Aya pulled aside the curtain of the fitting room, showing off her new navy-blue skirt to Jiro and Yuto.

“Was the schoolgirl uniform really necessary?” asked Jiro.

Yuto tilted his head and examined Aya’s form carefully. “The top is a little small. Your chest is almost spilling out of it.”

Aya cupped her breasts through the fabric. “It does feel a little tight. It’s a good thing the shop owner agreed to lend these to us. Shoes, socks, skirt, jacket, even panties … School uniforms cost a lot.”

Jiro rolled his eyes. The shopkeeper, a balding man in his late forties, had been all too eager to lend Aya the clothes. He was probably planning to do something lewd when Aya returned the clothing. But who could blame the man? Jiro would probably do the same, given the chance.

Aya did a twirl, flaring her skirt and showing off the pink lace panties underneath. “How do I look?”

“F-fine,” said Jiro.

Aya raised an eyebrow. “Just fine?”

“Hey Mister Pervert, there’s a stick in your pants again.”

Jiro glared at Yuto. “Don’t call me that.” Yuto stuck out his tongue in response.

Aya giggled and did another twirl. “You know, this is my first time in a high school uniform. I always dreamed of wearing something like this.”

“Really?” said Jiro. “I thought everyone had to wear them in Japan.”

“Actually, I didn’t go to high school.” Then, before Jiro could say anything else, she hopped out of the fitting room. “Come on let’s go. The faster we finish this contest the faster we find my boat. Plus,” she said with a wink, “I can’t wait to play.”

When they exited the shop, Jiro groaned. The mall was even more crowded than before. There was almost no way to flip Aya’s skirt without being spotted. But then again … knowing Aya’s personality, she probably wanted someone to spot her.

“How about these rules?” said Yuto. “Mister Pervert and I each pick a place in this mall to flip the skirt. We’ll do three rounds total.”

“And whoever excites me more is the winner,” finished Aya. “That sounds good to me.”

Jiro shrugged. If he objected, Aya would probably just come up with something worse. “Alright, let’s play.”

“Wait, just one more thing,” said Yuto. “To make the game more fun.”

He pointed at Jiro. “If you win, I’ll tell you about the boat.”

Jiro snorted. “You probably don’t even know where it is. And what happens if you win, little kid?”

“If I win …” The boy tugged on Aya’s skirt. “Then I get to kiss big sis.”

“Kiss me?” said Aya with a bemused smile.

“Yes,” said the boy. “I get to kiss you …” He shot Jiro a mischievous grin “… anywhere I want.”

“You brat! There’s no way we’re playing by that rule,” said Jiro.

“Hold on, Jiro.” Aya patted Yuto’s head. “What’s wrong with a little kiss? It’s flattering. Besides, he’s just a boy.”

“Yea, I’m just a little boy.” In a way that Aya could not see, Yuto pointed a finger up her skirt. Then he gave Jiro a meaningful look. “So if I win, I can kiss you anywhere?”

“Sure,” said Aya. “Anywhere.”

This kid. He’s more perverted than even a kaiju! I’ve got to win at any cost.

“I’ll go first then,” said Jiro. He led Aya and Yuto to the restaurant floor. There was a cafeteria space, plus a section with higher-end glass-paned restaurants serving various kinds of Japanese and western foods. “Let’s go to that Italian restaurant.”

The restaurant was full of diners. Through the glass, he could see couples and families eating various pastas and Italian dishes. An elderly couple near the window gave them a strange look and then turned back to their meal. When Jiro thought nobody was looking, he reached over to Aya’s navy blue skirt and flipped it. There was a flash of pink panty.

Nobody noticed.

Yuto snorted. “Is that it? That’s your strategy? That is so lame!”

Aya scratched her head. “Hmm … that did feel a little flat. It didn’t get me excited at all. In fact, I feel kind of bad for interrupting the couples’ meal.”

Whose side are you on?

“Okay then Yuto, or whatever your name is. I’d like to see you do better.”

“Amateur.” Yuto brushed passed Jiro and took Aya’s hand. “Come on big sis, I show you what a real skirt flip looks like.”

Yuto started running down the corridor, pulling Aya with him. Jiro ran after them. They went past the restaurants, down a dark corridor, took several turns, went through a revolving door, and then traveled down several flights of stairs. By the time reached their destination, both Jiro and Aya were out of breath.

“H-how did you know of this place?” panted Jiro. They were on an outdoor terrace. There was a tropical-style bar on one side of the space. A wooden balcony offered a wonderful view of Sochi Bay. There were tables set up at intervals, and a few classy couples were sitting around in the shade of overhead umbrellas, sipping margaritas and other tropical drinks.

Yuto shrugged. “I have a lot of time to explore.”

Jiro wiped the sweat from his forehead. I forgot … Yuto is a yokai. Does he spend all day and night here in this mall? Maybe he’s stuck here and cannot leave … Jiro shook his head. This was no time to be feeling pity for the enemy.

“You ready?” Yuto asked.

Aya nodded.

“You stay here, Mister Pervert.”

“I’m not …” Jiro sighed. What was the point of bickering with a yokai? He sat down on a bench to watch Yuto work his magic.

And magic it was. First, Yuto tugged on Aya’s arm and whispered something in her ear. She nodded. Then he dragged her over to a couple sitting at a table near the wooden balcony. Of the couples around the tropical bar, this was the youngest and most fashionable looking. They looked like models or actors of some sort. Everything about them—their clothes, their hair, even their facial expressions—oozed with high-class vibes.

Yui was saying something to the couple. They laughed. He did a little dance. They laughed again. Then he pointed out at the sea. The couple turned their heads to follow his finger.

At that moment, Aya grabbed the hem of her own skirt and flicked it up into the air. Wait she lifted her own skirt. Is that allowed?! For a moment, the navy-blue fabric stayed suspended in the air. Aya’s pink lace panties were open for all of Japan to see! And then, just as the couple was turning back, the fabric fell down, hiding Aya’s panties from sight.

Yuto repeated this several more times. Each time, he found a new way to make the couple laugh and a new way to distract them. And with each distraction, Aya found a new way to lift up her skirt. She held her skirt instead of flicking it for a slow-motion display. She turned around and flicked the skirt from behind for a through-the-panty ass flash. She spun around two times in quick succession, flaring her skirt for a 720 no-handed panty flash twirl. And somehow, this happened in a way that not a single person noticed.

Jiro stared. He hated to admit it, but Yuto was good. This was Olympic-caliber panty flipping. Jiro, in comparison, was like a cross country runner at a bodybuilding contest. Am I really going to be able to win?

When Yuto finally brought Aya back, her face was slightly flushed. When she walked, she squeezed her legs together, like she needed to go to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry Jiro,” she said breathily. “The winner of this round is Yuto.”

Yuto did a little dance between Aya’s legs to celebrate.

“B-but he cheated! Aya, you flipped your own skirt!”

“Don’t be a sore loser mister,” said Yuto from under Aya’s skirt. “All you need to do is win the next two rounds. You can do that much, can’t you? Or are you too much of a coward?”

That brat … I’ll show him.

Jiro didn’t show him. He lost the second round just as easily as the first. For round two, he tried a different strategy: He took her to the roof of the shopping mall and had Aya flip her skirt from the rooftop.

“This is alright Jiro,” Aya said. “But we’re kind of far away from any people. And even if they looked up there, they wouldn’t be able to recognize me.”

“You want to be recognized?”

“No … yes … I don’t know. But I know this isn’t exciting. It doesn’t feel risky.”

Yuto easily defeated Jiro with his round two strategy. He snuck her to into the men’s fitting area of a clothing store and had her flip her skirt in front of the occupied changing rooms. At any moment, the person inside could have pulled the curtain open to catch Aya in the act.

Aya flushed even more. The danger had clearly excited her. “I have to be fair,” she said throatily. “The winner is Yuto.”

Yuto sneered at Jiro.

“That was so easy it wasn’t even a contest.”

Aya leaned forward, her cleavage almost spilling out from her uniform. “A promise is a promise. You may kiss me.”

“Okay sis, if you could lift your skir—"

“Wait,” said Jiro. “Give me another chance.”

“You’re just going to lose again, mister.”

“One more chance.”

“Why should I?” Yuto stuck his tongue out.

“Come on Yuto, be nice,” said Aya, patting him on the head. “How about this. If you beat Jiro again, I’ll let you kiss me five times instead of just once.”

Yuto glanced at Aya. He grinned mischievously. “Ten kisses.”

“Okay, fine. Ten kisses. Anywhere you like.”

Jiro could see it on Yuto’s face. He was imagining all the naughty places he could kiss Aya. “And you’ll judge fairly?” he said.

“Of course.”

“You hear that Mister Pervert?” said Yuto. “Ten kisses. Anywhere I like. Do you know what kind of places I like, Mister Pervert?”

“I don’t need to know,” said Jiro. “Because I’m going to win.”