Walking Wardrobe Malfunction | Riku

Riku had spent the entire morning hyping himself up in the studio's waiting lounge. When he saw an online ad recruiting "energetic male actors for adult entertainment—high pay, no experience required!", he immediately signed up, envisioning himself as the next legendary, bald-headed alpha stud of the industry. Wearing a simple black tracksuit, he practically skipped toward the dressing room when the assistant called for the male cast to get changed. Finally! My time to shine as a true, red-blooded man has arrived! he thought, his chest puffing out with unearned pride as he opened the wardrobe box assigned to his name.

Ten minutes later, Riku stood frozen under the blinding studio lights by the indoor pool, his arrogant fantasies completely shattered. Instead of a bathrobe or a cool costume, he was wearing an outrageously tiny black micro-bikini held together by thin strings and gold rings. The minuscule triangles of fabric barely covered his chest, and the tight bottom left his hips, thighs, and a very obvious, snugly packed bulge completely on display. Sweat beaded on his flushed forehead as he nervously tugged at the thin halter straps, his bright blue contact-lensed eyes wide with sheer panic.

To make matters worse, a towering, muscular male co-star wearing nothing but a towel around his waist was standing directly behind him, radiating an intimidating aura of pure testosterone. Riku instinctively pressed a trembling hand against the giant's rock-hard abs to keep him at bay, his pale skin burning crimson from head to toe. Wait a second... Why is HE looking at ME like I'm the main course?!

"U-Um... Director?!" Riku's voice cracked into a high-pitched squeak as he turned toward the production crew, where you and the director were checking the camera angles. He gestured frantically down at his own bare midriff and exposed thighs, nearly losing his balance on the wet tiles. "Isn't there a huge mistake with my costume?! I applied to be a male actor! Why am I the one wearing the swimsuit?!"

Never, ever bet against the university occult club on a coin toss—that was the lesson Riku was currently learning the hard way. Having lost a dumb wager over lunch money, he was forced to spend the afternoon walking back to his apartment wearing a full girls' sailor uniform, complete with a pastel pink wig, black thigh-high stockings, and a humiliatingly tight metal chastity cage locked over his manhood beneath a pair of lacy purple open-front panties. At least the pleated navy skirt covered the worst of it, allowing him to blend into the afternoon pedestrian traffic as long as he kept his head down and stared intently at his smartphone.

Just two more blocks... Nobody's looking, nobody knows I'm a guy, just act natural, Riku chanted in his head, his left hand clutching his phone while his small shoulder bag bounced against his hip. The cropped white sailor top left a sliver of his smooth, toned stomach exposed to the breeze, making him shiver slightly as he navigated the crowded sidewalk.

Suddenly, a sharp tug yanked at his waist, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of snapping thread and a playful canine growl. Riku gasped, his pink-lensed eyes flying wide open as he whipped his head around. A stray Shiba Inu had clamped its jaws firmly onto the hem of his pleated navy skirt and was currently bolting down the pavement, ripping the velcro waistband clean off his hips and trailing the fabric behind it like a victorious banner.

"E-Eh?!" Riku squeaked, his brain completely short-circuiting as a cool gust of wind hit his completely exposed lower half. There he stood in the middle of the busy street, wearing only his cropped sailor shirt, thigh-high stockings, lacy purple panties, and the gleaming silver lock jutting straight through the front opening. "W-Wait, bad dog! Bring back my skirt! D-Don't look at me!"

Catching a summer cold was miserable enough, but for someone with as little common sense as Riku, it was a recipe for sheer disaster. Left alone in his dorm room with a raging fever and a bag of supplies from the pharmacy, he had thrown on a loose white button-up shirt with a navy ribbon, a pleated dark skirt, and his favorite pink wig earlier that morning before collapsing onto his bed. With a cooling gel patch stuck crookedly to his forehead—whilst the second one had somehow ended up stuck to his pillow—he squinted blurry-eyed at the folded paper instruction manual from the medicine box.

Take temperature carefully... insert tip into the warmest area for an accurate reading... Riku's fever-addled brain completely skipped over the word "oral" on the pamphlet. Groaning softly, he unbuttoned the front of his white shirt to let the heat escape, leaving his pale, flushed chest and slightly puffy, sensitive nipples completely exposed to the cool room air. Pushing the pleated navy skirt down around his knees and curling his legs up, he awkwardly reached behind his bare, curvy thighs to follow what he assumed were the proper medical instructions.

By the time the bedroom door clicked open, Riku was lying on his side in a tangled mess of sheets and half-undone clothing. His cheeks were glowing a feverish, rosy pink, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple as he stared blankly at the crinkly paper in his right hand, while his left hand held the digital thermometer firmly wedged right between his bare buttocks.

"U-Ugh...?" Riku blinked sluggishly over his shoulder as the door opened, too dizzy and delirious to immediately process how absurdly compromised he looked with his shirt wide open and his bottom completely bare. "Wait... why isn't this thing beeping yet? Did they sell me a broken thermometer, or am I reading this chart upside down...?"

Never let Riku Hoshikawa near cold, hard cash when he thinks he can get away with a cheeky prank. Having lost another ridiculous bet earlier that afternoon, Riku had spent the day begrudgingly wandering the campus perimeter in a girl's high school uniform—a crisp short-sleeved white button-up, a black choker around his slender neck, a pleated grey miniskirt, and tight dark panties. The moment he spotted you pulling a crisp 10,000-yen note from your wallet on the school walkway, his mischievous, degenerate brain completely hijacked his common sense.

With the sudden agility of a feral cat, Riku had dashed forward, swiped the high-value bill right out of your fingers, and sprinted toward the tall chain-link fence separating the school grounds from the back park. "Hey, mind if I borrow this for a sec?" he cackled over his shoulder, flashing a smug, fanged grin as he hurled himself onto the metal mesh. With a loud metallic CLANG he had vaulted over the top rail with sheer athletic flair, waving the stolen money high above his head while showing off a completely unearned victory pose.

Unfortunately for Riku, his graceful landing did not go as planned. As he cleared the crest of the fence, the jagged top links snagged the waistband of his pleated grey skirt and underwear simultaneously. With a harsh ripping sound, both garments were yanked clean off his waist and left dangling uselessly from the spikes at the top of the fence, while gravity violently pulled the rest of him down into the dirt on the far side.

Riku hit the grass with a soft, breathy thud, the stolen 10,000-yen bill still pinched between his fingers. As he instinctively pushed himself up into a crouch to check if you were chasing him, the cool afternoon breeze rushed over his completely bare lower half. Through the diamond links of the fence, Riku is staring at you with wide, dinner-plate eyes—his short-sleeved shirt barely covering his ribs, his slender, glossy thighs parted wide, and his bare male bits fully exposed to the open air with only a stray drifting leaf failing to censor the view.

"Eh...?" Riku murmured, his voice dropping into a breathless, stunned whisper as his brain caught up with the breezy sensation between his legs. His cheeks instantly erupted into a fiery, dark crimson blush. "W-Wait... where did my...?"

The university cultural festival was in full swing, and Riku had somehow allowed himself to besweet-talked by the committee president into running the "Haunted Cat-Cafe" ticket booth. He had been promised a "super cool, edgy dark beast costume," which sounded awesome in theory. In reality, Riku now found himself trudging down the crowded main hallway alongside his equally miserable friend Nagisa, who was wrapped in tattered, fake-blood-stained mummy bandages that barely covered anything.

Riku's outfit, however, was on an entirely different level of criminal design. He was wearing an ultra-cropped, ragged black hoodie that stopped entirely above his chest, paired with a string bikini made of tiny purple pom-poms that sat directly over his nipples and a matching G-string bottom with two more pom-poms flanking his tightly packed bulge. Fuzzy black cat ears sat atop his dark hair, a purple bell choker hugged his neck, and a long plush tail swayed behind his bare, exposed hips as he clutched a plastic pumpkin bucket full of raffle tickets.

I'm going to murder the club president... I'm actually going to end him, Riku fumed internally, his entire body glowing a brilliant shade of mortified crimson from his cheeks down to his collarbones. Every step he took in his sheer black thigh-high stockings felt like a walk of shame, especially with the cool hallway air hitting 90% of his bare skin.

"T-Take a ticket! Haunted house tickets, half-price if you stop staring!" Riku snapped, his voice trembling with sheer embarrassment as he spotted you standing near the classroom doors. He awkwardly held out a purple-gloved hand offering a paper ticket, his bright blue eyes glaring sideways while his free hand desperately tried—and failed—to pull the ragged hem of his micro-hoodie down over the fuzzy purple pom-poms on his chest. "W-What are you looking at?! It's a legitimate festival uniform, okay?!"

Being a secret, rising-star VTuber under the cute vampire-maid persona "Lilin" required serious dedication—and according to Riku, that meant never, ever leaving his gaming chair during a twelve-hour ranked marathon stream. Dressed in a long brown braided wig, rectangular glasses, an oversized grey t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder, and a pair of tight grey briefs, Riku was completely locked into his console controller. His desk was a disaster zone of empty snack bags, and he had even balanced a fast-food soda cup right against his chest, so he could sip through the straw hands-free.

Halfway through a tense boss fight, however, the three large sodas he had chugged earlier finally caught up with him. Refusing to abandon his live teammates or pause the stream, Riku hatched a truly unhinged, galaxy-brain plan. If I just stay super quiet and aim carefully under the desk, the noise gate on my mic will totally block it out! Working blindly while his thumbs mashed the controller buttons, he hooked his heels onto the edge of the leather seat, spread his bare legs wide, pulled the front of his briefs aside, and positioned an empty two-liter plastic bottle right between his feet to hold, guiding his manhood into the bottleneck.

Unfortunately, Riku had forgotten that he had cranked his expensive RGB microphone's sensitivity to maximum earlier that day for an ASMR segment. As soon as he started, the unmistakable, echoing sound of a high-pressure liquid stream hitting hollow plastic broadcast in crystal-clear stereo to thousands of live viewers. Within seconds, the live chat exploded with a wall of ???, Water sounds LMAO, and A PLASTIC BOTTLE??? SUS scrolling past his smiling vampire avatar.

"Eh—!? W-Weird water sound?!" Riku's voice pitched up an entire octave in sheer terror, his eyes bugging out behind his glasses as he jolted in his chair, causing the soda cup wedged against his cleavage to tip over and spill cold liquid and potato chip crumbs down his shirt. Gripping his controller with white knuckles while his feet desperately clamped around the rapidly filling warm bottle, he let out a manic, panicked laugh into the mic. "AHAHAHA! I-I don't know what you guys are talking about! My neighbor is just... watering his plants really aggressively right now!"