Lisk

A four-picture commission from Lisk, featuring Carol, the upcoming third heroine of Aquarius. Update sometime in the vague future.
 
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(Aughh..)
They say curiosity killed the cat, but this was more of a self-inflicted strike.
When the energetic and spontaneous young Carol Zeppelin saw Ria Carbonette head out for a lunchtime picnic with her mysterious new partner, she knew she had to act fast and investigate. Following them to the city park, Carol took cover behind a nearby wall where she could eavesdrop on their chat.
Ria Carbonette, the diamond of the second-year class. Ria was already so far away from a first-year like Carol, and that's why Carol had to definitely watch, to keep an eye out for anything this new girl might bring to widen the gap further. Armed with focus, determination, and a can of soda, she began her stakeout.
Carol couldn't hear the conversation perfectly, but she could track the general topics. She kept watch as the girls chatted over tea, and had their sandwiches, and their cakes. She watched the mysterious white-haired girl while Ria went to the restroom, to make sure the girl didn't do anything suspicious. She watched Ria when the other girl went to the restroom, because watching Ria was soothing and lovely. Carol needed the bathroom too: she wasn't a big girl, and combined with how long it had been since she last went, a soda was more than enough to fill her up, but she couldn't afford to loosen her surveillance. That's right, this was important. Carol pushes down the signals that the little pool between her legs keeps trying to send her, and keeps watching.
More time passes. Carol's shorts feel tighter around her waist, binding her in. Luckily, since she's hidden, nobody will notice if she stands funny, or does a few embarrassing wiggles. Ria's lunch conversation goes on long, but the fact they have such a good rapport is exactly why Carol needs to keep watching. Carol fills up more and more, an shivers each time they pour themselves another cup of tea. There's a timer in her body counting down, but she reaches between her thighs and squeezes, to push the clock's hands back again and again.
She really has to go, but she can hold herself at her limit--

"I want a desperate Chrona to show me her panties with a disgusted face"
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Chrona had definitely found herself in a desperate situation. It wasn't wrong for her to think that there would have been a convenient moment to use the bathroom earlier, or to drink a lot of water because she was so busy that day. With how much she drank, it wasn't wrong for her to need the bathroom so badly either. Trying to keep professional, she just didn't mention it - and so the minutes went by, and turned into hours, until she was finally done.
Her heart started beating faster when she saw how long the bathroom queue was. She thought she could just about wait it out - but a sudden twitch from under her skirt that made her shoot her hand between her legs told her that wasn't right at all. She wasn't even halfway, and people were watching her squirm - she had to find somewhere else.
Onto the street, she knew she didn't have the luxury to check every shop, so she has to gamble and go for the closest one. Trying to keep standing up straight, she asks if she can use the bathroom, but the clerk tells her it's staff only. Seeing as she's in such a predicament, he decides to do her a 'favor': he'll lend her the key to the toilet, but... only if she shows him a certain something.
Chrona would leave. She'd refuse to humor such a terrible request, but - ah - she really can't stand straight anymore, and her legs are shaking, and she's starting to think her panties are feeling a bit damp--
If she didn't get to a bathroom right now, it would be the shop floor.
No, the clerk says, just a quick flash isn't good enough. At least five seconds. There, hold her skirt like that and he'll count. One... two... three...
Chrona had never wanted five seconds to end as badly as she did then.
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A commission for Faust (AuthorFaust)
(Sorry if I butchered the japanese grammar in the title)