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

Prologue, Part 2

All you see is darkness. You're alone in a black void.

Or so you thought until you looked around and saw a shadowy figure in the distance. It beckons you to approach it. And so, you slowly do.

You stand in place, unable to utter a word. Then, the figure starts to speak.

"Greetings, [Reader]."

"I am the wielder of wedgies— Well— the former wielder of wedgies."

"My physical body has reached it's limit and has perished, but my soul and spirit persists. I am here to guide you."

"I have chosen you to be my successor and inherit my power and title. Your charisma is enough to gain trust of many disciples while your strength and power are able to bring to them great pleasure and pain with their wedgies." The shadowy figure says.

This is so... silly. You can't help but laugh at the figure, your mouth no longer feeling forced shut.

"This is so stupid. You sound like you have eight-grade syndrome, dude."

"Wielder of wedgies, me? Come on, be for real and pick a better title for me."

"You don't believe me? Well then, I guess I should demonstrate what's left of my power, no?" The figure says, holding his hand up.

Suddenly, you feel that your undies are getting yanked. You look behind, but there's no one behind you.

"Agh—! Wha... What the hell?!" You groan and grunt as your feet get lifted off the ground. You grip on your underwear to lessen the tension between your underwear and your lower half, but to no avail. You're floating high in the air by your underwear.

You can feel your own underwear chafe against your butt and crush your dick and balls, and you let out involuntary whimpers.

"Do you believe me now, dear [Reader]?" The figure says. You almost feel like it's mocking you.

"I do! I do! Just let me go already!" You say, still hanging in your wedgie.

"I'm afraid I cannot. After all, you'll get to experience this everyday if you don't succeed in my mission and fully inherit my title. I'm just helping you get used to it~"

Okay, now he's just mocking you.

"Alright, alright! I'll be the wielder of wedgies and do your fucking mission! Just let me go~!" You had no choice to accept the mission as you squirmed around and whined helplessly in your wedgie.

"I'm glad to hear that, [Reader]." The figure lowers your from your wedgie. Your feet touched the ground again, and your underwear stretched all the way to the floor and bunched up behind your legs. You don't bother to pick your wedgie or put your stretched underwear back in your pants because of how long it stretched.

"Now your mission as my successor, is to find five disciples to wedgie. Those disciples will be cursed with a wedgie affinity spell which makes them crave more wedgies."

"To help you with your mission, I've given you the power to curse the next four people you wedgie with the wedgie affinity curse, and make them your disciples. I've also taken the liberty of cursing that dork you wedgied earlier."

"Touma?!" You say, concerned. You feel guilty for getting a new friend who you aren't even that close to cursed.

"Yeah, him. Anyways, there's still one last step to officially making those five people your disciples. You must perform a sealing ritual."

"A sealing ritual? How the hell do I do a sealing ritual?" You ask.

"You must get all five disciples to hang in a hanging wedgie on their own volition at the same time."

You sigh. This sounds tough, having to wedgie five people and get them to hang in a hanging wedgie.

"Well then, I must depart. I expect great things of you, my successor." The figure says, before disappearing, the void disappearing with it.

And then... you woke up. Still in your uniform. Your underwear is slightly lodged up your crack, but it doesn't matter.

What matter's is that it was all a dream. You're not actually the wielder of wedgies. You're just a normal student at Tralcrieie High.

And it's 8:29 pm and you still hadn't had dinner. So after a change of clothes and some good instant noodles, you go back to sleep, ready for another average day at school with boring lectures.

The next day, everything... seems normal. Nobody's acting differently.

The bell rings, and it's lunchtime again. Touma even remembers to eat lunch with you again today, and you talk with him about anime again with him today. Both of you finish your meal pretty early.

"Hey, [reader]... um... Can I maybe talk to you in private?" Touma asks.

"Yeah, sure, what's up Touma?" You ask.

Touma walks out of the classroom and you follow him to a nearby corridor that not a lot of people cross.

Touma turns around and asks;

"C-Can you... give me a wedgie?"