

    <From now on it will only show whenever you call it up or something important happens>
    With all your clothes sorted, it's time for breakfast.

    You have the usual sandwich of egg and bacon, and look around for a drink to wash it down.
    -Milk
    -Coffee
    -Water
    -Juice
    -Tea
    -Drink all the above
    ==================
    Oh yeah, actually...
    You really don't like coffee.
    Regardless, because of some cosmic will, you finish drinking the cup of coffee, and head out on your way.
    You feel the coffee warming you up, and the bitter taste still numbing your tongue.

    That's right!
    Lillica, it's time to go:
    -To school
    -To the mysterious house in the forest
    -To fight crime
    ==================
    Going to school...

    Going to school...

    And you've arrived!

    ...Well, you have, at least.
    Not sure about everyone else.
    -The school is completely quiet! It's like everyone has vanished!
    -No, my mistake. I'm just late.
    ==================
    You're late! You're late! 'Everyone in the school has disappeared except me'? What kind of ridiculous delusion was that?
    The truth of the matter was that you were very late for class, and it immediately pushed anything else out of your head as you ran frantically towards your classroom.

    "That's as far as you go." A voice instantly makes your feet stop. A quiet voice, that would be soothing if it wasn't so cold. A silhouette obstructs your shortest route to class.

    "I can't allow you to go any further than this."
    A girl you've never seen before. She must have been the same age as you, making her another student here, and her clothes suggested she was part of the disciplinary committee.
    Her steely gaze pins your shoes to the floor.
    -Say something to her (Give exact statements/questions in post)
    -Try to charge through
    -Attack her straight off
    -Do as she says and find another way
    ==================
    That's right.The best thing to do is avoid any conflict at a time like this.
    "Oh, you're going?" She blinks, as if she had actually expected you to attack. "That's reassuring. I was getting tired of mopping blood off the floor."
    Well, that had to be a bluff.
    Of course it was a bluff.
    In fact, you're amazed she actually managed to say something like that with a completely straight face. And you thought you were delusional, thinking the students had disappeared. You take comfort in the fact that no matter how badly-off you are, there's always someone worse.

    You turn around and leave the delusional girl behind, though not without the feeling that it definitely wasn't going to be the last time the two of you met.
    Retracing your steps, you take the nearest detour, past the storage cupboard on the ground floor.
    You're still late for class, after all. You turn your solemn retreat into a brisk walk, until you suddenly realize something else kind of important.

    Your feet stop and you shiver for a moment, taking the pause to press your legs together.
    Ummm. This is a bit embarrassing to say, but you need the bathroom.
    You can probably hold it through the lesson, but it's uncomfortable all the same.
    You think back on the morning's events.

    Ah, that's right. Not only did you have that coffee, you also forgot to use the bathroom that morning.
    That explains a lot, but doesn't really help.
    Thinking over your options, there aren't any bathrooms on the way to class from where you are, so the closest one is...
    Past that delusional girl.
    Maybe it would be better to hold it.
    Maybe?
    -Hold it and go to class
    -Go back to that girl
    -Check the storage cupboard for anything useful
    ==============
    Link to chapter 2
  12. Upvote
    Rainyday got a reaction from lazor for a blog entry, 12- Lillica Crunch   
    Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.
    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?
    You thought so.
    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.
    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"
    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"
    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"
    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.
    "You really want know that bad?"
    "Definitely!"
    "It's a long story."
    "Stop trying to scare me off!"
    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.
    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."
    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.
    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.
    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.
    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.
    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.
    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.
    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.
    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

    ...And the pressure went down.
    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.
    ...And then she woke up.

    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.
    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.
    What happened?
    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.
    Yes.
    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.
    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.
    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.
    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.
    No. No, no, no---
    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.
    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-
    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.
    She couldn't explain it.
    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.
    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--
    And then, she woke up.
    ========================================

    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.
    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?
    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.
    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?
    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?
    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.
    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

    But fate wasn't so kind to her.
    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.
    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.
    And, as a consequence...


    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.
    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.
    Her body was giving in.
    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-
    It
    wouldn't
    stop.
    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.
    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.
    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.
    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.
    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

    "-----------!!"
    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.
    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.
    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -
    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

    And then she woke up again.


    ========================================
    ...This was too much.

    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.
    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-
    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.
    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...
    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.
    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.
    None of it made sense.
    It was too much to bear.
    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.
    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.
    And there was one way to get out.
    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.


    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.
    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.
    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.
    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.
    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.
    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.
    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.
    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.
    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.
    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -
    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?
    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.
    And now - she was going to escape it -

    ------------

    "T-T-T-T......"
    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.
    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."
    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."
    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"
    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."
    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"
    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."
    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."
    "Good."
    ========================================
    Anyway.
    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.
    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.
    "Yep?"
    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"
    "H-Huh?"

    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.
    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.
    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.
    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.
    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.
    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."
    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.
    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"
    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."
    >"Then, could you maybe __________"
    >Send them off
    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)
    ========================================

    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

    "Well... if you say so."
    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.
    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.
    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.
    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!
    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!
    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?
    That's an official Felicitation!"

    And she was gone.


    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

    **Secondary Barrier Broken**
    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

    ......
    Oh wait, you're down there.

    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"
    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.
    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.
    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.
    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.
    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.
    But you couldn't. Not yet.
    You still had the willpower for one more try.
    >Use something from inventory: _________
    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________
    >Other: _____________
    >>Method to hold it in: ________
    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]
    ========================================
    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

    So.
    It had come down to this.
    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.
    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.
    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.
    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.
    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.
    “...”
    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

    At least, you think it's the right place.
    You're really not sure about this.
    Maybe it's a bit higher-

    “Nnnn...!!”

    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”
    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.
    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.
    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.
    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.
    If you just focused a bit more-




    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.
    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”
    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.
    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.
    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”
    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.
    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.
    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!
    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”
    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”
    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.
    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”
    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”
    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”
    “You talked to her?”
    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.
    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”
    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”
    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.
    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.
    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”
    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.
    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”
    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

    “..........Ah, ummm....”
    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.
    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.
    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”
    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”
    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.
    This was too much.
    You were backed completely into a corner.



    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”
    “Your student card...?”
    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”


    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.
    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-







    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”
    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

    “----------------!!!!!!!”

    Or not.
    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.
    “Haaah, haaah...”
    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.
    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.
    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”
    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”
    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.
    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”
    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.
    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.
    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!
    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.


















    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.
    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.
    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.






    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”
    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.
    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

    Well.
    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...
    …......
    …..........

    You wet.... yourself.... in school.
    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.
    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.
    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.
    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

    “...........”
    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.
    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.



    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**
    ========================================
    Chapter 1 Epilogue
    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.
    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 20 stat points**
    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

    Delicacy
    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.
    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.
    Appraise
    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.
    Pickup Artist
    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.
    Softness
    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.
    Pluck
    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.
    Useless skill
    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.
    It's time to allocate things!
    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.
    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.
    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).
    Exceptions:
    Appraise: 1->4
    Pickup Artist: 4->8
    Useless skill: 1 point per level
    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]
    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.
    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]
    ========================================
    [After a variety of discussion]

    +12 Speed
    +6 Style
    +1 Charm
    1 Point Remaining

    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!
    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!
    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!
    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.
    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!
    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!
    2.6 points remaining
    ========================================
    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...


    "......"
    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.
    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

    "Now... let's finish this."

    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**
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    Rainyday got a reaction from melodey for a blog entry, 12- Lillica Crunch   
    Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.
    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?
    You thought so.
    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.
    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"
    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"
    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"
    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.
    "You really want know that bad?"
    "Definitely!"
    "It's a long story."
    "Stop trying to scare me off!"
    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.
    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."
    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.
    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.
    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.
    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.
    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.
    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.
    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.
    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

    ...And the pressure went down.
    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.
    ...And then she woke up.

    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.
    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.
    What happened?
    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.
    Yes.
    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.
    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.
    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.
    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.
    No. No, no, no---
    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.
    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-
    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.
    She couldn't explain it.
    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.
    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--
    And then, she woke up.
    ========================================

    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.
    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?
    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.
    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?
    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?
    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.
    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

    But fate wasn't so kind to her.
    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.
    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.
    And, as a consequence...


    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.
    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.
    Her body was giving in.
    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-
    It
    wouldn't
    stop.
    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.
    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.
    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.
    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.
    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

    "-----------!!"
    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.
    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.
    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -
    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

    And then she woke up again.


    ========================================
    ...This was too much.

    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.
    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-
    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.
    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...
    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.
    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.
    None of it made sense.
    It was too much to bear.
    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.
    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.
    And there was one way to get out.
    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.


    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.
    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.
    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.
    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.
    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.
    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.
    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.
    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.
    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.
    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -
    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?
    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.
    And now - she was going to escape it -

    ------------

    "T-T-T-T......"
    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.
    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."
    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."
    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"
    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."
    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"
    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."
    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."
    "Good."
    ========================================
    Anyway.
    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.
    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.
    "Yep?"
    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"
    "H-Huh?"

    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.
    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.
    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.
    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.
    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.
    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."
    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.
    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"
    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."
    >"Then, could you maybe __________"
    >Send them off
    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)
    ========================================

    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

    "Well... if you say so."
    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.
    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.
    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.
    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!
    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!
    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?
    That's an official Felicitation!"

    And she was gone.


    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

    **Secondary Barrier Broken**
    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

    ......
    Oh wait, you're down there.

    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"
    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.
    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.
    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.
    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.
    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.
    But you couldn't. Not yet.
    You still had the willpower for one more try.
    >Use something from inventory: _________
    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________
    >Other: _____________
    >>Method to hold it in: ________
    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]
    ========================================
    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

    So.
    It had come down to this.
    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.
    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.
    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.
    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.
    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.
    “...”
    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

    At least, you think it's the right place.
    You're really not sure about this.
    Maybe it's a bit higher-

    “Nnnn...!!”

    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”
    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.
    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.
    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.
    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.
    If you just focused a bit more-




    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.
    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”
    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.
    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.
    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”
    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.
    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.
    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!
    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”
    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”
    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.
    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”
    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”
    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”
    “You talked to her?”
    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.
    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”
    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”
    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.
    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.
    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”
    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.
    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”
    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

    “..........Ah, ummm....”
    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.
    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.
    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”
    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”
    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.
    This was too much.
    You were backed completely into a corner.



    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”
    “Your student card...?”
    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”


    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.
    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-







    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”
    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

    “----------------!!!!!!!”

    Or not.
    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.
    “Haaah, haaah...”
    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.
    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.
    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”
    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”
    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.
    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”
    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.
    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.
    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!
    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.


















    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.
    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.
    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.






    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”
    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.
    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

    Well.
    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...
    …......
    …..........

    You wet.... yourself.... in school.
    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.
    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.
    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.
    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

    “...........”
    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.
    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.



    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**
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    Chapter 1 Epilogue
    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.
    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 20 stat points**
    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

    Delicacy
    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.
    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.
    Appraise
    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.
    Pickup Artist
    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.
    Softness
    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.
    Pluck
    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.
    Useless skill
    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.
    It's time to allocate things!
    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.
    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.
    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).
    Exceptions:
    Appraise: 1->4
    Pickup Artist: 4->8
    Useless skill: 1 point per level
    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]
    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.
    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]
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    [After a variety of discussion]

    +12 Speed
    +6 Style
    +1 Charm
    1 Point Remaining

    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!
    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!
    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!
    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.
    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!
    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!
    2.6 points remaining
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    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...


    "......"
    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.
    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

    "Now... let's finish this."

    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**
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    Rainyday got a reaction from Kyuu for a blog entry, 12- Lillica Crunch   
    Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.
    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?
    You thought so.
    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.
    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"
    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"
    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"
    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.
    "You really want know that bad?"
    "Definitely!"
    "It's a long story."
    "Stop trying to scare me off!"
    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.
    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."
    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.
    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.
    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.
    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.
    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.
    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.
    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.
    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

    ...And the pressure went down.
    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.
    ...And then she woke up.

    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.
    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.
    What happened?
    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.
    Yes.
    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.
    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.
    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.
    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.
    No. No, no, no---
    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.
    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-
    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.
    She couldn't explain it.
    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.
    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--
    And then, she woke up.
    ========================================

    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.
    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?
    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.
    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?
    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?
    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.
    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

    But fate wasn't so kind to her.
    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.
    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.
    And, as a consequence...


    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.
    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.
    Her body was giving in.
    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-
    It
    wouldn't
    stop.
    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.
    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.
    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.
    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.
    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

    "-----------!!"
    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.
    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.
    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -
    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

    And then she woke up again.


    ========================================
    ...This was too much.

    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.
    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-
    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.
    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...
    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.
    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.
    None of it made sense.
    It was too much to bear.
    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.
    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.
    And there was one way to get out.
    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.


    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.
    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.
    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.
    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.
    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.
    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.
    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.
    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.
    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.
    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -
    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?
    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.
    And now - she was going to escape it -

    ------------

    "T-T-T-T......"
    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.
    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."
    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."
    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"
    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."
    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"
    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."
    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."
    "Good."
    ========================================
    Anyway.
    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.
    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.
    "Yep?"
    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"
    "H-Huh?"

    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.
    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.
    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.
    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.
    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.
    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."
    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.
    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"
    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."
    >"Then, could you maybe __________"
    >Send them off
    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)
    ========================================

    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

    "Well... if you say so."
    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.
    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.
    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.
    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!
    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!
    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?
    That's an official Felicitation!"

    And she was gone.


    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

    **Secondary Barrier Broken**
    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

    ......
    Oh wait, you're down there.

    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"
    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.
    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.
    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.
    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.
    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.
    But you couldn't. Not yet.
    You still had the willpower for one more try.
    >Use something from inventory: _________
    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________
    >Other: _____________
    >>Method to hold it in: ________
    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]
    ========================================
    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

    So.
    It had come down to this.
    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.
    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.
    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.
    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.
    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.
    “...”
    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

    At least, you think it's the right place.
    You're really not sure about this.
    Maybe it's a bit higher-

    “Nnnn...!!”

    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”
    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.
    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.
    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.
    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.
    If you just focused a bit more-




    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.
    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”
    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.
    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.
    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”
    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.
    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.
    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!
    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”
    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”
    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.
    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”
    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”
    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”
    “You talked to her?”
    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.
    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”
    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”
    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.
    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.
    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”
    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.
    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”
    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

    “..........Ah, ummm....”
    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.
    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.
    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”
    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”
    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.
    This was too much.
    You were backed completely into a corner.



    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”
    “Your student card...?”
    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”


    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.
    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-







    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”
    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

    “----------------!!!!!!!”

    Or not.
    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.
    “Haaah, haaah...”
    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.
    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.
    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”
    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”
    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.
    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”
    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.
    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.
    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!
    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.


















    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.
    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.
    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.






    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”
    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.
    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

    Well.
    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...
    …......
    …..........

    You wet.... yourself.... in school.
    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.
    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.
    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.
    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

    “...........”
    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.
    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.



    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**
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    Chapter 1 Epilogue
    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.
    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 20 stat points**
    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

    Delicacy
    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.
    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.
    Appraise
    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.
    Pickup Artist
    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.
    Softness
    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.
    Pluck
    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.
    Useless skill
    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.
    It's time to allocate things!
    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.
    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.
    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).
    Exceptions:
    Appraise: 1->4
    Pickup Artist: 4->8
    Useless skill: 1 point per level
    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]
    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.
    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]
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    [After a variety of discussion]

    +12 Speed
    +6 Style
    +1 Charm
    1 Point Remaining

    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!
    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!
    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!
    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.
    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!
    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!
    2.6 points remaining
    ========================================
    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...


    "......"
    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.
    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

    "Now... let's finish this."

    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**
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    Rainyday got a reaction from OmoCommando for a blog entry, 12- Lillica Crunch   
    Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.
    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?
    You thought so.
    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.
    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"
    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"
    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"
    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.
    "You really want know that bad?"
    "Definitely!"
    "It's a long story."
    "Stop trying to scare me off!"
    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.
    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."
    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.
    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.
    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.
    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.
    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.
    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.
    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.
    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

    ...And the pressure went down.
    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.
    ...And then she woke up.

    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.
    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.
    What happened?
    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.
    Yes.
    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.
    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.
    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.
    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.
    No. No, no, no---
    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.
    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-
    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.
    She couldn't explain it.
    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.
    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--
    And then, she woke up.
    ========================================

    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.
    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?
    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.
    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?
    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?
    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.
    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

    But fate wasn't so kind to her.
    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.
    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.
    And, as a consequence...


    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.
    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.
    Her body was giving in.
    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-
    It
    wouldn't
    stop.
    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.
    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.
    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.
    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.
    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

    "-----------!!"
    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.
    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.
    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -
    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

    And then she woke up again.


    ========================================
    ...This was too much.

    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.
    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-
    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.
    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...
    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.
    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.
    None of it made sense.
    It was too much to bear.
    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.
    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.
    And there was one way to get out.
    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.


    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.
    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.
    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.
    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.
    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.
    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.
    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.
    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.
    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.
    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -
    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?
    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.
    And now - she was going to escape it -

    ------------

    "T-T-T-T......"
    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.
    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."
    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."
    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"
    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."
    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"
    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."
    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."
    "Good."
    ========================================
    Anyway.
    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.
    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.
    "Yep?"
    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"
    "H-Huh?"

    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.
    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.
    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.
    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.
    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.
    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."
    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.
    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"
    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."
    >"Then, could you maybe __________"
    >Send them off
    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)
    ========================================

    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

    "Well... if you say so."
    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.
    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.
    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.
    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!
    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!
    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?
    That's an official Felicitation!"

    And she was gone.


    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

    **Secondary Barrier Broken**
    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

    ......
    Oh wait, you're down there.

    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"
    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.
    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.
    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.
    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.
    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.
    But you couldn't. Not yet.
    You still had the willpower for one more try.
    >Use something from inventory: _________
    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________
    >Other: _____________
    >>Method to hold it in: ________
    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]
    ========================================
    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

    So.
    It had come down to this.
    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.
    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.
    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.
    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.
    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.
    “...”
    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

    At least, you think it's the right place.
    You're really not sure about this.
    Maybe it's a bit higher-

    “Nnnn...!!”

    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”
    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.
    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.
    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.
    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.
    If you just focused a bit more-




    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.
    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”
    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.
    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.
    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”
    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.
    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.
    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!
    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”
    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”
    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.
    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”
    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”
    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”
    “You talked to her?”
    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.
    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”
    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”
    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.
    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.
    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”
    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.
    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”
    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

    “..........Ah, ummm....”
    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.
    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.
    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”
    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”
    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.
    This was too much.
    You were backed completely into a corner.



    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”
    “Your student card...?”
    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”


    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.
    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-







    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”
    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

    “----------------!!!!!!!”

    Or not.
    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.
    “Haaah, haaah...”
    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.
    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.
    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”
    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”
    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.
    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”
    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.
    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.
    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!
    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.


















    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.
    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.
    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.






    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”
    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.
    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

    Well.
    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...
    …......
    …..........

    You wet.... yourself.... in school.
    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.
    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.
    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.
    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

    “...........”
    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.
    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.



    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**
    ========================================
    Chapter 1 Epilogue
    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.
    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 1 Level!**
    **You have gained 20 stat points**
    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

    Delicacy
    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.
    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.
    Appraise
    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.
    Pickup Artist
    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.
    Softness
    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.
    Pluck
    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.
    Useless skill
    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.
    It's time to allocate things!
    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.
    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.
    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).
    Exceptions:
    Appraise: 1->4
    Pickup Artist: 4->8
    Useless skill: 1 point per level
    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]
    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.
    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]
    ========================================
    [After a variety of discussion]

    +12 Speed
    +6 Style
    +1 Charm
    1 Point Remaining

    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!
    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!
    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!
    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.
    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!
    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!
    2.6 points remaining
    ========================================
    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...


    "......"
    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.
    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

    "Now... let's finish this."

    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**
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    At this point, you're so desperate for relief that you can hardly think.Your lingering remnants of modesty make you remove your hand from between your legs - after all, a girl can't be seen grabbing somewhere like that in public - but you slowly move over and talk to the student from the Art Society.

    "H-Hey, c-could you maybe make one of those fountains for me as well? Nothing fancy, just something small and simple and cute, and sturdy enough for me to sit on the edge, not too high so I can stay balanced, and the water not too cold, and somewhere private where nobody would see...
    I-It would be really, really refreshing..."
    "Unfortunately, these fountains were hard to transport so I haven't brought any other materials. If you had the tools and things to make it out of, I could give it a try-"
    So it was an item retrieval quest. Okay, you could do that. The reward would be worth it. Definitely. All you had to do was go get some things--
    "Lillica, what you asking?! We need to hurry up and get to Jasmine!" Fortunately, Felicity still has her common sense.
    >Explain your problem to Felicity
    >Charge through
    >Move carefully
    >Talk to a different bystander
    >Other: ________
    ========================================
    That's right. You could rely on Felicity. Even if it was embarrassing, you could tell her what was going on, since she did already know about the whole Princess Curse deal as well. You slowly move closer and whisper to her.
    "F-Felicity... Actually, t-the Princess Curse tea has kind of activated, so now... I need to go really bad. I... I don't think I can make it down this corridor like it is..."

    "A...Ah." Felicity sighs, blushing a small bit. "T-That's a problem."
    "Yeah, a problem..." You give her a pleading look. "C-Can you come up with anything to help...?"
    "A strategy to help you deal with that, huh... Geez, what kind of things are you making me think of? Well, since I guess you are in kind of an urgent pinch and can't focus properly, I'll see what I can do."
    Felicity begins thinking hard.

    "Hmmmm..... if she... maybe.... but then what if..... and then.... or maybe what about.... but then she might..... so I'd have to... but... I'd see her..... and that means..... or maybe.... if she...."

    "............................................"
    Felicity has gone silent, now deep in thought.
    >"Ummm, it's okay, you don't need to think that hard about it--"
    >Let her keep thinking
    >Whisper something else into her ear: _____
    >Leave her behind
    >Other: __________
    ========================================
    "Wait, Felicity, I've got it!" You shake her out of whatever trance she was in. "These obstacles are too much for one person, but... we can do it if the two of us combine!"
    "Combine?"
    "Yeah, combine, combine! I'll get on your shoulders, and we'll battle through the crowd like that!"
    There was a silence for a moment.
    "I'll get on your shoulders, and--"
    "I... I heard you the first time." Felicity sounds like she doesn't want to hear it for the second.
    "We can do it, right?"
    "Well, we could, but..."
    "Then let's go! Combine!"

    *Lillica and Felicity have combined*
    Whooaah, you suddenly feel tall! Well, neither of you are that tall on your own so the result is nothing that would make the basketball team jealous, but being this high up put everything in a new perspective.
    Plus, Felicity's shoulders were comfortable. Especially due to the top she was wearing, you could feel how smooth her skin was.
    There were a few technical complications with you not having any panties on, but some careful adjusting of your skirt avoids any unnecessarily lewd contact.
    The two of you are ready!
    "We're the perfect team!" You smirk. "You'd call this combination 'The Felillica Protocol', right?"
    "N-No.... y-you're on top... so it would be Lillicity..." It seems like Felicity isn't quite thinking straight.
    "Let's get moving. An uncombined robot will be no match for two combined humans!"
    "Right..."
    Felicity begins walking.

    Your whole body shakes up and down from the movement.
    Each bump sends a jolt inside your body, increasing the pressure in an already dangerously overfull place.
    You know, maybe you should have thought this idea through a bit more.
    Of all places, if you lost it here... your thoughts melt from the very notion.
    That's right. Hold it in, hold it in, hold it--

    "Haaaaahhh---?!"
    You let your guard down - before you knew it you felt something hot spurt out, and you instantly clamp your legs together and squeeze as tight as possible to stop it.
    If you let up on the pressure even a bit, you were going to burst.
    "Felicity, Felicity, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really about to--"
    "G-Ggggccck--Lillica-your legs---I---can't-breathe---"
    Felicity's face seems to somehow be going white and an intense shade of crimson at the same time.
    Not just for your sake, but Felicity's too, focus, focus, focus----

    *BZAAAAAAAAPPP*
    Because you forgot to turn your sparkles off, five of them hit Felicity at once and cause a chain reaction, brutally electrocuting her for 160 damage.


    Felicy has collapsed. You take 20 damage each.
    She's still conscious, but pretty shaken.
    You're not sure you can hold on for that much longer, either.
    *Lillica and Felicity have uncombined*
    >Try combining again
    >Combine with one of the other bystanders
    >Combine with the robot
    >Different plan: __________
    >Use item: __________
    >Other: _____________
    ========================================
    "Ummm... h-hey..." You make your way towards the photo club girl. "Ummm... actually...."
    You begin to have second thoughts. The photo club girl didn't really do anything wrong, did she? She was just doing her club stuff.
    Now, you didn't have anything against extremely violent solutions when your opponent deserved it (by doing things like being a spider), but really, would it be fair to subject an innocent bystander to something like that?
    Maybe it would be a better idea to ask her nicely if she could--

    "Gyaaaaaah!"
    "Ahhh, huh--?!"
    Because your legs aren't in the most reliable state at the moment, you trip over and crash right into her, knocking her backwards through the air right into the tickle robot! It was an accident, so you're completely absolved of any moral blame!

    "U-Uwa, wait, no, help me---!" The photo club girl cries, "I don't like tentaacccllleesss---!"
    But you can do nothing as you watch her fly further and further back into the jaws of the ticklebot.

    "Uwaaaaaaaaa----!!"

    A brilliant light shines out as the two of them collide, along with a shower of electric sparkles, causing you to temporarily shield your eyes.
    When the light clears, you see the photo club girl is gone.
    So is the robot, in fact.
    In their place...

    *Photo Girl and Tickle Robot have combined*
    Is a fearsome cross between man and machine, a combat cyborg specially designed for the purposes of photography and tickling, and it was clear that it was very, very good at both of them.
    Maybe their affinity was high, or you propelled the girl into the robot at just the right velocity, but the fact of the matter was that two huge dangers had now combined into one gigantic danger.

    You don't understaaaaand.
    You're not sure if you ever will.
    >Run away
    >Fight the cyborg
    >Try to negotiate
    >Try to revive Felicity
    >Charge through
    >Other: _____________
    ========================================
    You crawl over to Felicity.
    "Felicityyyy."
    Her eyes are looking dazed.
    "Feliiiccciiiiiiiiittttyyyyyyy."
    No reply.
    You wave your hand in front of her face but she doesn't respond.
    You poke her on the cheek. Super soft.
    Still no response, though.
    You suspect that if you tried giving her the Perfect Cola in this state, you might end up drowning her.
    >Whisper something into her ear: ______
    >Use item: _______
    >Massage
    >Check her panties
    >Other: _________
    ========================================
    Yes, a massage.
    People didn't like getting woken up, but everyone liked massages, so if you get woken up by a massage, you can't complain, right?
    That's what you thought.
    You would like it if a massage woke you up, but your alarm clock couldn't do that. It could only beep and shake.
    Now, where would you massage her? You feel like if you overstepped your boundaries you'd probably get a hard smack once she woke up, so the safest option would be her feet.
    Crawling over, you gently remove her left sandal and begin massaging.

    As you massage her, you shift your own legs up and down to try and keep your desperation down, which kind of worked but not really.
    You were really at bursting point. Every move you make, you have to make slowly and carefully. Jolts from your arms could travel down and become a tiny extra squeeze between your thighs. You had to be even more careful with your legs: with every movement you needed to refocus to make sure you never let up on the pressure.
    One wrong move would be like tipping over a full glass inside you.
    Your breathing gets heavier as you run your thumb along the arch of Felicity's foot, and softly squeeze her toes between your fingers.
    Your back was to all the student bystanders, so you slowly allowed yourself a bit of mercy. Still massaging Felicity with your right hand, you bring your left down into your skirt and squeeze as hard as you can, tensing up and shivering for a moment. That was good. You could let your leg muscles relax a bit. Just a bit.
    Your face is burning up, glad that nobody else can see exactly what you're doing or exactly how bad you needed the bathroom.

    "Nnn... haaaahh.... haaahh... uuuu....!"
    For a moment you need to stop massaging as the intensity gets worse. Both hands pressed firmly into you, you take a deep breath and hold very still as you will yourself not to lose control.
    You need to go badly.
    You need to go so, so badly.
    It was going to spill. It'll leak. It'll overflow. You can't take it. Lillica can't take it. You're just a highschool girl.
    "Haaahh... ahh!"

    You bend forwards and grab yourself desperately with your right hand while your left goes back to massaging.
    Bathroom bathroom battthhhrrooom.
    In fact, maybe if you put Felicity's foot between your thighs, you could massage her at the same time as - no that's an absolutely terrible idea.
    You can't think straight, but you realize that this massage wasn't working. Keeping it up would just end with a still dazed Felicity and a new Lillica-branded puddle on the floor.
    You needed to switch plans.
    Slowly moving next to her head, you cup your hand to your mouth and whisper into her ear.

    "Felicity, if you don't wake up, I'm going to try CPR on you."
    No reply.
    ".....If you don't wake up, I'm going to steal your panties."
    Still no reply.
    Now, were you going to keep your word?
    You're not sure you could remember how to do proper CPR, but the second option was certainly a possibility.
    >Do it
    >Don't do it
    ========================================
    Well, stealing someone's panties without their permission was a bit mean, so you'd probably give them back if she asked.But either way, there was no harm in seeing if it worked.


    "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING--?!"
    Felicity's foot flies straight into the bottom of your chin at an incredible speed.
    *You take 30 damage*

    "Panty stalker! Underwear gremlin! Invasive Skirtographer! Oppervertunist!! Your brain's corrupted with a sexual harrasmentality! A degenerate to the core! The Lillincarnation of Lillicarnal desire!! Honestly, I can't believe you! Seriously, I know they're important, but are panties the only thing on your mind half the time?! Sure, do whatever you want with your own, it's not like I'm interested in your underwear or anything at all, but you see this skirt here that I'm wearing? Nothing is allowed in and up past the hem except the new clean pair of panties I put on that morning! Your hand is not a clean pair of panties, so it's not allowed!! It's banned! In fact, it's contra-banned!! Even if your hand was bitten by an Asian Saw-Scaled Viper and the only antidote was kept on the inside of my skirt, you still need to ask before you can take it! Of course, that would be an emergency situation so I'd say yes, but you need to let a girl prepare her heart before you get your hand anywhere near there!! Do you understand, or do you want me to drill the entire history of social etiquette regarding panties right into your head starting from square one? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
    "I-I understand..."
    "Seriously, if you were anyone else and you tried that, you'd be dead right now!"
    Your plan to wake up Felicity was successful, at least. She's pretty mad, but it looks like she'll calm down and it probably isn't something she'll hold a grudge over.
    >Talk with Felicity more
    >Come up with a plan to get through: _____
    >Come up with emergency measures to hold back your desperation: _____
    >Other: ______
    ========================================
    "R-Relax, Felicity, it's just skinship between girls, nothing that major~" You smile and try to wave it off. "I mean, the girls in the fashion club probably do it all the time, right?""Lillica, you need to realize that you're the only girl who thinks the way you do by a very wide margin."
    "Next time I check your panties, I'll make sure to ask permission first!"
    "That's not the sort of thing you should ever talk about with anyone!!"
    Felicity's face is red again. She's cute like this, so you decide to tease her a bit more.
    "What's wrong, Felicity? Could it be that you might secretly like that sort of-"

    "DON'T-"

    "-SAY-"

    "-ANOTHER-"

    "-WORD!!"
    Felicity unleashes a ferocious combination of fighting techniques on you before you can finish, blasting you into the far wall.
    Fortunately, she doesn't seem properly angry at you, and even though it was a very flashy show, she held back so it hardly hurt at all.
    **You have taken 5 damage**
    However, because you only had 2hp left, you have died.
    **GAME OVER**

    On the border between life and death, a strange image comes to mind.

    But you quickly forget about it as the your consciousness fades.
    [Note: Rainyday forgot about it too. Oh well.]


    ========================================
    "W-Well, sorry about the whole combining thing." You smile meekly and pass her your can of Perfect Cola. "Drink this, it'll make you feel better.""S-Surely you need this more than I-" Felicity starts to interject but tactfully dodges around the notion that you drinking anything is completely out of the question right now. "....Thanks, then."
    Felicity gulps down the whole can.

    **Felicity's HP has fully recovered**
    Yes. Just because she had robot eyes, more revealing clothes and half a dozen wriggling steel limbs, it didn't necessarily mean the photography club girl had turned evil. She seemed like the friendliest of all the bystanders, so maybe you could ask for her help.Squeezing your legs together as you get up, you slowly make your way over to her and stammer out a suggestion.

    "H-Hey, ummmm... the two of us are really in a hurry, and... nnnn... ahhh!" You pause for a moment to take a breath. "I was wondering if you could help us... uuu... get through this crowd somehow...? Like, maybe with some sort of beam?"
    "A beam? Sure, I can do that." The cyborg's reply is friendly. "I'd like you to do something for me in return, though."
    "Huh?"
    "Photos! Let me take some quick photos of you, and I'll help you get to wherever you need in a flash. Sound good?"
    "Ahhhh.. ummmm..."
    "And not just any photos, either. Special photos."
    You had a bad feeling about this.
    "Special in... what way?"
    "Of course..."

    "Photos of a cute girl being tickled mercilessly!"
    The mechanical hands behind her wiggle their fingers like worms in zero gravity.
    "It's amazing! Ever since I attained this form, I've gained this overwhelming passion - this unrestrainable desire to tickle girls to their very limit and capture their dazed faces, their frantic twitching reactions, their moment of induced hysteria on film! You don't understand how badly I need to try this out! I want to tickle a girl's arms, a girl's waist and stomach, her feet and the backs of her knees and all sorts of other places! I'll make the best collection of tickle photos in the universe!"
    "I-I see..."
    You slowly start to back away, but the girl calms you down.
    "Oh, don't worry. I've still got my self-control: I wouldn't do that sort of thing to anyone who didn't agree to it first. That's why I'm asking if you'll let me do it, so we both benefit from this deal."
    >"There's no way I can ever agree to that!!"
    >Think of a way to make sure you won't leak while being tickled, then agree
    >Convince her that you'll let her do it, but only later today
    >Say she can tickle Felicity
    >Other: _______________
    ========================================
    "Feliiiicciiiittyyy-"
    "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
    Instant reply.
    "Don't drag me into your crazy negotiations! I do not want some sleazy paparazzi cyborg taking those sorts of photos of me!"
    "B-But-"
    "No buts!! I'm not going to agree to become some sort of cheap tickleodeon!!"
    It takes you a long moment to realize that she'd made a portmanteau of 'tickle' and 'nickelodeon', an early 20th-century form of theater where motion pictures could be viewed for a nickel.
    "I really need to-"
    "I know you do, but is this really the best way?!"
    "Feliicciiittyyy, I'll do anytthiiinngg you asssskkk!"

    "...Anything?"
    "A-Anything! As long as it's not impossible! And after I get to a girl's room somewhere!"
    ".....Hmmm."
    She's thinking it over.
    "Okay, Lillica." She nods and looks at you. "Let's make a deal."

    "I'll agree to this, if you promise to join either the Tea Society or the Fashion and Sewing Club for the rest of the school year."
    "...Eh? Why do you want me in one of your clubs?"
    "D-Don't read too deeply into it. We could just use more members. You don't need to turn up all the time, just every now and then."
    "Hmmmmm."
    You think about it for three seconds.
    "Sorry, Felicity, that's impossible."
    "Huhh?"
    "I can't join any more societies, I need to support the Darts Club."
    "...This school has a darts club?"
    "O-Of course it does! I'm in it!!" That hurt, kind of.
    "Ahhh, right. That club." She sighs. "Well, I guess your reply wasn't unexpected."
    "T-There's something else I can do to have you agree, isn't there?"
    "Nope."
    Dead end.
    >Think of a way to make sure you won't leak while being tickled, then agree
    >Convince the cyborg that you'll let her do it, but only later today
    >Now that you know the cyborg won't attack, ignore her and make your way past
    >Other: _____
    ========================================
    "Gununu..." You think it over very carefully. It's actually been a long time since you were tickled properly, so you're not sure how sensitive you are to something like that. Really, no matter what, having pictures like that taken would be incredibly embarrassing.
    But as embarrassing as that would be, there's no way it would compare to losing control and having an accident in school.
    Priorities. It was the lesser of two evils, just something small in private to fix up your public appearance.
    There were two major problems with your girl power at the moment. The fact that you didn't have any panties on, and the fact that it was becoming near impossible to hide the fact that you were in the middle of an unavoidable biological crisis.
    You could solve both of those right here.
    "...O-Okay then." You frown, "Get me through this now, then I'll let you do it later today during lunchtime..."
    "Oooh, really?" The cyborg girl's eyes literally shine.
    "But also..." You lower your voice. "Panties. I need a spare pair of panties."
    "No problem!" The girl pulls out a shining silver piece of cloth and presents it before you.

    "These are special, state-of-the-art cyborg panties! I don't need them, so they're yours to keep!"
    You blink twice, amazed at the inset circuitry and electronics.
    "C-Can I hack computers with these panties?!"
    "Ahaha, not quite." She smiles softly. "They're pretty much normal panties, with one exception. See those buttons on each side?"
    "Yeah?"
    "If you hold them both down for five seconds, it starts the countdown for the self-destruct function."
    ".....What?"
    "Useful, right? Ah, don't do it while you're wearing them, though."
    "......."
    Exploding panties were better than none (probably?), so you accepted them.
    **You receive Mechapanties V1**

    "H-Hey, wait!!" Felicity cuts in. "Lillica, you don't need these, I said I'd make a pair for you later in the sewing club room--!"
    "Ehhhh, but isn't this easier all around? It seems like it would have been a bother for you anyway, so aren't you glad you don't have to?"
    "T-That's not the point, I mean, it's not like I wanted to make panties for you or anything, but I already gave my word-"
    "It's okay, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, Felicity. I've already got a new pair here, see?"
    "You... you..."

    "Fine then, you idiot!! I won't make any panties for you! Go wear any underwear you want, see if I care, hmph!"
    Somehow, you made her mad.
    "Ummm, anyway. Felicity, if you don't mind..." You faintly gesture that you'd like to put the panties on.
    Still red with anger, Felicity turns away.

    You finally have panties again! They're a bit suspicious, but you feel at ease. That's one problem gone.
    You bend down to quickly put them on, opening your legs just a bit--

    *spurt*
    A fatal, fatal mistake.
    >Pull up panties as fast as you can
    >Grab yourself with your hands through your skirt
    >Grab yourself under your skirt
    >Don't use your hands, squeeze your legs together, try to still act casual
    >Crouch down, use the back of your leg to apply pressure
    >Other: ________
    (Is this the most important decision in Lillica Quest so far?
    No, not really.)
    ========================================
    "----------?!✄!!!!❦!!?✈?♀?!!!?!!!"
    You pull your panties up with what might have been the fastest panty speed in your life.
    The feel of fabric and slight pressure over your private region makes a welcome return as you try to push a certain other sensation in that area away.

    You completely forget the fact you're in an open corridor where everyone can see, and your hand immediately jolts towards your skirt, grinding your palm against the bunched folds of fabric and pushing your fingers into the gap beneath them. Slowly, carefully, you try and stay completely still, save for the taut, hasty trembles quivering through your entire body, praying the frantic urge was just a momentary thing, and you still had it under control, and soon it was going to stop feeling like your clenched fingers were the only thing holding back a full-fledged accident---
    You draw in a deep, delicate breath, so deliberate that you can hear the soft pitch of your own voice as it inhales, tense up your shoulders, and slowly try and ease off the pressure.
    Carefully. Carrreeffuulllyyy.
    That's right. The beam. You needed to tell the tickle cyborg to fire her beam.Straightening your back and turning towards her, trying to keep a normal posture without your knees buckling, and moving back just enough focus from the dire situation in your panties to be able to form coherent sentences, you try to say something.

    "Haaaah, haaah, ummm, miss.... miss cybor... ahhhhh.... ummm, ummm---"

    "Eeeep---! Wait, wait, wait, noooo--!"

    "Ummm... t-the.... hurry.... I can't.... help meee...."
    "...Huh?" Maybe the fact she was half-robot meant she needed more concise and literal instructions, or maybe the girl was just generally oblivious to start with, but it seems she didn't get it.

    Crouched over and shaking, a blush bright enough across your face to paint the sunset with, shifting your weight from foot to foot and squeezing your intimate area harder into your fingers, you look directly at her and try talking again.
    "T-T-T-The-----"

    *spurt*
    "Haaaauuuahh--!!"
    An immense, hot relief flows into you as a substantial amount of refined Lillica water rushes out in a long spurt.
    Your new underwear soaks up the heat and you feel it spread - this must be the fastest you've ever ruined a pair of panties, too.
    The feeling makes you lose yourself for a moment.
    It felt good. Too good.
    Maybe, just maybe... if you just didn't stop it, and kept going, let everything empty out here and now, it wouldn't be so bad...
    Surely you've fought hard enough?

    "Are you okay?" The cyborg girl blinks twice. (Well, you can't see her eyes, so at least it felt like she did.)
    "Ah-!"
    Miraculously, you somehow manage to stop it. The only evidence is in your panties and dripping slowly down your inner thighs, so you hope nobody notices.
    Of course, nobody could fail to notice the expression on your face, but you didn't think of that.
    "Is there something wrong with your friend?" The cyborg asks Felicity.
    "W-Who knows." Felicity is trying her hardest to look away and pretend she's not thinking of something.
    "T-The beam!" You finally blurt out. "Fire the beam, nooowww!!"
    "Ah, the beam? Got it."












    ========================================



    The beam hits the fountains from the Art Club with full force and literally vaporizes all the water inside them, turning them into mere sculptures.
    The recurring sound of flowing water will now no longer haunt you.

    "Kyaaaaa!"
    "Oh no!"
    Everyone dives out of the way, lest they be fried by the beam.
    There's now a clear path right down the center of the hallway, so you can proceed without any obstacles!

    The beam does not affect the overbearing Photography Club girl, or the Notorious Tickle Robot, because since they'd combined into a Notorious Tickle Photography Cyborg who was no longer interested in taking photos of your non-tickled self and wouldn't tickle you against your wishes, both those obstacles had already been dealt with, even without needing to strike a suspicious bargain with her.
    You're not exactly in the most observant state of mind right now, so it's okay that you didn't notice that.
    "Well, somehow or another, things turned out okay." Felicity sighed. "Come on, Lillica, we still have to hurry--"

    "........"
    "...Lillica? What's wrong?"
    No more fountains. No photographer girl. No ticklebot. No crowding. All the problems were gone.
    However, now, there was another circumstance that had turned into a tiny bit of an issue.
    All that laser charging looked really impressive and cool, but that didn't change the fact it took five minutes to finish.
    All the messing around and negotiation from before that took kind of a while, too.
    And you were in a situation where every second counted.
    So, now...
    You've kind of really reached your limit.

    You can't move.
    If you let go with your hands, opened your legs even a bit, or let your guard down for even a moment...
    It was going to come out.
    This is kind of bad.
    >Ask Felicity for help
    >Ask the Notorious Tickle Photography Cyborg for help
    >Try to just let a bit out to relieve the pressure
    >Try and wait it out and see if it gets under control
    >Use something from inventory
    >Other: _________
    ========================================
    "Hmmm?" Felicity responds when you call her over.Yes. You could rely on Felicity.
    You open your mouth to explain your slight problem to her...

    "........//////" And you can't quite think of what to say.
    Your shyness gets the better of you. You could tell her before, when it relatively wasn't as bad, but... this was a bit too personal to rely on her for.
    Maybe if you could think of a sensible, casual, direct request to make, you could ask her that, but as a girl, there was a limit on just what sort of things you involved other people in.
    >Ask/Tell Felicity something specific: __________
    Options from before are still available:
    >Ask/Tell the Notorious Tickle Photography Cyborg something specific: __________
    >Try to just let a bit out to relieve the pressure
    >Try and wait it out and see if it gets under control
    >Use something from inventory
    >Other: _________
    ========================================
    Natural panties have natural abilities. Artifical panties have built-in abilities.That was an idea.Your mind flashes back to when you brewed the tea that got you into this whole mess, and how you kept the Thymeglass stalk that left a green mark, since apparently it was dangerous.
    Maybe the best thing to do now was fight fire with fire?
    Maybe, just maybe, if you ate this now, by some bizarre law of the universe it might actually help.
    You've done crazier things before, right?
    This was an emergency, too; you had to be prepared to take risks to save your pride.
    But maybe it would be better to check just a bit first.
    "Felicity, you're in the Tea Society too, right?"
    "Yeah, of course."
    "You see, I was thinking... I actually still have a green-marked Thymeglass stalk, and I was wondering----"

    "Don't."
    Felicity's reply is so instantaneous that it felt like time has skipped forwards a few seconds.
    "...Huh?"
    "Lillica, I know exactly what you're thinking, and while unfortunately it is exactly the sort of thing you would be expected to do, listen to me seriously this time and do not, absolutely do not, think of doing it."
    "It's really that bad?"
    "It would be a dire misjudgement. An abys-malfunction. It will be the worst mistake of your life."
    You consider this for a moment.
    "What are the chances there might be an extra effect you don't kn-"

    "DO NOT."
    Okay.
    Option two.
    "Ummm... that was a really cool beam and all, but I was just saying that as an example and we kind of still have problems getting to the third floor where we need to be..."
    "Huh? Does it hurt to move or something?"
    "I-In a sense, you could say that..."
    "That sounds tough."
    "Yeah, so... ummm, would it be too much to ask you have a way of getting us upstairs really fast, without me getting any sudden jolts or needing to shift around or getting tickled?"
    There's a silence.
    "So... you want me to move you... without moving you."
    "Yeah..."
    "Well, I guess I could use a teleporter."
    "Y-You have a teleporter?!" Your eyes light up.
    "Nope."
    "Oh."
    Looks like neither of those ideas will work.

    "Nnnnn... ahhhh...."
    You tense up and shiver as the liquid pressure from deep inside you sends twitches through your muscles.


    -Lillica has entered Limit Panic Mode-
    [Lillica is just barely hanging on, but she's moments away from bursting. However, it isn't time to lose hope just yet.
    Various solutions and outcomes do exist, but you only have three turns to attempt to find one.
    The first turn has ended: if no good solution is reached after two more turns, Lillica won't be able to stop herself from either having an accident, or resorting to something truly desperate.
    Each turn Lillica will take actions attempting to combine most of the suggestions, which will ideally give more information and opportunities; some may be ignored, but a solution that will work will never be overlooked, unless it is an outcome contested by other players.
    Lillica can also attempt to let out a bit of pressure and receive a hint, but this is a risky move and may have consequences later on, or close off certain answers depending on the situation.
    Keep fighting, Lillica.]
    >Ask/Tell Felicity something specific: __________
    >Ask/Tell the Notorious Tickle Photography Cyborg something specific: __________
    >Try to just let a bit out to relieve the pressure (Receive a hint)
    >Try and wait it out and see if it gets under control
    >Use something from inventory
    >Other: _________
    ==Next Chapter: I thought this arc would be over by now but things keep happening==
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    "Hey, hey, did you see that? Somehow during the last 20 minutes, the door got completely barricaded and now you've shown up without any of us realizing! By any chance, do you know what's going on?"


    The mysterious newcomer leaps out of her seat and sprints away into the shadows of the bookshelves.
    That's one harsh rejection. She could have just said 'no'.
    >Chase after her
    >Go back to Felicity
    >Go back to Mirie
    >Go off on your own
    >Other: __________
    =======================
    That's right! She's definitely a suspicious person! Wasting no time, you dash after her and round the corner of the bookshelf--

    --Finding yourself face-to-face with a cheap plywood door in between the two shelves, the gaps round the sides far too narrow to fit through.
    Now, this definitely wasn't supposed to be here.
    >Open it and go through
    >Turn around and go back to Mirie/Felicity
    >Turn around and find a different way around the shelves
    >Other: _____
    =======================
    (Busy during the holiday time but I should be around for at least a handful of updates today)
    You ready the Watchmaker Draft. As usual, you need to finish the whole thing for the effect to activate.
    Wary about losing sight of the mysterious girl, you gulp it down as fast as you can.

    *Max HP +50*
    You cough a bit and wipe your mouth. You suddenly feel much weaker, and realise it's because you now have a much lower percentage of your max HP.
    You're really glad you drank that Princess Curse so drinking all this extra doesn't make you need to go any worse, but on the other hand it does nothing to prevent you feeling very full and slightly dizzy.
    You can only drink one more can; you pull the tab off the Perfect Cola (RT).


    *HP complete recovery*
    You feel revitalized, but you really don't want to drink anything else for a while. Even though you don't feel the pressure in your 'secondary' liquid storage due to the tea, you know that it's probably just as full.
    But anyway. Now you're all set. You grip your pen and burst through the door, ready for anything---


    And a giant wooden battering ram slams right into you and smashes you into the opposite wall, for 507 damage.
    If it makes you feel any better, it broke the frame of the door as well.
    **YOU HAVE DIED**



    You're in front of the door. You already swallowed down the contents of both cans and feel ready to take on anything. You reach to open the door but have the lingering feeling this could be a trap.
    You also have the lingering feeling that you probably should have felt that sooner, but you don't know what that means.
    >Go back to Mirie
    >Go back to Felicity
    >Take a different path
    >Open the door and immediately duck down as low as possible
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    You return to Felicity to find her still beside the Library exit.
    "...No way." She sighs. "I don't think any of us three can get the planks off this door. We're not going anywhere through this exit unless we find the one who boarded it up in the first place and forced them to undo it."
    "About that... I think I might have a clue about who did it?"
    "Hmm?"
    "I didn't see her face, but it's a girl with an orange cap, long pants and a ponytail. She ran off between the shelves, and now there's a door blocking the path that I think it would be a really bad idea to open carelessly."
    "Hmmm." Felicity makes a show of sighing deeply. "I've got to get to Jasmine in the next five minutes. Well, if I tell her how we were boarded in, she'll probably forgive me, but something like that won't be able to heal my lost pride!
    I suppose I've got no choice, then. Lillica, since our interests coincide, and for absolutely no other reason, I'll team up with you to get out of here, whether that involves finding an alternate exit, or beating that girl down by force!"
    You don't know Felicity that well, but she seems very reliable. You remember how her graceful charisma made her instantly popular among girls and boys alike, and her outspoken attitude made her a force not to be crossed with.
    Mirie definitely had a few strange fans, as well. It seems you've been surrounded by popular girls today.
    But more importantly, you needed a plan.
    >"Let's ask Mirie about any other exits."
    >"Let's begin chasing the mysterious girl right away."
    >"By the way, I should tell you, even if it's technically okay for you to be late, we really, really shouldn't take longer than eight minutes, because..."
    >"Felicity, what type of panties are you wearing today?"
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "By the way, I should tell you, even if it's technically okay for you to be late, we really, really shouldn't take longer than eight minutes, because..."
    "Because?"
    "Jasmine and I... kind of drank this tea... and it has a time limit..."
    Felicity's eyes begin to narrow.
    "...And what's this tea called?"
    ".......Princess Curse."

    "Whaaaattttttttttt??!!?"
    Felicity's face turns completely white for a moment.
    Huh? Was it really that much of a shock? Since Jasmine kept a jar of it on the shelf, you thought it wasn't that out of the ordinary for girls to drink some of it. Maybe it was even a regular thing. All the tea club girls would clear their timetables, sit down and share out some of the mystic tea, then when the time limit was up quickly all dash out of the room to head to the - okay yes that was a silly idea.
    But still. It can't have been that surprising, right?
    "Felicity...?"
    "This... this is bad..." She mumbled, still shaking a bit.
    "Well, I guess it is pretty bad, since if we don't finish this in eight minutes I'll kind of be in a---"
    "No, you don't matter! I'm talking about Jasmine!"
    "Huh?" Ignoring the way she instantly dismissed your suffering, you were now a bit confused. "But Jasmine still has the rest of the tea with her, right? Couldn't she just make more Princess Curse to extend her time limit?"
    "...Listen, Lillica." She takes a deep sigh, a genuine one this time. "There's a reason the tea is called 'Princess Curse' and not something less dangerous like 'Princess Gamble' or 'Princess Slight Inconvenience'. It's got a lot of conditions that only lead to big trouble nine times out of ten."
    "You mean like how you can't use the bathroom while the timer's still on?"
    "Yeah, that's one of them." She looks away for a moment. "But there's another one that's much, much worse."
    "Which is...?"
    You're starting to have a suspicion of what it is, but you hope you're wrong.
    "You can't drink the tea more than once at a time."
    Nope, you were completely right.
    "Really bad side-effects happen if you drink more while the timer's still running, and even worse if you drink it while under the effect of multiplied desperation. There's no way for Jasmine to extend her timer."
    ...Shouldn't Jasmine have explained this to you before?
    No, the thought crosses your mind that maybe she didn't want to scare you off because she wanted to drink more tea with you.
    "B-But..." You quickly think, "Jasmine said if I'm not back in time, she'll just go on her own! She knows the risks as well, so she'd get to a bathroom before things got really bad!"
    "Yes, she'd be able to do that if you didn't turn up, but... I'm stuck here as well. I can't take over her shift!"
    "If it got really really bad, it would be worth taking a small break for, wouldn't it?"
    "No." Felicity's final statement is cold and heavy, to the extent she sounded scared of what she was saying herself. "Jasmine can't leave her post under any circumstances until I get there. We were told... that if anyone got past our station, the Tea Society would be disbanded..."
    And the penny drops.
    >We need to chase after that girl right now!
    >No, think smart. Ask Mirie about other exits.
    >No, think smarter. Use a plan so clever that it isn't listed as a choice: ____________
    >"Felicity, what type of panties are you wearing today?"
    =======================
    That's right. Think smart. Having a good plan was more important than executing a bad plan quickly.The both of you go over to Mirie and explain the situation to her.

    "...I see." She nods. You're still amazed that book can stay on her head when she does that. "I-If someone's causing trouble in the library... it's my job to stop them..."
    "It's good that you're taking action," Felicity interrupts, "But what's more important for both me and Lillica right now is that we have an important appointment and we want to get out of here fast. Can you tell us about the exits?"
    Mirie shuffles around in her desk for a moment before taking out a piece of paper.
    "A... a map of the library..."
    "Ah, something useful!" A smile appears on Felicity's face as she takes it, and instantly vanishes the moment she actually looks at the map.

    (Note: you don't need to read all this)

    "What the heck is thiiiiisssss----?!"
    "A... A map..."
    "A map?! You call this essay a map? Mirie Gutenberg, you are the only librarian in the world who would write out a freaking map in the form of a five page literary short story!! Why can't you just give us directions in a way that's goddamn normal?! This so-called 'map' is a failure! A catastrophe! That's it, it's a maptastrophe!"
    "R-Reading is important..."
    "Do you know what else is important?! Actually knowing where the exits to this place are as fast as possible!!"
    "R-Read faster..."
    "By the time we finish reading this, half our time limit will have vanished into thin air! Don't try to pretend that the written medium isn't preceded by hundreds of years of oral tradition!! Just save this for another day and tell us!!"
    "A-Auuuuu...."
    Felicity is kind of angry.
    You quietly stand by as another few vicious lines are shot back and forth between the two, until Mirie finally caves to quiet Felicity down.
    "Y-You tried hard on the test, so I'll help..." She straightens her coat. "There are a few other ways out. Downstairs there's the first floor entrance to the building, and every level has a door that leads to the fire escape stairs..."
    So now you have a few options.
    Now that Felicity's calmed down a bit, you take the chance to ask.
    "Hey, Felicity..."
    "Yes?"

    "What type of panties are you wearing?"

    "W-W-W-What are you saying?! Why do you need to know something like that? What sort of messed-up mind do you need to have to think that my panties have anything to do with the current situation?"
    Instantaneous reaction.
    "Ahh, wait, I had a good reason..."
    "Oh really? Why don't you tell me why you're so interested, then?" She doesn't lower her guard for a moment.
    "The ability, the ability. I was wondering whether they had any ability that could help us. Mine aren't much use indoors, but maybe yours will help?"
    That's right. It wasn't like your own stock of panties at home was extraordinarily special. All panties granted special abilities when equipped, and it would be useful to know whether Felicity could gain an advantage here.
    "...Ah... T-that's right, the abilities..." She calms down for a bit, but her eyes are still focused on you. "You really are audacious, you know..."
    "I only asked you because you seem like an easy girl to talk to."
    "Eh? Since when? Please tell me what I was doing wrong so I can act like someone you respect too much to ask about their panties."
    "You're fun like this, though."
    "D-Don't think you can divert the conversation with cheap compliments like that!"
    The both of you calm down a bit.
    "Geez... asking another girl what effect her panties have..." Felicity mumbled. "But if you really must know..."
    You notice that she blushes even more for a moment.
    "It's nothing that will help right now! It's not a combat or movement effect, and it's already been activated today, so there's no point in considering it. So forget about it, okay?"
    It was fun, but you end the conversation there.
    You consider asking Mirie, but a part of you feels that wouldn't go as well.
    Back to a more serious decision.
    >Go downstairs for the main exit
    >Try to take the fire escape on this floor
    >Try to take the fire escape on an upper floor
    >Hunt down the mysterious girl
    >Other: ______
    =======================
    The three of you head down the main stairs to the first floor. The lower entrance was more for show and display, with most students using the same entrance you did, and since all the heavy reference books were down there, it was more common to see adults in that area.
    However, when you arrive, you see that you've been beaten to the punch once again.

    There was no way out. The door was boarded shut just as securely as the first one, and all the windows were covered with the usual metal grates to prevent burglars breaking in.
    "T-The door..." Mirie's face turns pale. "It will need repairing, and repolishing, and we'll have to spent lots of money we could have bought more books with..."
    She looks unsteady on her feet, so you rush over just in time to grab her shoulders as she sinks downwards.
    ...Even though she wore such a large coat, it was surprisingly soft.
    "M-More importantly..." Mirie lowers her voice to a whisper. "The mysterious person. She followed us down here to keep watch."
    "How do you know?"
    "The books... the flow of the books is being disturbed by a malicious aura..."
    "You're making that up and you know it." Felicity cuts in.
    "..." Mirie frowns and looks away. "...I get the security camera feed of the library on my Kindle..."
    A surprisingly mundane answer.
    "Do you know where she is, then?"
    "It seems she knows where most of the cameras are. She didn't notice the ones by the stairs, but a lot of the others have been blocked by something."
    You look around. Somewhere, the mysterious girl was watching you. What was her goal?
    Meanwhile, Mirie explains some of your options.

    "There are two staircases on each floor, plus the main staircase between the first and second. So at the moment, there's one staircase for each of us. If you two need to escape, we can each take one, so each of us has a 1/3 chance of losing her if she can only keep up with one of us. T-The option is... if we each guard a staircase, she'll be trapped on this floor, and we could try and defeat her."
    A pause.
    "T-This is hoping, of course, that she isn't strong enough to overpower all three of us easily..."
    >Split up and run for the fire escape
    >Block the stairs and fight
    >Don't split up, stay together (And do what?)
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    "Say... will anything happen if we open the fire exit doors?""Ahhh..." Mirie looks away for a moment.

    "There's an automatic defense system against fires when the doors open, but as long as you're not wearing anything red, you should be fine."
    "I see."
    It was time to take action."Lillica, since your specialty is long-range, you should guard the main stairs so you have the widest field of view." Felicity suggests. "I'll set up some support there as well, and then take the left staircase."
    "R-R-Right..." Mirie mutters what is simultaneously a confirmation of both the plan and her position.


    Formation set. You were ready for anything.
    >Wait and see what happens
    >Make the first move (By doing what?)
    >Other: ________
    =======================
    Okay, you were ready! It was time to charge forward and--
    "ARE YOU AN IDIIOOOOTTTTT-----??!!!"
    Felicity's scream immediately blows the plan out of your mind.
    "Who is going to block off the main staircase if you decide to go charging in like a headless chicken?! How could you possibly forget the plan less than a minute after you agreed to it?"
    Oh yeah, you did agree to something like that.
    >Oops, that's right.
    >Don't worry, I've got an even better plan now!
    >Other:_____
    (Note: As the impartial storyteller, I'm not against changing the plan, but angry Felicity is kind of unavoidable in this situation.)
    =======================
    "Our new plan is to corner her!" You announce confidently. "We'll do this quickly and easily. You to stay where you are and I'll run up the main staircase, she'll think I'm retreating and try to follow me! If she tries one of the side staircases, she'll run into one of you, and if she follows me, she'll find out I set up an ambush at the top of the stairs! If she tries to retreat from that, she'll find the two of you have moved to the bottom and she'll be trapped in a pincer attack! And that's when we get her! She'll never see it coming!""...You know..."
    "Hmmm?"
    "I could totally hear everything you said."

    >Scream
    >Run away
    >Call for the other two
    >Instantly attack
    >Ask her what her goal is
    >Scream
    >Other: __________
    =======================
    "Who are you? What's your goal?" You ask her loudly.
    "Me? I'm nobody, really. I'm not doing anything here except killing time."
    You have the feeling that she's not giving you a straight answer.
    You look around for Mirie and Felicity. They definitely would have heard you, but maybe they're somewhere just out of sight, keeping watch and waiting for a signal.
    ...In fact, could Mirie even fight? You really should have asked things like this earlier.
    "You're not going to give me a proper answer, are you?" You keep a close watch on her.
    "My answer was perfectly prim and proper. You're the one who isn't accepting it."
    "Hmmm... well, if you're not going to tell me anything else, at least tell me this...!"

    "What type of panties are you wearing?"In the distance you hear a frenzied choking noise that sounds a bit like Felicity.
    The girl in the cap, on the other hand, isn't fazed at all.

    "Interesting...This is interesting. Lillica Plumb... if you want to know about my panties that badly, we can turn this into a gamble. A deadly gamble with our panties on the line."
    "You're trying to sound cool but I don't think there's really any way of making that sound impressive."
    "It's fine, it's fine. You asked a good question, so I'll give you some good answers. Six of them, in fact."
    She teasingly tucks her thumb into the rim of her jeans.
    "Polka-dot. Boxers. Boylegs. Low-rise. String. Or nothing at all. If you choose the correct one, I'll take them off here and give them to you. But if you get it wrong, you have to give me the pair you're wearing now. How about it?"

    "Deal or no deal, Lillica Plumb?"
    ...What a dangerous character.
    >I'll guess! You're definitely wearing ________!
    >No, no, no, this is a stupid bet! No way!
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "No."
    .......
    >I'll guess! You're definitely wearing ________!
    >No, no, no, this is a stupid bet! No way!
    >Please don't deny all my good ideas with one-word answers!
    >Other: _______
    =======================
    "You...! D-Don't deny all my good ideas with one-word answers! It's a terrible thing to do!""So?"
    "You did that one on purpose, didn't you?!"

    You were fed up with this injustice! You dash forward and swing out your arm, snatching the cap off her head before she could react!

    Your fingers grab the front and swipe it clean off! Now, it was time to get a proper look at the face of---

    ...Two caps. What's more, the second one was hidden under the first.
    Well, that was new.
    "Oh, by the way." She points to the cap in your hand. "Might want to look inside that."

    Neatly stitched into the lining of her first cap was a fully functional hand grenade.
    This, too, was slightly unexpected.
    "The pin is stitched onto the outside of this one." The girl explains. "By separating the two caps, you just kind of pulled it out of the grenade."
    "Huh? Huh? Wait, hang on a moment here---"

    Your incredible desire to not be blown up makes you try to throw the cap as far as possible, but no matter how hard you try, you can't let go. Your fingers were stuck to the rim.
    "What the--?!"
    "Two caps, the hidden grenade, and finally, coating the rim in superglue." The girl's grimace grows even wider. "Clever, huh? I call it my three-in-one hat trick."
    "That's both completely unfair and a terrible pu-"



    To be continued
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