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Training Dojo (Kiriko and Juno Wedgie each other)

Kiriko nodded firmly as she observed the training simulation unfold before them. The digital landscape of the ancient dojo was a flurry of virtual opponents, their movements calculated and precise. She had designed the program to push the limits of the young hero, and she wasn't about to let a moment of recklessness go unnoticed.

As soon as Juno dashed forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement, Kiriko saw the potential for a teachable moment. She teleported behind her pupil, her eyes tracking the path of an incoming digital ninja. In one swift motion, she grabbed the waistband of Juno's spacesuit and yanked upwards, lifting her off the ground and delivering a firm wedgie.

"Patience," she whispered in her ear, her grip tightening for a second before releasing. The action served a dual purpose - it not only pulled her back to the safety of the shadows but also reminded the eager trainee that she needed to stay focused and aware of her surroundings. The crimson blush that spread across Juno's cheeks was a clear indication that the lesson had been received, though she couldn't help but hide a smirk at the unexpected contact.

Juno's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of fabric wedging between her buttocks, a gasp escaping her lips. Her cheeks burned with an intensity that matched her hair as she landed back on her feet, her body slightly bent from the force. She looked over her shoulder at Kiriko, a mix of embarrassment and bewilderment in her gaze. "Kiriko," she stammered, "I... I've never had a wedgie before."

There was a pause as the realization sank in, and then, to Kiriko's astonishment, a small smile began to form on the young hero's lips. "And... I think I kind of liked it?" she admitted shyly, the blush deepening.

Kiriko's smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as she patted the reddened cheeks of her pupil. "Well, if that's what it takes to get you to pay attention, I'll keep that in mind," she teased, her tone playfully suggestive. The tension in the training room lightened, and the two continued their session with a newfound understanding of each other's quirks.

Juno's gaze flickered with mischief as she intentionally misjudged the distance to the next hiding spot, allowing a digital opponent to almost catch her. She knew what was coming, but the anticipation of Kiriko's touch sent a thrill down her spine.

Kiriko saw the opening, and in a heartbeat, she teleported once more, appearing behind the flustered heroine. With a swift tug, she gave Juno's panties another wedgie, this time a little harder. "Concentrate," she scolded gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she held the position for a brief second before letting go.

The sensation of her friends hand against her was exhilarating, and Juno couldn't help but let out a giggle of surprise, the action sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Emboldened by the strange thrill of their new training tactic, Juno turned to Kiriko with a glint in her eyes. "Hey, can I... give you a wedgie too?" she asked, her voice a mix of shyness and excitement.

Kiriko's grin grew even wider. "Ah, the student becomes the teacher," she murmured, her hand poised in the air, ready to teleport at a moment's notice. "But remember, it's all about timing and precision."

Juno's eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached Kiriko, her movements deliberate and playful. She reached around her mentor's waist, her fingers finding the edge of the panties that bore cute little foxes. With a swift, gentle motion, she yanked upwards, giving Kiriko a wedgie that was met with a gasp and a giggle.

The little ninja's cheeks matched the color of her pupil's hair as she felt the fabric of her panties dig into her skin. "Well done," she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration. "It seems you've learned the technique quite well."

The bond between the two grew stronger with each shared giggle and whispered secret, turning their training sessions into a dance of anticipation and trust, where a simple wedgie could be both a lesson and a sign of their deepening friendship.

Taking the challenge to heart, Juno took a step back, her space boots glowing with a faint blue hue as she prepared to leap into the air. With a graceful bound, she shot skyward, the anti-gravity technology lifting her high off the ground. As she ascended, she reached down, her eyes fixed on Kiriko's waistband. With a swift motion, she managed to catch the edge of Kiriko's panties, giving her a wedgie that would have been impossible without her ability.

Kiriko's eyes widened in shock as she felt the sudden lift and squeeze, her feet leaving the floor for a brief moment. "Juno!" she yelped, though the sound was cut off by a laugh that she couldn't suppress. The feeling was foreign, yet oddly exhilarating, and she found herself looking forward to their continued training sessions with a newfound zest.

"You're a natural," she gasped out between chuckles as she was gently lowered back down to the floor, the fabric of her underwear slowly receding to its rightful place.

The two heroines shared a knowing smile, their friendship deepening as they realized the unique bond they had formed through this unconventional training method. It was clear that their time in the dojo was about much more than just honing their combat skills; it was about trust, understanding, and a shared secret that brought them closer together.