It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon at Shokushu University. There were no classes in session, and the school grounds were filled with girls out exploring the forest, splashing about on the white sand beaches or just soaking up the last couple hours of sunshine of the day.

For two students, however, it was just another time to work. The girls in question, freshman Emmeline Whitaker and sophomore Briana McAllister, had been found in a rather compromising situation the week before (specifically, lying on the tile floor of a classroom, completely naked, thoroughly ravaged, and without a single memory as to what had gotten them to that state.) To add insult to injury poor little Emi, as shy and quiet as a student could get, had found herself at the center of some very unwanted attention. Photos, and in some cases even videos, were making their way through the student body, showing the lovely young girl naked, apparently pressing herself up against a large glass window.

Emi couldn’t remember any of it, and seemed to be convinced it was her lusty friend Briana’s doing. Bri herself agreed. It seemed like something she would have gotten them into, but was baffled by Emi’s anger. As far as she was concerned, it was all quite fun.

As punishment, the girls had been given a rather harsh detention sentence. It was only Emi’s tears that had kept them out of the basement - instead they had been tasked with tending the campus greenhouse for the entire month. So, while their peers enjoyed the sunshine, Emi and Bri were at work.

Well, at least Emi was working. Bri, for the most part, was watching Emi. The dark-haired heiress was dressed in a little pink camisole, her black locks pulled back into two small ponytails. Best of all was the little pleated purple skirt she wore. Each time Emi bent over it rose up, exposing the tops of her black silk stockings. Briana suspected the fair-skinned beauty was wearing a garter belt as well, and ached to get a first hand look.

The red-haired girl herself was certainly not dressed for garden work. She wore a thin, lacy white top which made it quite apparent that she hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra that day. Her own skirt, tight and black, was short enough that it probably would have earned her a few more detention hours if any of the staff had seen it. She’d worn her own pair of thigh-high stockings and a garter belt, white to contrast with the black ones her friend always wore. Briana was bound and determined to get back into Emmeline’s good graces today, no matter what it took.