The first sliver of morning light cut across Rimuru’s room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He shoved a final textbook into his bag, the zipper’s rasp loud in the quiet. His gaze swept the room, a last-minute checklist, and snagged on a splash of crimson stark against his pale blue bedsheet.Chloe’s.It was her favorite pair of lingerie, the red ruffled thong she’d playfully modeled. A stray thought, unbidden and curious, prickled at the edges of his mind. He’d held the delicate fabric before, marveling at its lightness, but always gave it back. Today, it lay there, an abandoned secret.How does it feel?The question was a whisper, a tempting little nudge. He picked it up. The silk was cool and impossibly smooth between his fingers. A reckless impulse took hold. Glancing at the clock, he made a decision. He stepped into the delicate garment. The silk whispered against his skin, the fit surprisingly perfect, the lace band hugging his hips, the scant back a taut line against the round curve of his ass. A strange, thrilling sensation, both foreign and… right. A secret smile touched his lips.He dressed quickly over it, the security of thick, soft cotton hiding the illicit secret beneath. An oversized white sweater, a pair of tight dark blue jeans, he didn't noticed but the tight jeans created a line, the line of the thong who was almost visible around his perfectly rounded ass, white sneakers. He looked perfectly ordinary. Perfectly normal. Only he knew the delicate silk clinging to his skin with every step.The walk to school was a study in heightened sensation. The gentle friction of his pants, the way the silk moved with him, a constant, intimate reminder. He felt a flush of warmth that had little to do with the morning sun. He was almost at the main gate, lost in the secret sensation, when two figures detached themselves from the shadow of the brick wall.His pulse, a steady drum until now, stuttered.Guy and Leon. They moved with a lazy, predatory grace that always made the air feel thinner. Guy’s fiery red hair was a shock against the dull brick, his crimson eyes already fixed on Rimuru with amused disdain. Leon, cooler, more calculated, trailed just behind, his blonde ponytail pristine.“Well, look what the cat dragged in”, Guy’s voice was a low rumble, a smirk playing on his lips. “Little Rimuru, daydreaming again”.They flanked him effortlessly, a well-practiced maneuver, steering him into the narrow alley between the gym and the main building. The sounds of other students faded, muffled by the high walls.“We’re just making sure you’re properly awake for class”, Leon stated, his tone flat, his blue eyes analytical.Rimuru’s protest was a weak thing, caught in his throat. Guy’s hands were on him in an instant, spinning him around. He felt the rough grip on his waistband, the harsh tug of fabric. His pants were yanked down to his knees in one brutal, efficient motion.The cool morning air hit his bare legs. He braced for the humiliating pull of a wedgie, squeezing his eyes shut.But it never came.The silence that followed was different. Thicker. Heavier. He dared to crack an eye open, twisting to look over his shoulder.Both bullies were frozen. Leon’s analytical coolness had evaporated, his mouth slightly agape. Guy’s smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock. Their eyes weren't on his face, or his exposed legs. They were transfixed by the splash of vibrant red silk, the delicate ruffles stark against the pale skin of his ass, the way the garment hugged and accentuated every curve.“What…” Leon breathed the word, the first to break the spell.Guy recovered faster, a low, appreciative whistle escaping him. “Well, well. What do we have here?” His voice had lost its mocking edge, replaced by something warmer, more intrigued.Before Rimuru could react, a large, warm hand settled on his left buttock. Guy’s hand. The touch wasn’t rough or punitive. It was… exploratory. A firm, almost possessive squeeze that made the silk stretch taut. The sensation was a lightning bolt—the heat of his palm through the thin fabric, the pressure of his fingers.“So soft”, Guy murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.Then Leon’s hand was there too, on the other side, his touch cooler, more precise. He didn’t squeeze, but his fingers pressed in, testing the give, tracing the line where silk met skin. Rimuru’s breath caught, a sharp intake of air. He should shove them away, should yell, but his body was betraying him, a traitorous heat flooding his system at their focused, bewildered attention.A sharp, stinging sensation erupted on his right cheek. A slap. It wasn’t meant to hurt, not really. It was a punctuation mark in the strange tension, a test. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet alley. The impact bloomed into a warm throb that melted through him, leaving a strange, tingling awareness in its wake.Leon’s hand came down on the other side, a matching, precise strike. The twin sensations radiated through him, a confusing mix of shock and something else, something deeply unsettling and exhilarating.The warning bell screeched through the air, a harsh, reality-shattering sound.The spell broke.Hands retreated. Guy chuckled, a dark, promising sound. “Better get to class, princess”.They were gone, melting back into the stream of students now rushing for the doors, leaving him alone in the alley. Rimuru stood frozen, pants around his knees, the silk thong the only thing separating him from total exposure. The places where their hands had been, where they had struck, burned. Not with pain. With memory.He fumbled, pulling his pants up with trembling hands, the rough fabric now an irritant over the sensitized skin. The bell’s echo faded, leaving only the frantic beat of his own heart and the ghost of their touch. He took a shaky step forward, then another, each movement making the silk whisper its secret against his skin, a constant, thrilling reminder of what had just happened. And of what, perhaps, might happen next.

Rimuru, on his way to school, wears Chloe's red silk thong under his clothes, feeling a heightened sensation throughout his walk. He is cornered by bullies Guy and Leon, who discover his secret and react with shock and curiosity, touching and slapping his exposed skin. The encounter leaves Rimuru shaken and aware of the lingering sensation of their touch.

The first sliver of morning light cut across Rimuru’s room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He shoved a final textbook into his bag, the zipper’s rasp loud in the quiet. His gaze swept the room, a last-minute checklist, and snagged on a splash of crimson stark against his pale blue bedsheet.

Chloe’s.

It was her favorite pair of lingerie, the red ruffled thong she’d playfully modeled. A stray thought, unbidden and curious, prickled at the edges of his mind. He’d held the delicate fabric before, marveling at its lightness, but always gave it back. Today, it lay there, an abandoned secret.

How does it feel?

The question was a whisper, a tempting little nudge. He picked it up. The silk was cool and impossibly smooth between his fingers. A reckless impulse took hold. Glancing at the clock, he made a decision. He stepped into the delicate garment. The silk whispered against his skin, the fit surprisingly perfect, the lace band hugging his hips, the scant back a taut line against the round curve of his ass. A strange, thrilling sensation, both foreign and… right. A secret smile touched his lips.

He dressed quickly over it, the security of thick, soft cotton hiding the illicit secret beneath. An oversized white sweater, a pair of tight dark blue jeans, he didn't noticed but the tight jeans created a line, the line of the thong who was almost visible around his perfectly rounded ass, white sneakers. He looked perfectly ordinary. Perfectly normal. Only he knew the delicate silk clinging to his skin with every step.

The walk to school was a study in heightened sensation. The gentle friction of his pants, the way the silk moved with him, a constant, intimate reminder. He felt a flush of warmth that had little to do with the morning sun. He was almost at the main gate, lost in the secret sensation, when two figures detached themselves from the shadow of the brick wall.

His pulse, a steady drum until now, stuttered.

Guy and Leon. They moved with a lazy, predatory grace that always made the air feel thinner. Guy’s fiery red hair was a shock against the dull brick, his crimson eyes already fixed on Rimuru with amused disdain. Leon, cooler, more calculated, trailed just behind, his blonde ponytail pristine.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in”, Guy’s voice was a low rumble, a smirk playing on his lips. “Little Rimuru, daydreaming again”.

They flanked him effortlessly, a well-practiced maneuver, steering him into the narrow alley between the gym and the main building. The sounds of other students faded, muffled by the high walls.

“We’re just making sure you’re properly awake for class”, Leon stated, his tone flat, his blue eyes analytical.

Rimuru’s protest was a weak thing, caught in his throat. Guy’s hands were on him in an instant, spinning him around. He felt the rough grip on his waistband, the harsh tug of fabric. His pants were yanked down to his knees in one brutal, efficient motion.

The cool morning air hit his bare legs. He braced for the humiliating pull of a wedgie, squeezing his eyes shut.

But it never came.

The silence that followed was different. Thicker. Heavier. He dared to crack an eye open, twisting to look over his shoulder.

Both bullies were frozen. Leon’s analytical coolness had evaporated, his mouth slightly agape. Guy’s smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock. Their eyes weren't on his face, or his exposed legs. They were transfixed by the splash of vibrant red silk, the delicate ruffles stark against the pale skin of his ass, the way the garment hugged and accentuated every curve.

“What…” Leon breathed the word, the first to break the spell.

Guy recovered faster, a low, appreciative whistle escaping him. “Well, well. What do we have here?” His voice had lost its mocking edge, replaced by something warmer, more intrigued.

Before Rimuru could react, a large, warm hand settled on his left buttock. Guy’s hand. The touch wasn’t rough or punitive. It was… exploratory. A firm, almost possessive squeeze that made the silk stretch taut. The sensation was a lightning bolt—the heat of his palm through the thin fabric, the pressure of his fingers.

“So soft”, Guy murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

Then Leon’s hand was there too, on the other side, his touch cooler, more precise. He didn’t squeeze, but his fingers pressed in, testing the give, tracing the line where silk met skin. Rimuru’s breath caught, a sharp intake of air. He should shove them away, should yell, but his body was betraying him, a traitorous heat flooding his system at their focused, bewildered attention.

A sharp, stinging sensation erupted on his right cheek. A slap. It wasn’t meant to hurt, not really. It was a punctuation mark in the strange tension, a test. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet alley. The impact bloomed into a warm throb that melted through him, leaving a strange, tingling awareness in its wake.

Leon’s hand came down on the other side, a matching, precise strike. The twin sensations radiated through him, a confusing mix of shock and something else, something deeply unsettling and exhilarating.

The warning bell screeched through the air, a harsh, reality-shattering sound.

The spell broke.

Hands retreated. Guy chuckled, a dark, promising sound. “Better get to class, princess”.

They were gone, melting back into the stream of students now rushing for the doors, leaving him alone in the alley. Rimuru stood frozen, pants around his knees, the silk thong the only thing separating him from total exposure. The places where their hands had been, where they had struck, burned. Not with pain. With memory.

He fumbled, pulling his pants up with trembling hands, the rough fabric now an irritant over the sensitized skin. The bell’s echo faded, leaving only the frantic beat of his own heart and the ghost of their touch. He took a shaky step forward, then another, each movement making the silk whisper its secret against his skin, a constant, thrilling reminder of what had just happened. And of what, perhaps, might happen next.

Rimuru, and androgynous boy try Crossdress! But he sometimes get's caught, anyway he tries to don't get caught too easily, but when he is aroused he does not think about consecuences.

¡The Crossdresser Rimuru!

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