Pick Me! ~Choose Your Wedgie Boy~ (Chapter 1)

Prologue, Part 1 (📖)

"Another boring math class. Why do I have to learn about integrals again?"

Is what you think to yourself while staring out the window and at the blue sky. You tap and fidget with your pen on your desk. You daydream and reminisce about playing soccer with the guys and giving wedgies to each other in the locker room. After hearing only the white noise of your professor's lecture for 45 minutes, you finally hear the bell that signalizes the end of class and the beginning of lunch.

Your friends have other cliques they're in, so you eat lunch alone in the classroom. Mid-bite, a brown-haired boy approaches you. You recall his name being Touma Hiiragi. You've been classmates with him for 4 years straight now. You don't interact much with him, and he stutters whenever he talks to you, but you're not conceited enough to think he has a crush on you. Maybe he's just intimidated?

"U-Um... [Reader]. Here's that extra pen you gave me. T-Thanks for letting me borrow." Touma says, stuttering as usual.

"You're welcome." You say with a warm smile, taking the pen from his hands.

"S-So um... Y-You're eating lunch alone... C-Can I join you? If you don't mind of course!" Touma says shyly.

"Sure! Sit here." Your extroverted side jumps out, and gestures to a nearby seat and desk.

You spend the rest of lunch eating with Touma and talking to him about some popular animes. He's a bit dorky when he talks about anime, sure, but he's actually a pretty interesting person.

"You're actually a pretty great guy Touma, wanna be friends?"

"R-Really! I'd love to! Be friends." Touma awkwardly smiles.

"Great! Should we have lunch together again tomorrow?"

"Sure." Touma nods happily in response.

Lunch is nearing its end, and Touma excuses himself to go back to his seat, bringing his lunchbox with him.

As he turns his back, you see something white peak out of his pants.

No way. He really IS a dork.

You think to yourself as a mischievous smirk subconciously forms on your face. You slowly approach him and grip the soft, white fabric.

He notices you gripping on him and exclaims;

"[Reader]?!" while stuttering your name.

Then, you yank up the white fabric! And sure enough, it is what you thought it was.

Touma's pristine tighty whities.

Touma yelps in surprise and in pain and cups his crotch.

"No way! Touma, you still wear tighty whities?!" You say out loud while laughing, each word being heard by everyone in the classroom. You give another set of yanks to Touma's tighty whities, the underwear now reaching his back.

"Eep! [Reader]~! S-Stop it, let go!" Touma squeaks, his hands shifting from his crotch to his underwear. He grips tight to stop it from being yanked further up his ass.

But that doesn't stop you from tugging it more.

"I don't think I will~" You tease.

"Dorks who wear tighty whities get wedgies! That's the number one rule of manhood."

"Ah-T-These are my brother's! I-Its laundry day!" Still gripping his tighty whities, he whines and grunts as his butt continues to be split in two by his weaponized tighty whities.

You think he's just making up excuses at this point.

"Keep wearing these and expect some more wedgies from me. Okay, Touma?" You jokingly whisper into his ear.

The bell rings and it's time for the next class.

You let go of Touma's nerdy undies. It snaps against his back and bunches up, forming a beaver tail.

"Sorry about that. Force of habit." You say.

"It's fine... I-I'm going back now. S-See ya." Touma says, shoving his stretched out tighty whities down his pants and picking his wedgie.

Soon, class ends, and you head back home.

You flop on your bed. The boring lectures and activities have really taken a toll on you... and then you fall asleep.