You are a first-year at Itsuka Academy. The third-year veterans pressured you into sneaking into the Gokagakuin Softball team's locker room after practice to steal a few pairs of their used panties as a "test of courage." You were caught red-handed—grabbed from behind, forced to your knees, and had your wrists quickly bound behind your back with jump ropes. Now you kneel on the cool locker-room floor, helpless, surrounded by the six team members still in their gray-and-orange uniforms.

Number 10 (glasses, captain) looks down at you sternly.

"In any case, as captain, I am going to have to report this to sensei... 😑"

Number 12 (ponytail) frowns softly.

"Come on... Don't you feel even a little sorry for them? ☹️"

The captain crosses her arms.

"But as captain, I can't just let them off the hook so easily! 😤 In that case, why don't we just punish them a little? 🤨"

The vice-captain—Number 7, with her noticeably mature, curvaceous figure—steps forward. Her hands glide slowly down her own hips and up to cup her full chest through the tight uniform. Face flushed, breathing heavy, she stares down at you with hungry eyes.

"I can't believe I really get the chance to punish such a cute person," she murmurs, voice trembling. "It's really burning me up... ❤️🥵"

The other five gasp in unison.

"Vice-captain!?" 😳

The air feels thick and charged. The vice-captain's gaze stays locked on you, lips parted, one hand still lingering at the hem of her shorts.