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"This is really it, huh? I'm...finally going into Hope's Peak Academy..."

I can feel the sun shining on my face. It would be uncomfortable and hot if not for the gentle breeze that cools my skin. I could stand here for hours, if I had nothing to do that was of importance. Speaking of importance, I think I should introduce myself.

My name is Makoto Naegi, and in short, I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. Why do I have that title? My name was picked from a special lottery...basically, I was "lucky" enough to be chosen for the 78th class of Hope's Peak Academy, a school specially created for students with amazing talents. I know...that's not too impressive when you really look into it. Don't get me wrong, it's a one-in-a-million opportunity for me, but did I really deserve to attend an academy with such prestige?

Before I even came here, I was able to look up the people I'd be attending school with, and, to be honest, I really pale in comparison. I mean...seriously; if they were a sunkissed, golden brown turkey, I'd be raw and on the counter.

That's a weird metaphor.

Um..while I hadn't seen any pictures, I could read about them for hours. From what I remember, I was going to have a gangster, a doujin artist, a wrestler, and a gambler for classmates. What would I even look like in the midst of them? Foolish? Awkward? Inadequate?

Drawing a shaky breath, I disregarded my fears and began to take my first steps into the campus.

"Ten steps...", I told myself. "Just ten steps is all it'll take. And then...you'll feel fine..."

I had then counted the steps in my head.

One.
Two..
Three...

My breath hitched, and I assumed it was due to my jittery demeanor. After taking a moments pause, I continued forward.

Four....
Five.....
Six......

My head felt like it was swimming with different thoughts. Could I call them thoughts? Actually...it was a mess of sensations. I got my breaths to slow down, but, as a result, I was now incredibly...drowsy...and aching to rest...still, I stumbled forward...

Seven.......
Eight........
Nine.........

I don't recall ever reaching ten.

I wake up in a classroom.

That's how all of this was meant to start, right?

Something about this situation seemed very familiar to me, and I didn't know if I should be worried or relieved. Once I fully regained my senses, I decided to be content.

Biting my lower lip, I stood up from the desk I was placed in and observed the environment around me. Any windows were covered in what seemed to be a thick sheet of metal, screwed tightly into the frame. Cameras resided in each corner, and I felt like someone was watching me...it felt almost...dirty...

Shaking off the paranoia, I looked toward the front of the room. Scribbled messily on the chalkboard was a message that read:

"You're late, stupid! Now stop looking around the room like a dummy and head to the gym!"

Ouch.

Harsh, yet juvenile note aside, I made my way out of the classroom, taking what felt like forever to reach the gym. By the time I had gotten there, everyone was separated off into groups and chatting amongst themselves. My sudden appearance didn't seem to catch anyone's attention...at least, I thought it didn't.

A straight-laced male wearing the whitest clothes I'd ever seen (the only exception being the crimison armband and jet-black knee-high boots) approached me, getting in my face and yelling at me for being so late. Surprisingly, I couldn't seem to focus on that, despite the sheer volume of his voice and his eyebrows, which were almost comical.

What had distracted me was the size of his thighs.

I can hear it now.

"Makoto, that's creepy."

"Makoto, that's weird."

"Makoto, that's gay."

I was already aware of this, but honestly, I couldn't help myself. As his drivel faded into the background, I gazed at his pants, taking in just how tightly wrapped around his legs they really were. My mind wandered deeper about those strong thighs...what they looked like when his pants were off...how they'd feel...if they were sensitive...

"Hey! Did you hear what I said?"

Immediately, I snapped out of my trance, looking into his big ruby eyes.

"N...no..?"

To my relief, he chuckled at my ignorance.

"After I scolded you for being so late, I introduced myself! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Ultimate Moral Compass! In spite of your tardiness, I'm pleased to meet you!"

He then presented his hand for me to shake. Awkwardly, I pressed our palms together, and before I knew it, I was fantasizing again. Wow, Kiyotaka's hands were soft...was the rest of his body just as soft?

I didn't stay in that state for long- partially because everyone else was staring at me like how churchgoers would stare at the satanist standing in the back.

"You okay man? You're kinda spaced out...", some guy with ridiculous hair asked...was he even a teenager? Even then, I thought he was kind of...sexy. There was something about that beard stubble...

"Uhh...yeah. I'm fine..."

I gradually pulled my hand away from Kiyotaka's, only to hear a suggestive chuckle from someone in the crowd. I looked around for the source of the laugh, when my eyes landed on another ridiculously attractive man.

Tall, blonde, and handsome, he looked back at me with such a pretentious glare that I felt disgusted and aroused at the same time...

"What? Don't tell me. You're stunned by my dashing looks.", he remarked, crossing his arms and looking daggers at me.

Damn...I know that mouth can do more than talk down to me...

"No need to reply. My name is Byakuya Togami, and I don't entertain thoughts of dirty pesants like you in my head."

I wish he did...

"Byakuya! That is no way to talk to someone!", a blue-haired girl scolded, although...it didn't bother me one bit.

"I'm so sorry. I'm Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Idol. You...seem familiar...wait..."

She stepped back to observe me for a moment, only to excitedly hug me seconds later. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fiery redhead stick out his tongue. The silvery tongue piercing shined in the florescent lights of the gym above, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Makoto Naegi! I remember you from junior high!"

Wait a minute...what was I thinking?!

This wasn't the time to be having weird, fevered fantasies! I had to think about the current dilemma we all faced. These were the students of Hope's Peak I had read about online; I was sure on that. What I wasn't too clear on was why.

Why were we gathered here?

What was the point?

Will we even get out?

I was taken out of my thoughts by a high-pitched, nearly comical voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my absolute pleasure to present to you...your glorious headmaster, Monokuma~!"

We all turned to face the front of the gym, and nearly cried out in disbelief as we witnessed a monochrome teddy bear pop up from out of nowhere and sit upon a podium, which had also appeared from seemingly nowhere.

That, or I was oblivious to it the entire time.

"Really? Yer expectin' me ta believe a fuckin' bear is the headmaster?"

I slightly shifted my attention to the owner of that angry, rough, sinful voice. Maybe it was my height, but the first thing my eyes saw on him was his glorious cleavage, the kind only strong, well-developed pecs could create. Ever so often, one muscle would twitch, and after, a string of drool would flow from my mouth.

"You're all here to participate in a school-wide killing game! How exciting~!"

Wait...what? I had only been distracted for a few moments and I had missed some vital information...

Killing game...some person had brought us all here to kill each other...

I surveyed the room with my eyes. Some were afraid. Others were angered. There were even the select few that showed indifference.

...

There really were some interesting people here. Aside from the guys I glared at, I'd seen a giant woman(?), two twin girls (at least, their faces were similar. Their hair showed a stark contrast in their personalities), and an uncomfortably pale woman who seemed to be approaching this round, egg-shaped guy.

...

To be honest, I'd probably smash. I don't know how, or why, but I would...

"Hey, you! Standing front and center! Are you even paying attention?"

I jerked my head toward the headmaster...er, Monokuma, hoping he couldn't call my bluff.

"Y..yeah..."

"Alrighty then...if you can answer me this, I'll believe you! What can you do to get out of this school alive?"

Everyone was looking at me again. I could tell that they wanted me to get this right. Sighing, I looked the bear dead in his eyes and shouted:

"I have no idea whatsoever!"

The room echoed with disappointment.

"Upupupu! You've got that wrong, Makoto! In order to escape, one must kill and get away with it!"

You've got that wrong?

That sounds like a good catchphrase.

"For not paying attention to the headmaster, I hearby declare that you must serve a detention! Everyone else is dismissed!"

The bear waved his white paw and, after another moment, the room was liquidated of teenagers. The only exception was, of course, me.

After the door closed, Monokuma sighed loudly, before spinning in front of me like a butterfly. I was, understandibly, confused.

"Whew! Finally, I though they'd never leave! I apologize just a little, Makoto. When you came in, the nerve gas was made just a little bit stronger so it would seem like you weren't paying attention."

My mind went blank for a moment.

"Did you say...nerve gas?"

The bear chuckled annoyingly again, before holding his head in his paws.

"Well, we had to kidnap you somehow! Oh, by the way, I should tell you now that you're the Ultimate Hope, sent to Hope's Peak in order to combat despair! "

I still understood nothing.

"Wait...why are you even telling me this?"

"Shh, shhhhhhh, " the bear exclaimed, "I'm getting to that! You see Makoto, the mastermind isn't interested in any killing. I mean, bloodshed? Death? Tears? Honestly, it's so cliché...plus, it makes a hell of a mess! And guess who's gotta clean that up? Yours truly!!"

I was slowly understanding what was going on...

"Then why did you tell everyone we were in a killing game?"

Monokuma blushed. "Well...technically, it still is! I could drop a motive at any moment, and one of you unlucky bastards will die! Then there's the whole fuss with the trial, the excecution..."

"Trial and excection?"

"But, that can all be avoided! That is, if you want to fulfill your title as the Ultimate Hope..."

I had to take a moment to evaluate my decision. Knowing that before, I had no idea why I was even here, and now, I was this hero of hope...surely, it couldn't be that big of a task. Besides, I'd be saving the others too...

"Alright, Monokuma! What's my task?"

The bear then laughed maniacally, causing a nervous flutter in my stomach.

"Let's just say that it's farming season, and somebody's gonna plant some seeds!"

What was that euphanism..?

Wait a moment...

Oh no...

"You...don't mean..?"

"I doooo! If you wanna save your friends, you'll need to spread around that wild seed of hope~! Surely a little sex won't be as bad as murder, hmm?"

Monokuma gave me a suggestive look with his robotic eyes.

"I...I mean..."

"I see you're a little uneasy, Makoto! Not to worry! I've got a few rules!"

Putting on a pair of reading glasses and taking out a clipboard, again, from nowhere, the bear then read out the rules.

"Numbero uno! I don't want to hear the pitter-patter of little feet running around my facility! No screwing any girls!"

I didn't realize he'd hear me give a relieved sigh.

"Ah, let's be honest here, Makoto. You don't even like girls, do you? Upupu...I saw you drooling over Mondo's chest~ You don't have to lie!"

I shuffled back and forth awkwardly, though I was still fine with the fact that I didn't have to fornicate with the other gender.

"Rule two! Consent is key! If you rape, you die!"

I could understand that one.

"Third of all, you've got a certain time frame to get those goods! When time runs out, the motive will be released!", he claimed.

"Fourth, you need to have proof of doing the deed! Whenever you finish, ask them to give you their underwear."

"That's the proof..?"

The bear shrugged.

"I mean they oughtta be comfortable with it, considering what you would have done beforehand!"

I nodded, scratching the back of my head.

"Is there anything else?"

The bear tapped his chin, mumbling to himself quietly before responding, "Not at the moment...but, updates to the rules will be found in your E-Handbook!"

"E-Handbook..?"

"Not paying attention again, hmm?", the bear insisted, before bestowing me with the tablet and my room key.

"I suggest getting settled! You've got a lot of work cut out for you!"

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After my talk with Monokuma, I headed to my dorm in order to think. Luckily for me, nobody seemed talkative. Maybe it was because we were thrown into a killing game unfairly, and they had yet to know what exactly I had to do in order to save everyone.

Yeah. That had to be it.

Once I located my respective dorm (marked so by my pixel sprite), I opened the door and stepped inside. The interior at first glance was, unsurprisingly, dull. What could you do to furnish the room of the Ultimate Hope? The talent itself was up to interpertation, and I guess the mastermind didn't care too much about delving deeper into the meaning.

Somewhat exhausted, I closed and locked the door, flopping onto the bed moments later.

It was at that moment I realized that a box of some sort had been hidden under my blanket.

"Gah!!"

Following up my cry of pain and sudden jolt upward was my pulling back of the bedsheet and revealing a neatly wrapped present, complete with holographic green wrapping paper, a brown ribbon, and a small tag that read:

"To Makoto, from Yours Truly~"

Interested, I carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the box itself to find a golden envelope, a handwritten note, two condoms, a pocket-sized bottle of lubricant, and a...strangely shaped object. After looking over the items once more, I decided to read the note.

"Dear Makoto Naegi,

I figured it would be difficult embarking on this special journey of yours, with what little sexual knowledge you must have (you're still a virgin, right? Not for long!), so I'm graciously gifting you helpful materials each time you go on 'the hunt'. Included in each box will be a golden envelope, two condoms, a pocket-sized bottle of lube, and a 'surprise tool' that will help you later.

Here's some answers to potential questions:

The golden envelope enclosed in the box holds a name inside of it. Specifically, the name of the guy you'll eventually be screwing this time around. No complaining, either- you'll be giving it to all of them eventually. I'm just making the process easier.

That 'surprise tool' changes depending on the person. What's in the box right now is a vibrator...shaped a little bit like a tentacle. Don't even get me started on tacky tentacle hentai either- the only reason it has that shape is because the first partner of yours has a slight inclination towards aliens. Regardless, you should experiment a little- maybe test it on yourself~?

Your frame of time is seven days, which will not be altered in any way. Appreciate what you got, or the limit will be lowered.

That's all for now, Makoto~ Maybe you'll succeed and get another note? Or you'll fail and bring forth the motive! Who really knows at this time?

Love,

The Mastermind~

P.S. I had Monokuma scribe, so this can't go toward your potential search for me ;) "

So that's why the handwriting is terrible...

However, this meant that the perverted mastermind behind this all was among us...but they were right. Without evidence, we couldn't find who it was...and at the moment, there was only one thing I really could do.

Experiment with the vibrator.

I'd look in the envelope later. Right now, it was going to be just me and my thoughts, no influence from the many arousing guys currently trying to find their way around the school. Maybe a little influence, actually. Not knowing who could be in that golden parcel of destiny made a little blood rush south, and before I knew it, the front of my jeans were tented.

"That didn't take long..."

Looking back at the door to confirmed that it was indeed, locked, I laid against the headrest of my bed and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my knees. Slowly, I became impatient with myself, my body taking over with the movements. The next time I looked down, my pants were around my ankles, my boxers centimeters above them, and my cock was out on display.

I stared at the appendage for a moment. Despite my small frame, I was of average size. It was kind of like Goldilocks in a sense- not too big, not too small, but just right.

Shifting about, I grasped the pocket-sized bottle of lube and popped the cap open, afterward squeezing the cool, gel-like substance in my palm. Pressing my pointer and ring fingers together, I took a healthy amount on their tips and lifted my legs.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

Gradually, I slipped my fingers inside, wincing from the strange wet feeling. It took about five minutes of...self care...before I felt ready to use that vibrator. Nervously holding the toy, I pressed the narrow tip in, afterward pushing the length fully inside. Even though I was...properly prepared, my body was still taking its time getting used to the invader. Impatient as I was, I took it upon myself to press the button that turned the tentacle(?) on, and nearly jumped.

One, because of the silent vibrations running through my private regions, and

Two, because someone had knocked on my door.

...
Could they wait?

"Makoto! Are you in there?"

That was definitely Kiyotaka...from my earlier experience with him, he'd probably stay knocking at the door until I provided some sort of answer.

Turning my head toward the door, I replied:

"Yeah...!"

I waited silently for a response.

...

"Ah! I knew you'd be in there! I've gathered all of the students in the dining hall in order to address our current situation. If you need time, I can come back in five minutes!"

Kiyotaka's so sweet...I wonder if he'd be the name in the envelope...I could imagine it now...

"Makoto?"

Startled by his yell, I sat up, the toy poking inside me in an aggressive manner. There was no time to pull it out- I didn't want to keep everyone waiting, and someone could be getting suspect of me. Biting my lower lip, I put my discarded pants back on my legs, and my shoes found their way back to my feet.

The only issue was my uncomfortable erection poking at my jeans. All I could really do about it was pull my hoodie over the tent and hope it wouldn't be an obvious attempt to hide my stick of destiny. Now collected, I walked over to the door, doing my best to ignore my lower half.

"It's fine, I uh...I'm ready to go now...", I'd eventually respond, opening the door and gazing into those beautiful ruby eyes of his.

"Alright then, Makoto! I'm glad to see you're still in well spirits, after what you must've experienced!"

"Huh?"

"Monokuma- he must've given you quite the fright during your meeting after everyone else had been released from the gym! We all feared he'd given some brash punishment, with this being a killing game.", Kiyotaka explained.

"Oh...right. Actually, it wasn't that bad...to sum it up, he let me off with a...warning."

The moral compass nodded slowly, as if he didn't quite understand everything I said, but knew enough not to ask for more information.

"Well, we aren't getting anything done standing in your doorway! Allow me to take you to the dining hall!"

Silently, I followed behind Kiyotaka, doing my best to focus on the back of his head, since...

You know...

I didn't need to be busting nuts in the halls.

That wouldn't be good for my record...

When we finally reached the dining hall, everyone was more or less milling about, either talking in groups or messing with the sheet metal over the windows. I hadn't even found a chair to sit in when Kiyotaka began addressing everyone in the room all at once.

"Alright! Now that we have everyone here, we can properly discuss how to go about this killing game! I say a few rules should be put in place, as to lessen our chances of anyone murdering, and by association, anyone being murdered."

A few of the guys groaned, but no one left the room.

"The first thing I propose is that we all meet here in the morning! That way, if anything does happen, we'll know by the absence of our fellow classmates! Does everyone agree?"

Half-hearted groans filled the room, but no real objections were voiced, so the morning assembly was put in place.

The rest of the meeting went by me like a blur.

I would pay attention to key parts, but whenever Kiyotaka began rambling about following said rules, or whenever someone rarely decided to put in their input, I'd begin to focus in on whichever male I found attractive at that point in time. Perverse as it was, I still had a toy inside my body, which was beginning to get tired.

Basically, I needed to stay alert so no one would notice.

My eyes landed on Byakuya first, and I began to study the fine features of his body. He was definitely taller than I was, most likely due to his long slender legs. I had already gotten used to the default glare he hosted; the one that basically said ' I'm too good for everyone in this room '. I thought to myself what I'd do to him if and when his name was in the envelope.

I'd make him melt under my touch...take that stick out of his rear and replace it with something much better...

Byakuya looked over at me for a split second, before scoffing and rolling his eyes.

Oh, he's definitely getting it.

My eyes then found comfort in Leon's svelte, athletic build. I couldn't really tell with all of the unnecessary punk clothes, but I bet his muscles were smooth and defined, not to the point of being obvious, but more of a small surprise you got when unwrapping the package. I had to admit, not all of those punk clothes were bad...

Those skinny jeans made his ass look like a five-course meal...

...and I was starving...

Before Leon could notice my weird staring, my eyes darted back to Kiyotaka, who was finishing up his...whatever he was doing. A part of me felt bad for not listening to him, especially since I was the last one to make it to the dining hall, but even I couldn't lie to myself.

He was cute, but he could get boring quick.

Either that, or I was too focused on myself to really pay attention.

I think it may have been the latter...

"Alright! Any questions?"

No one bothered to raise a hand, most likely reaching the general consensus that these points would come up again later.

"Good! Continue on with acquainting yourselves with the school. I fear we may be here for a while...", he concluded, dismissing everyone.

I, of course, went back to my dorm. I couldn't take it anymore; despite my best efforts, my flagpole was still up, ready to have a flag run up it.

I need to stop with the weird metaphors...

Before I could do anything else, I just had to know who's name was in that envelope. Now sitting on my bed, I took the envelope in my hands and slowly tore it open. Anyone could be inside...any male, at least. Taking a deep breath, took out the slip of paper and read the name aloud.

"Yasuhiro Hagakure"

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Yasuhiro Hagakure...not a bad one to start with. Granted, the first impression he left on me was that he was odd and...probably held back for more than a few years. Definately not the smartest of the bunch, but one of the more attractive ones.

I sat back on my bed, a small creak resounding from the mattress. My hands trembled, and the more I thought about Yasuhiro, the more I was slowly reminded of the situation I had down south...

As gently as I could, I unzipped my pants, allowing my fingers to slide down the band of my breifs and let my cock free from its prison. I sighed aloud soon after, thankful that I was finally able to be alone in solice whilst I uh...got off. 

Too hot to grab the lubricant, I licked the palm of my left hand with the flat of my tongue, before wrapping the moist palm around myself...

I felt ashamed and yet completely invigorated all at once. I had no idea as to how I would even convince Yasuhiro to even do something like that with me. He seemed like the kind of guy who would have already done something like that...and even if he hadn't, I would be his first...and he would be mine...

"Augh..."

I felt the heat rising to a fever pitch in my cheeks, and warm tears had began to spill out of my eyes. I couldn't help but to please myself at the thoughts of actually...doing it. With someone. That I...just met.

Wait, don't think about that, Makoto. 

I shook my head quickly, trying to forget the thought of my doing of someone I had only met mere moments ago.

...
...

I uh...cant stop thinking about it.

Maybe it was that bit of purity inside of me...but I couldn't just take him like he was medicine! I had to do something...create a bond of some sort between us before even thinking of him in a sexual manner. I looked down at my hand, still pumping as hard as it was when I first began. Exhausted, I laid back on my bed, getting a reminder about a certain something dwelling inside my body.

"Nnn..f....fuck...."

With my free hand, I began moving the oddly shaped dildo inside of my body. I whined, biting my lower lip as I fucked myself with the toy and played with my own natural gift. It wasn't long after that I came into my hand. Completely spent, I let the euphoria lull me to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already nighttime.

The semen from earlier had dried on my hand, and my rear had a sore pain from leaving in the tentacle. Groggily, I removed the toy, almost certain some of the skin in that area had torn and began to bleed. There was then a process of washing up before I went to lay back down for bed. 

For a moment, I rolled around on the sheets. Unfortunately for me, the escapade I had earlier had inadvertently given me a lot of energy. There wasn't much I could do, though to my knowledge I was allowed to walk around at night. It wasn't recommended at all, or even safe given our situation, but my room was beginning to bore me. 
 
Stretching my arms and legs, I got up and proceeded to leave. I wouldn't get too far, actually. I didn't get kidnapped or die, which...in hindsight, would have made more sense than what had actually happened.

I had gotten down to Sayaka's room, which was closest to the dining hall, when I noticed that someone's door was open, the light was on, and an odd fog was wafting out. My nose caught wind of what smelled like smoke, and I thought that the first blackened had made their move with a gruesome method of murder-

Arson.

In a weird move of bravery, I rushed into the student's room. Inside, there was no fire. There was no one who was dead from severe burns. The person inside wasn't even concerned.

Yasuhiro Hagakure was inside, and he was smoking weed.

"Yasuhiro..! What the...?", I exclaimed, quickly shutting the door behind me.

"Naegi-chi? Is that you- hey, that door was open to let the smoke out! I can't see!", he whined.

The smoke wasn't that bad, but given his current state, I couldn't deny him his open door. Sighing, I opened the door to the room, leaving the slightest crack. This was enough to satisfy him...or so I believed.

"Naegi-chi...please don't go yet...," the grown man whined, "You know, I have more..."

"More of what?", I asked, though already knowing the answer.

Yasuhiro gave me a lazy smile, before holding out a shoddily rolled blunt- rolled well enough to hold the marijuana, but just barely. I had never smoked weed before, or done any drugs for that matter. I wasn't able to ask Yasuhiro for any sort of...favors, as he was clearly under the influence, but I didn't want to cloud my judgement either. Kindly, I pushed away his hand and sat down next to him.

"No thanks, Yasuhiro, but thanks for the offer."

Yasuhiro pursed his lips like a small child and fussed about, but he soon abruptly paused to feel my face.

"Naegi-chi...Naegi-chi...", he almost sang to me. 

"Yes..?" 

"You're so pretty, Naegi-chi...such a cute, pretty boy...", he cooed, his red eyes lidded. "It's not possible for someone to be so cute...unless..."

He then staggered to his feet, before pushing me down onto the mattress, almost violently. His lips quivered before asking with a wavering smirk, "Are you...an...alien, Naegi-chi..?"

My eyes looked back and forth, at each of Yasuhiro's hands, pressed at either side of my head. He sat atop my stomach, a centimeter or so away from my crotch. His eyes were wide and filled with a childlike wonder, rather adorable for someone who was probably high out of their mind. 

"No," I answered honestly, "there's nothing alien about me. I'm just a normal boy."

I suppose that was the answer he was looking for, because his hands had slid from the mattress to my shoulders. He squeezed them tightly, before loosening his grip.

"Ha...! That's what an alien would say...!"

That wasn't what I was expecting.

"But I'm not-"

"Shhhhhhhhh........", he whispered, taking his left hand and dragging it across my face, before poking my nose.

"You don't have to lie, Naegi-chi...your secret is safe with me..."

I had determined arguing with Yasuhiro wouldn't work, and, in order to pass the time, I allowed the clairvoyant to drone on until he eventually fell asleep.

Right on top of me.

If this was Byakuya or Leon, or even Kiyotaka, I would have been able to wriggle free and leave them to sleep. Yasuhiro was heavier than I thought he'd be, and at one point, I thought I would suffocate due to the pressure provided by Yasuhiro's body.

Thankfully, I was able to position myself so that the sheer weight of this man wouldn't bring me to a premature grave. (The very thing I was trying to prevent for everyone else.)

I laid there for several minutes, before falling asleep myself. I didn't wake until I felt a significant weight removed from my person. 

Blinking away any remaining sleep, I directed my gaze toward the sobered Hagakure. He was sitting on the other side of the bed, eating up what looked to be a western-style breakfast- bacon, eggs, toast. There wasn't any smell (either that, or he had eaten them before I could catch the scent.).

"Morning, Yasuhiro.", I said groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. 

"Good morning, Naegi-chi!", he called out to me. "I was gonna bring you something to eat, but I couldn't find any alien food, so I kinda gave up."

I cocked an eyebrow. "You remember that?"

"Yeah! Why? Was I not supposed to?", he inquired, suddenly fearful of his well-being.

"No, it's not that...I mean, I thought people forgot whatever happened to them when they get high?"

Hagakure shook his head quickly, before unsurely scratching his head.

"I remember things sometimes...like that you're an alien!"

I sighed, slightly annoyed by the fact that the fortune teller wouldn't drop the notion of me being an extraterrestrial being. 

My annoyance wouldn't last as long as intended.

"Yasuhiro?"

"Yes, Naegi-chi?"

"What if I told you that I could save everyone here from the killing game?"

In less than a second, Yasuhiro Hagakure was by my side

"Really? Do you have alien magic? What about lazer beams? I saw aliens with those! Well, just one, but that's beside the point. Can you save us?"

I nodded certainly, a flush rising in my cheeks. 

"Yeah...but the mastermind wants me to do something you may not like..."

Yasuhiro looked into my eyes...not really my eyes, but my forehead. Maybe he thought there was a third one there, ready to burst out.

Little did he know, that's not the place where something was about ready to burst out.

"I'll be willing to do anything to avoid getting killed! I've almost died too much. The yakuza gets a little greedy, ya know?"

A part of me wanted to reconsider at that moment.

"Oh! My only thing is that you don't take me to space and do some sorta weird experiment on my guts! Alien black market is still the black market!", he hollered, waving a finger in my face.

"I can safely say it's nothing of that sort."

Yasuhiro finally calmed down, his frenzy becoming more of a concern.

"So if you're not gonna sell my intestines in the alien black market...what does the mastermind want you to do to me?"

This is it.

I'm about to tell him.

Drawing in a heavy breath, I confessed to Yasuhiro that the mastermind required me to get into the pants of every male participant in the killing game, and that he was the first one on the smash-and-dash list.

"Well, why didn't you say that in the first place?", he replied in the most casual way imaginable.

"I'm sorry, this probably...wait, huh?"

The clairvoyant chuckled, before pointing at himself confidently.

"I've had to suck a lot of dick to avoid getting taken down by random gangsters! This mouth's helped me avoid some serious trouble!"

Was that really something to be proud of..?

Regardless, I was so close to getting the motive discarded that I let it be.

"While that's good and all, I think the mastermind wants...".

I made a hole with my right hand and shoved some fingers from my left hand in and out for emphasis.

"I see, Naegi-chi...", he hummed, before laying on his back.

Anxiously, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, my fingers brushing against a familiar-feeling plastic package. I made the choice to take it out, seeing the condom's wrapper reflecting the light of the room. 

Did I put that in my pocket? I don't remember, really.

Hagakure caught a glimpse of the condom, not yet in use, and shot straight up.

His body, not his junk.

"Wait- right now? Didn't Kiyotaka want us to that meeting or whatever? "

Damn it. I almost forgot about that. 

"Right..."

I had turned around to exit his dorm when Hagakure exclaimed

"It's a good thing I don't care!"

By the time I turned back around to face the fortune teller, he had removed his shirt and was now working on his pants.

"C'mon, Naegi-chi, unless you're one of those weirdos that likes to do it with their clothes on."

"Wha- oh no, it's just that I'm kinda new at this..."

"So am I! I've never gone past sucking on some yakuza's oversized privates, so I'm excited! Plus, it's with an alien too! That's an extra bonus!"

Well, if he really was...

I decided to remove my clothes, starting with my hooded jacket. Once that lay discarded on the floor, I tossed my shirt, and, as I unzipped my pants, a little plastic bottle fell out.

Okay, Monokuma definitely snuck in here last night and gave me the lubricant and the condom. I looked toward the corner of the room, and sure enough, one of those security cameras was aimed right at the bed.

Just perfect.

Whatever. If the mastermind wanted to watch, they were going to get a show.

I hope.

Pants now down on the floor, both over and under, I soon became aware of the semi-hard appendage bouncing in-between my legs. 

I awkwardly presented myself in front of Hagakure.

"Surprise...?"

Yasuhiro leaned forward on the bed, scratching his chin as he took a gander at my private parts.

"Now I really know you're an alien! I thought Naegi-chi's penis was gonna be tiny! Guess I was wrong!"

After taking offense to Yasuhiro's remark, I approached him on the bed, using my hands to slowly push him onto the mattress. 

The next things I do are purely based on stuff I've seen in movies.

Disregarding the fact that Yasuhiro's mouth had been places I didn't ever expect, consider, or see myself, I closed my eyes pressed my lips onto his, feeling the slight dryness of the skin, before licking at his mouth.

I probably should have expected him to open his mouth too.

The sensation was odd- like swirling my tongue around in a glass of water...except it was actually another tongue.

One that tasted especially of breakfast.

Feeling the need to intensify our making out, I held onto his adequately sized pectorals, massaging them with my hands gradually, flicking the nipples ever so often.

A quiet sigh escaped his quivering lips.

I guess I'm doing this right.

After pleasuring his chest, I scooted my short body down to his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and sternum in my wake. 

"Naegi-chi..! Ah...that's sensitive...!"

I used this bit of information to my advantage, licking back up my trail, soon after taking a detour to his hardening nipples.

As I let my tongue swirl about his chest, I felt his hands run through my hair.

"Naegi-chi, you liar...you said this was your first time..!"

I paused my tongue briefly to respond that it actually is, and the fact that he was actually feeling it kinda boosted my confidence, but he had lowered my head back to his chest.

"Don't stop..."

That was roundabout.

While I admittedly enjoyed sliding my tongue over Yasuhiro's body, mine was starting to get greedy, and the more Yasuhiro tugged on my ahoge, the harder it was to resist diving in without my gear.

After administering a final lick, I sat in-between his legs,  reaching for the shinily wrapped condom and carefully placing over my healthy girth.

Once sheathed, I took the bottle of lubricant in my palm and squeezed just enough on the tip of my finger for the gel to not fall off.

"Naegi..?", Hagakure asked, actually sounding serious.

"Yeah..?"

"Could you please...be gentle with me? I mean, not that I can't handle it or anything, but this is my first time for real..."

He nervously lifted his legs in the air for me, exposing his hole almost daintily. I could see it twitch, as if it expected what was soon coming to and in it with anxious anticipation. 
Giving the clairvoyant a soft smile, I took his right leg in my unlubricated hand and gently touched his anus...

No, anus is too weird, even for me.

...his hole with my finger, making sure it was nicely coated before I pressed the tip of my finger inside.

"I'll do my very best..."

I felt his body tighten around my pointer, a sign he was still wary, but he nodded his head, letting me know he understood.

Sighing, I pressed my finger in deeper, before pulling it back to the tip. I repeated this process for a few thrusts, afterward drawing back and lubricating two fingers.

Massaging his thigh in my hand, I carefully returned my digit to his hole, now with another. With every passing thrust, I felt Yasuhiro relax, the once taut muscle now welcoming me in. 

"Are...are you ready for me to...?", I inquired, receiving a slow nod from the other.

Just to be safe, I made sure my condom was properly covered in the lube, afterward dropping his thigh and positioning myself for entering.

Shutting my eyes tightly, I pushed the head of my penis into Yasuhiro's body. Even after using all that lubricant, his body still felt a little too tight, and the clairvoyant himself began to cry out, throwing his head back in what looked to be pain.

"Augh...! That hurt, Naegi...!"

"Sorry! I'm trying...!"

Gritting my teeth, I continued on, through my hisses and Yasuhiro's wailing. It felt like a whole hour passed while I connected with Yasuhiro, and when I finally made my way in, I had to pause in order to acclimate with the foreign pressure.

I lifted my head to see how Yasuhiro was doing, and was surprised to see he was only crying slightly. 

"This feels so weird...!!", I heard him say soon after.

"Oh yeah. This end feels kinda strange, too..."

We then locked eyes and chuckled in that kinda hilariously awkward we-just-saw-each-other-someplace-other-than-school kind of way.

My hips began to move slowly as our laughing intensified.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..! On the second day, too...! I thought this would be hard...! Like, you know?", I exclaimed.

"That's cause I'm so friendly, Naegi-chi! You know who'd be difficult?"

"Who?"

"That rich guy! Togami! I bet he wouldn't do it even if it meant he couldn't spend money!"

Before long, Yasuhiro's arms are holding me tightly, and I'm picking up the speed of my thrusts.

"I don't know- he may not be that desperate...", I replied.

"Sure, and I graduated when I was supposed to! Ouch!"

"Ah- sorry, again!"

I took a peek at the action and found that I accidentally tore the skin just a bit. Regardless, Yasuhiro's hole slightly bled.

"It's okay, Naegi-chi! I'll fix it later..."

"Alright then..."

Although aware of his injury, I continued my pattern of thrusts, allowing both myself and Yasuhiro to slowly melt into euphoria. 

Feeling myself get closer, I slowed my movement again, breathing now ragged and hot.

"Naegi...I can't last any longer...", he moaned needily, moving one of his hands to his own neglected member. I took note that he and I were thrusting in time to Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees.

How convenient.

Letting a pleasured moan drip out of my mouth, I came inside Yasuhiro (or in the condom that was in Yasuhiro), with him having ejaculated across both our stomachs a second after. 

I wanted to ride that high for so long. It was like my body was dipped in a buzzing vat of endorphins and adrenaline, and it absorbed every last bit. I dare say I saw just a bit of white.

Yasuhiro's drawn out moans nearly sent me into overdrive, and before Makoto Jr. begged for an encore, I slipped out and laid next to Hagakure.

"We totally...missed that meeting...this morning...", I said in-between gasps.

Luckily, the both of us didn't care.

Chapter Text

After napping with Yasuhiro post-romp clean up, I woke up with the morning already gone.

"Woah...think anybody got concerned about us?", I asked, sitting up on the mattress.

Unfortunately for me, Yasuhiro was still fast asleep.

I don't blame him. I might've gone a little harder than I needed to.

Kissing him on his forehead, I arose from the bed and proceeded to rummage through his drawer to obtain his token, and was relieved to see that Yasuhiro had just enough pairs of his signature black-and-blue briefs to not notice one was missing, and if by some sort of weird twist of fate he did, I'd explain it to him.

Once my hands had grasped the undergarments, I put my clothes back on, shoved the briefs into my jacket pocket, and exited Yasuhiro's room. Luckily for me no one was in the hall at the time, so I was able to scurry down to the dining hall where literally everyone was getting lunch.

"Makoto! Oh my gosh, we thought you'd gotten hurt or died!", Sayaka cried out, before rushing me for a hug.

I held my arms out, but I nearly fell over from the force. 

"No...I'm fine...", I responded, hoping Yasuhiro's underwear wouldn't fall onto the floor and expose me.

"Great! Now that we know you're okay, why weren't you at this morning's meeting?! Or Hagakure, for that matter?!", I heard Kiyotaka holler as he approached me. 

"Well...I don't know why Yasuhiro wasn't at the meeting..", I blatantly lied, hoping that'd be enough to satisfy the loudmouthed Kiyotaka.

It absolutely was not.

"I'll have to get on to him later! I will ask you one more time, Makoto: why weren't you at our morning meeting? Given the circumstances, you know that any one could die at any time, and if Hagakure does not emerge in the next hour, I'm almost positive you'll be accused of murder!"

During his rant, he had gotten progressively louder and closer to me, so much that Sayaka backed away from me and everyone else fell silent. 

Now Kiyotaka's eyes were drilling into my soul.

I proceeded to do the only thing I could to distract me; have incredibly inappropriately lewd thoughts.

I can hear everyone else now...

"Makoto, you're such a hoe. You've done Yasuhiro Hagakure, and now you're already shopping around for the next boy. Shame on you and your nasty dick."
 
I can't help myself! He was standing so close that I could smell him. And he smelt like heaven- like fresh laundry and that nice soap you get out of Bath and Body Works...

I wanted my face pressed flush to the very source of that scent. 

"Sit on me."

Oh shoot. I said that out loud.

Kiyotaka cocked his head to the side, his stern expression softening into one of puppy-like confusion.

"What did you say, Makoto?"

Thinking I could immediately fix things, I responded "I said 'I'm sorry'...".

Everyone looked back and forth amongst each other and shrugged, except for Celeste, Aoi, and Leon, who all agreed that I let something sexual slip and that I was far too pitiful to pick on at the moment.

After a moment, the compass gave a smile, chuckled heartly, and threw his hands into the air. 

"I'll forgive you this time, Makoto! After all, that's what friends are for! Though please, try to attend tomorrow morning's meeting!".

I nodded a yes, and soon, everyone was back to chatting and eating.

Except Celeste, Aoi, and Leon.

The trio immediately rushed over to me and began a series of hushed whispers I couldn't understand.

"Wait! One at a time..!", I requested.

Celeste wove her metal-clad finger in the air to silence the other two.

"It has recently come to our attention that you find Kiyotaka Ishimaru, of all people, to be sexually attractive.", she whispered with a teasing hum, before chuckling with her hand over her mouth.

"N..no...! What made you think that...?"

Aoi's face flushed a deep pink before whisper-shouting, "You  clearly said you wanted him to sit on you! That's sexual!".

"It isn't", I proclaimed, before adding, "and even if I did say it, it wouldn't be to him! He's probably pretty against stuff like that anyway!"

"Au contrairé!",  Celeste proclaimed at normal volume, before allowing Leon to speak.

"Me and the girls have got a little bet going on. Celestia thinks that Taka's a kinky switch-"

"Specifically with a fetish for bondage and naughty language, but has never acted on his desires in bed. Hence the boots.", the gambler specified.

"Aoi says that he's a non-horny virgin-"

"He totally is though!", Aoi quickly interrupted.

"-and I think someone's given him the 'd' to get out of 'etention'.".

I looked back and forth from each of their gazes.

"Why does this concern me?"

"Don't you see? You're the one who thinks he's worth landing in bed. You can find out for us.", Celeste specified, after the fact mentioning that the bet had thirty thousand yen riding on it.

I noticed Leon casually looking in Kiyotaka's direction as the hall monitor bent over to pick up a fallen napkin.

"Why doesn't Leon do it?", I questioned.

At the mention of his name, the redhead snapped back to the conversation at hand.

"Duh- I'm not gay.", he replied, with Aoi stifling a snicker immediately afterwards.

"Yeah...and I'm not a lesbian!", Aoi remarked, before bursting into laughter.

The pale-skinned gambler nudged my elbow. "If you'd like, we can put an extra ten thousand yen on whether or not Leon is homosexual."

Before I could reply, the drivel of Monokuma's fever-pitched voice rang over the P.A. system.

"~Ding Dong, Bing Boooong! All students, please report to the gymnasium immediately! I repeat, all students, report to the gymnasium immediately!~"

With a resounding sigh, everyone in the hall trudged to the gym. To my surprise, Yasuhiro made his way there, a limp in his walk, but otherwise completely normal. When we made eye contact, he gave me a sly wink...no, more of a wonk.

 
I just may go back for seconds.

Once everyone was situated in the gym, Monokuma popped up from the ground, taking his seat on the podium before him.

"Hello, my dear students~. How've you all been? Anyone feeling an itch for muuuuurdeeeeer?", he asked, squishing his adorable bear cheeks.

When he recived no obvious response, he took it upon himself to resume.

"I thought so. That's why I gathered you all here today! You see, it's been getting a little dull around these parts..."

Oh no.

Did I do something wrong? Monokuma promised he wouldn't release a motive if I did Yasuhiro in time.

I guess that's what I get for trusting a stuffed bear.

"...sooooo, I decided that, in order to spice things up, I would give you all a little incentive..."

I shut my eyes tightly.

Here it was...motive number one...

"Everyone, follow my lead!", the monochrome teddy commanded, springing off of the podium and walking through the crowd of students. Although everyone else seemed confused, I knew what was coming for us.

Marching merrily out of the gym and down the corridors, Monokuma suddenly paused at a flight of stairs.

"C'moooooon! Hurry your asses up! I'm a stuffed teddy bear, and even I made it over here before all of you!", he teased.

"P..please calm down, Monokuma...", Touko anxiously requested, pressing the tips of her fingers together.

"Fiiiine, but only once for you!"

In a minute, the group was gathered at the bottom step.

"What possibly would you want with this staircase? ", Kyoko inquired, tapping her chin.

"You see...I originally planned to give out a motive to kill! It was gonna be real gruesome, too! Footage of your loved ones doctored to look like they got all sliced up while wishing you good luck at school! Upupupupu!"

I could feel everyone's eyebrow raise just slightly.

"...if you were to distribute this motive, shouldn't you have taken us to the audio/visual room?", Sakura questioned, saying aloud what everyone was thinking.

Monokuma blushed sheepishly after, covering his face with his paws.

"About that...you see...I just couldn't be bothered to rig everything up and go through the hassle of making sure everyone saw the right viiiideooo...then there'd be the whole murder thing and a triiiiaaal...and given the brain capacity shared by all of you, the game would end pretty quickly!"

Laughing as manically as he could, the bear then brandished a silver key.

"Usually I'd do this after an execution, but I'm feeling nice, so you ungrateful bastards better thank me for the gift!"

He had then danced up the stairs on his toes (or whatever his toes were meant to be) and unlocked the gate that separated the current one from the next flight up.

"Let me get this straight...", Byakuya began, "...you assembled all of us at this staircase just to unlock that gate? You couldn't possibly have done it, then announced the information over the intercom?"

Monokuma did his best to flip Byakuya off.

"One day, someone's gonna teach you a lesson about that attitude of yours~!", he claimed, sneaking a glance at me.

Believe me, I was ready.

Professor Naegi's Behavioral Correction 101. First lesson- begging.

It keeps you humble.

After a haughty scoff from Togami, Monokuma dismissed the congregation from the stairwell in order to explore the new portion of the school.

Knowing what awaited me in my dorm, however, I decided to return quickly before seeing what exsisted in the new area of the building. 

When I opened the door to my dorm, the first thing that caught my eye was the shiny orange wrapping paper on the next gift package. After making sure I wasn't followed, and my door was locked, I went to open the bundle.

The contents this time included the usual pair of condoms, the travel-sized lubricant, and the golden envelope of destiny, along with another hand or paw-written letter and an ample amount of red ropes, and not of the licorice variety.

"My very dear Makoto Naegi,

I'm very suprised at what you managed to do, and in less than a full day! Don't you feel satisfaction, exploring that side of yourself that you never really knew existed? I know I had fun watching~ How unfortunate that Hagakure's so vanilla, though. Really, it could have been much more interesting than it was, but that's okay- you've got dirtier boys than him!

I do admit that, after watching your rendevous, I realized the gift I gave you was completely counter-intuitive! So from now on, you're getting items you can most definitely use when getting your freak on! And if you don't, it'll be in violation of your brand new rule! (See your e-handbook for more information)

Given how quickly you were able to snag Yasuhiro, I've decided to lower your time limit on your next target! That's right- instead of a week, you have three days! Surely that wouldn't be difficult for you, riiiight?

I'm excited to see what you two will do with those ropes..! I'm practically shaking with antici.................

.......pation! And remember Makoto, if you breach the time limit, I'll release a motive for real! And it'll be alllll your fault!

Sincerely, Your Loving Mastermind~

P.S. If you have no knowledge on how bondage works, which, you probably don't, please refer to the pamphlet I downloaded into your E-Handbook."

Curious, I wanted to see who I'd have to fornicate with this time, so I took hold of the golden envelope and looked inside.

"Leon Kuwata"

At the exact time I finished looking at the name in the envelope, someone knocked on my dorm room door. Hurriedly, I shoved my mess aside and sprung up to see who was on the other side.

"Hmhm...I owe Leon a thousand yen when we get out...", Celeste murmured, before smiling at me.

"Greetings Makoto. Aoi, Leon, and I just had a little bet to see if you had gone to the bathroom, the dining hall, or your dorm. "

I chuckled uneasily, before remembering the bet Celeste offered me earlier.

"Remember when you said we could put another ten thousand yen on if Leon was gay or not?"

With a wicked look, she nodded in my direction.

"Go ahead and add it."

Chapter Text

Without questioning my motive or reasoning, Celestia agreed to raise the bet an extra ten thousand for the sake of Leon's sexuality. 

"I shall draw your ticket, Makoto. Meet Aoi, Leon, and I in the dining hall an hour before nighttime in order to recieve it.".

Before I could reply, she spun about on her heels and sauntered down the hallways. If I wanted, I would have gone after her on a quest for more information. Knowing we'd meet again later, I decided to seclude myself in my dormitory again, my experimental nature feeling the need to mess around with the ropes I've been gifted.

I took my E-Handbook and looked through the admittedly nifty bondage guide the Mastermind downloaded. In one of the sections, entitled "Self Bondage", there was a guide on how to make a rope dress, or a Hishi Karada, technically speaking, I myself could wear under my clothes.

Might as well give it a shot.

I unpackaged one of the rope bundles and laid it before me, looking back and forth from the instructions to the rope.

First mistake- I forgot to take off my clothes.

Second mistake - I can't tie a damn knot apparently.

Despite misguided ties, getting stuck about halfway through, and having to restart a total of five times, I was finally tied up in my very own rope dress. The braids held a soft pressure against my skin that made me blush, especially when I started to put my clothes back on. For some reason, I decided to put an extra "fun" knot right for my spherical twins -

-remind me to never say that again-

-and with every other move, the knot rubbed the area something sexually fierce, and now I had to figure out how to interact with my classmates without getting an erection for the second time.

Smoothing out my jackets and jeans, I exited the dorm room to check out the new floor area, as it was still pretty early in the day, and I felt too antisocial.

As casually as I possibly could, I made my way up the stairwell and entered the second floor. The first thing I noticed was the smell of chlorine infiltrating my nostrils- meaning their was either a pool on this floor, or someone had spilled a ton of bleach.

Following my nose, my suspicions were confirmed- there was an entire pool area fit with changing rooms. As I entered the area, I heard the telltale giggle of Aoi, which shocked me none. Seconds later, she jumped out of the changing room in a black one-piece swimsuit most likely found in the storage room. 

Too occupied with the fun she was having, she hadn't noticed me standing a few feet away, and instead turned to face another changing room.

"Come on, Sakura! I'm so ready to race you!", she exclaimed, the much buffer of the two emerging in a grey two-piece, the top looking more like a sports bra than a bikini, and the bottom a cute swimskirt.

"Remember- before we do anything physically strenuous, we must do the proper stretches. I wouldn't want you, or myself, getting an injury from failing to warm up our muscles."

Nodding spryly, Aoi immediately sat on the ground, reaching forward to grab her toes. Almost instinctively, Sakura pressed lightly on her back, allowing the swimmer to touch the very tips of her toes. When she looked back up, we made eye contact.

"Hey Makoto! I thought you were gonna keep to yourself all day! Did you come to race with us?"

At about this time, Sayaka emerged from a third changing room, wearing a frilly pink two-piece that showed off just the right amount of cleavage: enough to tease, but to be modest as well.

Aoi's vision shifted to around the area I looked at as well, briefly distracting her from both me and her stretches.

"Oh, hi! I didn't even hear you come in!", the peppy Aoi claimed, her eyes still glued on Sayaka's breasts.

The idol chuckled, before saying, "I think you may have been too ecstatic about the existence of a pool in order to notice."

Sakura nonchalantly pushed Aoi's head forward, effectively refocusing her onto me.

"Right- how about it, Makoto? There are good swimsuits in the storage room, and we'll even go easy on you!"

Sakura, smirking and preparing to do her own stretches, added, "We will even help you practice, if you so choose."

"Well, I-"

"And if you don't want to race them, you can just swim around with me!", Sayaka claimed.

As much as I wanted to get to know my female classmates as friends, the ropes wrapped around my frame would be exposed, as well as the dirty deeds I did dirt cheap. With an awkward scratch of my ahoge, I declined their offer.

"Thanks guys, but I'd really like to look around a little more. Maybe later, though?", I suggested.

"Ah! I didn't realize there would be anyone in here...", exclaimed a shy voice.

The four of us turned around to look at Chihiro, who had recently entered, and at the moment was extremely flustered. 

"Chihiro! Come swim with us! Makoto's about to leave, so it'll just be us girls!", Sayaka said with an encouraging tone.

Looking back and forth from the idol, to the wrestler, to the swimmer, to me, and back again, Chihiro's blush slowly deepened.

"I...I can't do that..."

"Can you not swim? We would be happy to educate you.", Sakura had told the programmer calmly.

Chihiro nodded her head, before going wide-eyed  and shaking her head rapidly.

"No, I can swim...it's just...you three look so good in swimsuits..."

After her confession, Chihiro began to bunch her skirt up in her hands, focusing her stare on the ground.

Just how many people here are gay?

"S...sorry...".

Feeling sorry for the slim, flat-chested lady, the other three began to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Chihiro...I didn't realize we'd make you so uncomfortable...", Sakura apologized, stretching her arm across her chest.

"If you want, it can just be one-on-one?", Aoi encouraged.

Upon further looking at her skirt, I happened to notice something poking interestingly at the fabric.

...

Nah, it couldn't be.

...

Yeah...

...

"Thanks guys...but I gotta go..."

In a scurry, the anxious girl left from the pool, leaving the girls sympathetic and I, confused.

"I think it's about time I left too...but I'll swim with you later!"

Waving, I turned and left, making it roughly eight steps before another location on the floor erupted with two distinctively male voices. Knowing myself, I decided to see what was going on. 

In an ironic twist of events, the loud arguing was taking place in the one place it shouldn't-

The library.

Inside, Mukuro, Junko and Hifumi were spectating the verbal exchange between Mondo and Byakuya. As I entered, Junko dragged me next to her.

"Uh-"

"Shh! You're witnessing pure, unbridled testosterone at work, Makoto! The bad boy biker versus the beautiful bankin' boy! A battle for the ages!", the model whispered excitedly, in a commentator-style voice.

I don't know where she had gotten the glasses and clipboard from.

"Oh. Well...what's it about..?", I inquired.

"I was here when it first happened! Whilst I was scanning the library for tasteful mangas, I happened to see Mondo wander in, trying to look for something. About two minutes ago, Byakuya popped up and told him that he didn't have the mental capacity to understand the books he was looking at! His intelligence insulted, Mondo initiated a fight! It's just like in the anime!", Hifumi squealed, afterward being shushed by the twins.

"So this just happened?", I asked, Mukuro replying, "Pretty much. I originally wanted to find a book about military strategy-"

"I was just tagging along with my dear sister!", Junko interrupted.

"- but before I could look, these two were in the heat of the argument. They have not gone to blows, however.", Mukuro concluded.

Having now understood the situation, I decided to listen in on what was being said.

"I'm tiring of this petty argument. Just admit I'm right and you can go back to loitering."

"Like hell I would! Ya think you're such hot stuff 'cause ya got money on ya...just cause I'm a biker doesn't mean I don't know shit!"

"Oh, please. I'm sure most of what you know how to read consists of road signs and billboards, if you could even decipher those."

"Ya know, you're really pissin' me off right now. I'm tryin' ta get used to bein' stuck in this little piece of Hell, then you come in and act worse than that bear!"

"Save it for someone who really cares. Now go, before I say something that'll hurt your feelings."

"Like what?", Mondo growled, preparing a fist.

Smugly, Byakuya stared the gangster dead in his eyes.

"I bet I could orchestrate your murder right here and now, and you wouldn't even know what hit you."

Holding his fist, Mondo went from rage to laughter.

"Confident bastard. Ya talk big, but ya ain't as smart as you think. Kill me now, and you'll have witnesses ta get your ass executed."

"What are you...", Byakuya started, before turning to face the crowd of four eavesdroppers.

In an uncharacteristic shock, Byakuya leapt back, losing composition.

"How long were all of you here...?", he asked, his voice in between embarrassment and anger.

"Long enough to know you're apparently deaf!", Junko cackled.

"Now who's the smart one?", Mondo added, smirking with a winning air about him

"Still me. Tell him, Naegi."

Something tells me that's going to be a catchphrase.

"Why me?"

"Just do it. I'll pay you."

Oh yes, you would. Soon I'd tame that brat.

Very soon...

"Don't fall for that bullshit, Makoto! Someone's gotta keep him in check, and it might as well be us!", Mondo encouraged me.

You'll get your turn soon...

Between the two warheads, I decided to do the only thing that made sense to me.

"Well, you're both attractive at least."

Then proceeded to leave, everyone too focused on my comment to argue any more.

I had to make my way back downstairs anyway- it was nearing the time for me to meet with the betting crew.

Once downstairs, I went into the dining hall, where none other than Yasuhiro Hagakure was eating a burger like a worm eats dirt.

"Naegi-chi! Sit down next to me! I have something to tell you!"

Now, how could I resist that voice?

Ensuring my comfort, I sat next to my first fling, soon asking about what he had to tell me.

"I had been thinking about you all day! So much that I got this vision- it was you and Leon. Pretty hot stuff! I mean, it wasn't anything I'd be willing to do but you two looked like you were having fun!", he whispered, a obligatory wonk following after.

As if fate stepped in, Leon entered the dining hall post wonk, followed by Aoi, whose hair was still wet.

"Hey again, Makoto! Celeste says she'll be around in a moment! We're gonna sit in the corner table if you want to join us!", Aoi informed me.

"Sure thing! You don't mind, do you?", I asked Yasuhiro.

"Not at all, Naegi-chi! Just don't forget about me, okay?", he asked, whispering the last part in my ear before leaving the dining hall.

Here it comes.

I can feel it now.

Disregarding the stirring in my pants, I made my way over to the duo and hoped that their perceptive skills were low.

"I can't believe you had an extra ten thousand added 'cause you think I'm gay.", Leon complained before I could even sit down.

"Look at it this way- if you aren't, then you won't have to worry about paying everyone an extra ten!", Aoi encouraged with a snicker hidden behind it.

Leon mockingly returned the snicker as I sat at the opposite side of the table. 

"Wait, are you though?", I asked. If he was, my job would be a whole lot easier.

In order to drive the message home, I looked over at him with the most innocent look I could possibly conjure, one that said the opposite of "I have a raging erection right at this moment". 

As I semi-expected, he avoided my gaze and stared at his shoes, a move befitting of a punk bitch.

Not that I would know what a punk bitch does.

Uh.

Before my inner monologue could stray further, Celestia entered the dining hall and laid before us a thin stack of betting tickets, handwritten and polished in a professional manner.

"It took me the time I could have spent convincing some poor scrub to serve me, but there you go. Once you take them, put it somewhere safe. I wouldn't want you to lose your little piece of our deal...and if you do, I'm adding a lost ticket fee.", she announced quietly, peering over her shoulders ever so carefully before allowing us to take our respective tickets.

Once my hands touched the paper, I carefully folded it and stuck said "it" in my pocket. I had looked over to see Aoi stuff hers in her bra and Leon shove his in those tight skinny jeans. 

I could have sworn I saw Kiyotaka walk past the dining hall on patrol, though he never saw our transaction.

Celeste, having caught on to the presence of the monitor, leant onto the table's surface and whispered, "You all scatter, and if Kiyotaka says anything, lie. Keep those tickets hidden. I want my money!"

Okay, that last sentence wasn't a whisper...she even slammed the table...

You get the point.

After calming down, she smoothed out her dress and gave us one of those signature fake smiles, before heading back out. Aoi was the next of us to leave, running up the stairs and presumably back to the pool. I had arisen from the table to go back to my dorm and get a normal night of rest, when Leon called out my name.

"Hey, Makoto. Wanna hang out for an hour?"

At this moment, I knew my chance was presented to me.

"Oh, sure...just two guys hanging out..."

Maybe even more...

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I almost didn't believe that Leon wanted to hang out with me until nighttime. We didn't know each other that well, I figured, and I had spent the majority of the time with him either calling him gay or checking out just how fine his ass really was.

Spoiler alert; it was incredibly fine.

I could possibly let him know about our certain situation at hand, but the drawback of me being wrapped nice and tight in my ropes and my now very existent erection helped me absolutely none. Why couldn't I control myself just enough to get the words out...

After agreeing to hang out with the baseball all-star, he hadn't said much else, other than whatever came out of his mouth as I continued my inner monologue. I felt crappy about not focusing my attention on him, but my anxiety had taken me from "Oh, Leon wants to hang out with you!" to "Oh, why does my pubescent body love to expose me so?"

That lead to another question...what would happen exactly if everyone else found out I was on this wild, Pokemon-style  (Gotta fuck em all!) sex quest? The girls would most likely brand me as the school pervert, which I guess was typical of a scenario such as this and also not incorrect. The guys, though...

Even after only interacting with them once, I could tell Hifumi was straight as an arrow, and Byakuya was on the verge of ace. There was no doubt in my mind that those two were going to be the most difficult guys to persuade, alongside Mondo and Kiyotaka. 

Like a video game, the boys would get more difficult as I progressed. 

My fears were briefly silenced as Leon made a sharp turn into the AV Room, the place where our first motive was supposed to be released. 

"Hey, what are we doing-", I begun ask, before being interrupted by the slam of the AV Room door.

I turned my head around to see Leon, his back pressed onto the door and his hand on the knob. He had this certain scowl on his face, and his eyebrows were furrowed so hard he could have very well been Kiyotaka Ishimaru in disguise.

Looks like I'm going to be stuck here for a little bit.

"Have a seat, Makoto.", he ordered, glaring me down all the while.

Silently, I rolled a chair out from one of the tables and took a seat, pressing my knees tightly together. 
"...yes..?"

Standing his ground, the ball player began to explain what the hell it was that he was doing.

"Earlier today, Yasuhiro pulled me aside with his crystal ball. He told me that he had a vision of you and me together tonight...like actually having sex. I thought he was spouting a lot of bullshit, but then he told me about what you and him did this morning. Is that true?"

Oh no.

Note to self- let Yasuhiro know that he can't go around telling every guy he sees about our sexual exploits.

I fidgeted about in my seat for a moment, before opening my mouth to answer.

"Well, uh...see...the mastermind gave me a task...they told me to um...you know...with all the...you get the point...and it may or may not be your turn...?"

Very smooth.

As smooth as crunchy peanut butter.

I found that during my explanation, my eyes drifted elsewhere, so when I refocused them on Leon, I was almost shocked to see his wide-eyed expression.

"Really? You're not screwing with me on that?"

I shook my head as a response.

"Well, that makes this a lot easier."

By instinct, I squeezed my eyes shut, fearful for what he had planned.

Those same eyes quickly reopened when I felt his hand on my crotch.

It rested there, almost ready to grab and tease my concealed manhood, before sneaking up to pull down my zipper. 

"I was actually going to ask if you wanted a quick blowjob or something, 'cause that was starting to look uncomfortable."

Now it was my turn to get wide-eyed.

"Wait- how long did you notice that?", I nearly exclaimed as I watched Leon get all comfortable between my legs.

"Dude, I saw it when you walked over to our table after talking to Hiro. Hina probably ignored it, but you're not fooling anyone.", Leon replied, a hint of mischievous intent in his voice.

Leon's dull nails dug into the skin of my hips as he worked my pants down to around my ankles, and when he moved them back up my legs to pull down my boxers, I could hear the interest pique in his tone.

"Hold up...Makoto....?", he inquired curiously, before grabbing at the edge of my shirt and yanking it upward to reveal the carefully done ropework around my torso.

"No fucking way! I wouldn't think you're into bondage shit by just looking at you. I'm surprised I didn't notice them sooner..."

I laid back in the chair as the punk ran his weirdly soft hands all over my tightly tied ropes, his face turning a light shade of pink whenever he pressed and tugged on the material. The impromptu massage was almost relaxing, and the combination of the dull nails scraping gently at my skin and the pressure from his hands could have brought me to a climax if my skin were any more sensitive.

I focused my attention to Leon's head, right around the time his tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked sensually along where the bondage had marked my skin a pinkish red, then blowing a cool bit of air from his mouth while the area was still glisteningly wet. His hands were now pressing into my sides, now unnecessary as his warm, wet mouth traced at the rope dress like a pencil on paper.

Although his head hadn't gone any higher than my abdomen, I could tell there was a little extra pressure provided by the piercing in his tongue, something I yearned to feel when Leon would finally shift his attention down to my greedy member. In order to redirect him there, I placed one of my hands in his wild hair and gently tugged downward. He seemed to get the message.

"You're one of those impatient guys, aren't you?", he hummed, biting at the rim of my underwear before I could respond. He stayed like that for a moment, licking across the fabric of the band, before shoving his tongue inside and using that mouth of his to pull my boxers down and expose my cock right there in the middle of the room.

Anyone could walk in and see us, though in the moment, that mattered none to me.

Removing his mouth from my underwear, Leon took a moment to observe the six-inch part before him, the sparkle in his light blue eyes complimenting the deepening pink of his face.

"Hey, Makoto?"

I moved my hand out of the way to properly view the all-star below me. 

"Yeah..?"

His response was a chuckle, before smirking and rolling his tongue out his mouth. Our eyes met in that moment, causing both our bodies to increase in heat and want. Keeping hold of our gaze, Leon descended onto me, taking the head of my member into his mouth and running his tongue over the slit almost hungrily. 

The vibrations that ran through my body hit me like a tidal wave, and I had to bite my lip in order to keep quiet. That hadn't prevented the moans from jumping out, in small bursts, with long and deep breaths in between each.

The motions of his tongue ranged from a swirl to a simple lap across, but each was quick and...dare I say, almost unexperienced. Now that I thought about it, this was probably Leon's first time even giving head. 

I was soon reminded that I was the one he was servicing, as his head popped off of my body and immediately returned with a vengeance, attempting to shove more of me into the moist space of his jaws. He had gone about halfway down before I felt his gag reflex trying to reject me, and I let him know not to over-exert himself with a pat of my hand.

He remained as far as he went, and switched from licking to sucking, having hollowed out his cheeks to squeeze my cock even closer to climax. His nails dug slightly into my sides as he repeated the process, working me with the little experience he had and doing his best to give me even more. At this point, it was difficult keep my mouth shut, but to avoid getting caught, I dug my teeth into the skin and hoped it wouldn't break and bleed.

 With every bob of his head, I shook, my toes curled, and I'd get closer and closer to coming in his mouth. Wait...did we even use a condom?

Oh shoot- that was a risk.

A risk that I was far too worked up to care about.

As if fate was hearing my inner monologue, I came into Leon's mouth without having time to warn him. Acting quickly, he managed to stomach some of it, with a drop of the rest dripping out of his mouth.

"Ugh- they make it look better in the pornos...", he murmured, before coughing into his hand.

"Sorry...! But..uh, you weren't too bad...then again, I don't have too many references...", I said, reaching to pull up my underwear.

"If you think that's good, wait until you get me in bed."

I almost laughed aloud. "Really? Can that be now?", I inquired excitedly.

Leon looked over at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Seriously? I thought you'd need a break after that.", he responded, over-confident.

I scratched the back of my head nervously before  responding, "Actually...I uh...really don't."

We stared at each other for a moment, letting what I had said sink in.

"So, right now?"

"Yeah."

Scrambling to get the rest of my clothes back on, Leon and I simultaneously planned on how to casually sneak across the halls and into my dorm room, without getting caught.
Essentially, Leon would stroll out, look both ways, then cock his head as a signal to me. From there, we were home free.

Once we confirmed we were ready, Leon did his stroll out into the hallway. I watched as he looked about, then emerged from the AV Room as soon as he gave the signal. Thankfully, no one was there, and the move from location to location was swift.

As soon as we made it into my dorm, I turned to close the door, only to be met with Leon stripping his clothes onto my floor. Not thinking, I slammed the door, too eager to watch the show. 

His form was svelte and toned, as expected of an athlete. The shape of his arms, his abs...I was eager to touch every inch of that body. 

Once he was only in his boxers, I approached him, attaching myself to his mouth and holding him around his waist. He responded by dancing his tongue around my mouth, allowing me to experience first-hand the silver piercing that was pleasing me only mere moments before. 

During a quick moment to catch our breaths, I took the time to remove my clothes, including my boxers. As soon as they hit the floor, I felt Leon's gaze on me again....well, not exactly me...moreso, the ropes.

I ran my hand over the bondage with a small chuckle. 

"Hey, so....what if I tied you up...?"

Add that to 'Sentences I Never Thought I'd Ever Say'.

Leon sat on the mattress of the bed and scratched at his beard, before holding his wrists out.

"Kinda like this...?"

I reply with a , "Yeah, kinda like that, except around your ankles and knees, too. "

The all-star's face flustered as he moved his arms down, and when I moved my eyes to the front of his boxers, I knew right then that this was most likely satisfying at least one of his sexual fantasies. 

Knowing that we were on the same train of thought, I retrieved some of the rope from the box, along with the condoms (which I should have had on hand for the event in the AV room) and lubricant. Scattering the other items on the bed, I made a quick show out of unwrapping the small bundles of rope. The ginger's eyes hyper focused on each one, his tongue briefly sticking out in order to lick those soft lips.

"Could you do me a favor and hold your arms back out?", I asked softly, feeling blood rush back to my member as Leon eagerly followed my command. As a reward, I wrapped some rope nice and tight around his wrists, occasionally tugging to make sure they wouldn't pull apart. I then moved down to his legs, making sure to bind his knees and ankles just as tightly.

"That comfortable?", I asked, just in case.

Leon replied with a nod followed by a "Hell yeah." 

With that bit of confirmation, I pushed Leon onto the mattress with a good amount of force. The ginger made a grunt of disagreement, but otherwise allowed me to continue on. 

My left hand then met his waist, grasping tightly onto the flesh as I pulled Leon's boxers down to his knees. I took a moment to admire the flushed pink of his ass, the pucker of his waiting hole...

"You gonna sit and stare the whole time or what?", Leon inquired teasingly, before play struggling against the rope.

"I could if I wanted..."

Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, my body had other plans for tonight. After opening a condom and placing it over my throbbing member, I grasped the lubricant and squirted some onto my fingers, which were then gently pressed into Leon's tight, warm body. I started him off with two fingers due to my impatience, but at least had the decency to go slow.

As I expected, there was a hiss from the other male, followed by a few stray swears. 

"Sorry..."

Attempting to remedy the situation, I settled on using the two fingers to fuck and scissor the entrance, waiting for his say to go any further.

"......"

"What was that, Leon?"

"......more..."

"I can't hear you-"

"MORE, DAMN IT!"

Feisty, ain't he?

"Okay, okay...!"

I then removed my fingers and set him so that his rear stuck up in the air.

"Really, man? That's embarrassing..!", he complained, right as I pressed my tip inside.

"Says the guy tied up under me.", I shot back. "Besides, this way is more comfortable."

All Leon replied with was a small huff.

"Can I go on?"

There was a beat, a few pauses, before the other gave a halfhearted "...yeah, whatever."

The rest of my member entered Leon's body, guided by my hands on his hips. After I got a feel for his insides, I began slowly thrusting, working my way in and out.

As I did so, Leon began musing underneath me.

" Fuck, man...this was not how I pictured my first time. I thought I'd be pegging some hot chick with big tits in the back of my car while My Chemical Romance blared in the background..."

Just for that, I sped up, causing him to stutter with his speech.

"H-hey! Not that this is bad or anything- just unexpected..! What, was I supposed to expect free dick from winding up in a game where we're somehow expected to kill each other?", he questioned...and he did make a pretty good point.

I picked up my pace even more, and through pants and moans, he continued.

"Damn it...Hagakure was right....this does feel kinda nice after a while..."

He then quickly turned his head to face me.

"Don't go telling him I said that..! He'll rub it in my face or some shi...aaah...fuck..."

I chuckled at that, rubbing his hip as I sped up just a bit more, the heat in my body reaching a fever pitch.

"Don't be afraid to make noises...", I say with an...admittedly pitiful excuse for a growl.

What were you expecting? I'm not a sex machine.

Still, it managed to do something, as Leon relaxed enough to let little whimpers slip through his lips, encouraging me to continue without having to feel bad about being preoccupied with his ass and not with what he was saying. 

The rest of the night's session was filled with sensual moans and sighs as our bodies rocked against one another, threatening to undo the knots I worked so hard to do.

"Makoto...! I- I'm gonna...!"

He couldn't get the words out fully before cumming onto the bedsheets. The tightness from his body afterward caused me to cum deep inside Leon...inside the condom.

Once we finished, I pulled out, cleaned us up, and untied our ropes, which had left deep marks in our skin. 

That would be fun to cover up.

Now exhausted, I crashed next to Leon, who let out a startling revelation.

"Dude...I think I'm gay...."

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That night, I dreamed of a few interesting things...

Leon's body writhing underneath me...
A way to hide these sexy rope burns...
That sweet, sweet ten thousand yen that Aoi, Celeste, and I were gonna get once we made it outta here….

More visions of Leon underneath me…

That took up a good amount of my dreams for the night, actually.

When I woke up the next morning, I realized I was spooning Leon like we were a married couple. I had nothing against it, but maybe the ginger wouldn't see it the same way...of course, he seemed pretty into the…everything of last night, but it was still pretty obvious that Leon wasn’t entirely aware of his gay revelation and might not be until later in the day. Besides, this would be the second morning in a row that I’d miss the breakfast assembly if I didn’t get a move on, and the last thing I needed were people getting curious about how I seemed to be missing with a different guy each morning.

Out of concern for my personal well being, I decided to move off of Leon and start my day by taking a shower, getting dressed, sneaking a pair of Leon’s athletic boxers, and pecking the all-star on the cheek before heading out into the hall. Apparently, I awoke earlier than I thought, as the only other person in the dining area at the time was Kiyotaka. 

Just my luck…

I was going to do a quick pivot and scurry out, but those fiery, sensual red eyes caught me before I could make my escape.

"Makoto! I see you've decided to wake up early today!", he called out, hurrying towards me. “Good for you! I knew you were more attuned to the rules than you seemed!”

Frozen in place, all I could do was awkwardly smile and nod for a response. Taking this as a prompt to keep going, Kiyotaka made a gesture over to a nearby table.

“Since we’re the only ones here at the moment, I hope you wouldn’t mind having a conversation- not about your conduct or the game, but about…well, you.”, he said, taking my place as the awkward one in this encounter. “Only if you don’t mind, that is! I realize that in the situation we’re all in, you may feel uncomfortable being in a place alone with me.”

Of course, I wasn’t going to leave Kiyotaka alone like that- both for his safety and for my interest in his questions. With the exception of the betting ring I suddenly found myself in, I hadn’t exactly found the time to get to know anyone as a friend. 

“Sure- I don’t mind, really.”, I replied, taking a seat at the same time the hall monitor did. For a brief moment, I was distracted by his thighs again, but the sheer amount of work Leon and I did the night before took my mind off them…

…is what I would think if I wasn’t an absolute sex maniac.

At least this time around, I was able to listen to what he was saying. 

“This is…entirely new to me, Makoto! You might have noticed, but I am not exactly the ‘laid-back’ or ’chill’ type…and as a result, I’ve found it a bit difficult to make friends here.”, Kiyotaka admitted, his eyes wandering around the cafeteria. “Most people seem to be comfortable around you- at least, from what I’ve seen so far. Sayaka remembers you from when you were younger, you’re in good standings with Leon, Aoi, and Celestia, of all people…so you must be a friendly person!”

Yep. Friendly. Definitely didn’t think anything that would contradict that a few moments ago.

“As a result, I would also like to get to know you as a friend! If I can achieve a friendship status with you, then perhaps I could be friends with everyone else by association!”

Getting a certain excitement about himself, the moral compass suddenly jumped to his feet, hands lightly slamming onto the table. “I’ve already got a bonding activity in mind! We could do it later today, if you don’t mind!”

I paused for a moment, speechless. He wanted to try bondage…?

“I heard that people get along well when they’re undressed! So…”

My hands clenched into tight fists in an attempt to quell the sudden downward rush of blood and adrenaline in my system. Was he really about to ask for what I thought he was? Maybe asking him to sit on me wasn’t such a big mistake after all-

“So let's take a bath together! There’s a bathhouse and sauna not far from here! I think it would be an excellent way to bond!”

…oh. That kind of bonding. 

I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Did I really forget who I was talking to?! This was Kiyotaka Ishimaru, straight-laced rule abider, and, if Aoi was right, probably didn’t have a sexual bone in his body. 

“Well..?”

Snapping back into the present, I quickly nodded. “Yeah, that- that sounds like fun. What time should we meet up?”, I asked, rubbing my legs together in an attempt to calm down.

“Um! Well! I…wasn’t expecting to make it this far…but! Since you said yes, I think sometime this afternoon will work just fine. Seven, perhaps?”, he inquired back, his eyes filled with a certain wonder that in turn, filled me with guilt. Curse my imagination. 

“Yeah…seven works.”

“Excellent! I’ll see you then!”

As if on cue, the cafeteria began to fill with our other classmates. A select few headed to get their breakfast for the morning, but it looked like most took their seats so they could get the meeting out of the way before they ate. I took note of everyone who entered, nervous about whether or not they’d all make it. It wasn’t like there was any excuse for there to be a murder or anything- as promised, Monokuma hadn’t released a motive, and as far as I knew, most of us were getting along pretty well. 

Kyoko…Sayaka…Byakuya…Touko…

Hifumi…Sakura…Aoi…Chihiro…

Yasuhiro…Mukuro…Junko…Mondo…

Celestia…Kiyotaka was already here…

We all sort of stared at one another for a moment. It seemed we all noticed that a certain brightly-colored individual had yet to show up, for reasons only I knew. There was still five minutes before the meeting was scheduled to begin, so there wasn’t anything for anyone to worry about, but as the seconds ran together, there was a bit of panic. No one said anything, just locked eyes suspiciously…

…well, when Yasuhiro locked eyes with me, it was less suspicion of murder and more suspicion of “little death”. Just so one other person in the room felt comfortable, I smirked in his direction, leading to him covering his mouth and snickering a bit louder than he probably thought he was being. 

Before anyone could comment on the clairvoyant’s inappropriate action, Leon stumbled towards the cafeteria’s entrance with a grunt. He was clearly trying to play himself as cool and collected, but the new gloves he was wearing and the wobble in his knees wasn’t fooling me.

I don’t even know my own strength, huh?

The air of worry and fear in the room was quickly replaced with a cloud of confusion as to why Leon was behaving so strangely, with the exception of Hagakure and I. In response, the ginger scowled and yelled, “What the hell are you lookin’ at? Can’t a guy work out and be sore the next day?”

Sakura raised a brow, then took a few steps forward, carefully observing the baseball player’s frame.  “What kind of workout were you doing? If needed, I can provide the proper post workout regimen to prevent your being so sore afterwards.” , she offered out of concern. 

Leon shot a look at me, then back to Sakura, quickly figuring out a lie for himself. 

“Cardio. A ton of cardio. Gotta stay in top shape even though I can’t play baseball here, right?”

Sayaka began to chime in with a, “But Leon, didn’t you tell me you absolutely HATE playing ba-” before getting cut off with the former reiterating “I gotta stay in SHAPE.”

“I see.” Sakura placed a hand on her chin, nodding slowly at this revelation. “I’ll be able to help with that. In lieu of further postponing the meeting, meet me in the gym once we’re done here.”

Exhaling sharply, Leon shuffled his way to the nearest table, though didn’t exactly sit down, deciding to lean on the side uncomfortably. I picked up on a light chuckle from Celeste in the corner before Kiyotaka officially began the meeting.

“...and that concludes this morning’s meeting! I personally think we’re doing well when it comes to keeping everyone alive and uninjured, and hopefully, things will stay this way until we find a way out of here! Are there any questions?”, the male in white addressed the crowd with an uncharacteristically joyful demeanor about himself. Maybe he really was excited about our meeting later…

“Yeah- are ya done talkin’ our ears off? We ain’t even hadda chance ta eat yet.”, Mondo complained, legs propped up onto the tables and completely invading my personal space. 

That seemed to rattle Kiyotaka’s joy for a brief moment, but he was able to quickly recover it.

“You could afford to be a little more polite with your wording…but yes, I am done. Of course, I just mentioned that, so your comment only prolongs everything. Now if you could get your…shoes…off of the table…”

My eyes drifted over to Mondo for a moment, seeing a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. Chances were, he was either looking for an argument to shake things up or he liked seeing the other male get flustered with frustration…or get flustered in general.

Either way, I was in no position to judge. 

“Oh yeah? N’ what if I don’t, eh? What are ya gonna do about it?”, he inquired, his grin showing that he knew well enough what he was up to. 

Starting to lose composure, Kiyotaka turned back to the crowd. “I apologize for our classmate’s behavior…everyone else is dismissed except  for him.” Everyone just gawked at the two for a moment, but when he started glaring back, mostly everyone decided to go get food or leave the area for the time being. The only ones of us left were myself, Leon, who was lingering because of his current lack of mobility, and the two who were beginning to have some form of altercation.

“Now that we don’t have a crowd, I’ll have you know that as the Ultimate Moral Compass, there’s quite a few things I can do to you. Namely, I can put you into detention, take away certain privileges, instill a curfew-”

“Uh huh, now, tell me what teacher’s gonna enforce that shit-”

“Watch your language, Owada.”, Kiyotaka quickly retorted, leaning on the table Mondo and I shared with an unamused expression. “Despite our lack of teachers, I’m more than capable of enforcing discipline. Of course, I would let you off with a simple warning, but you’re currently testing my patience by being so unruly.”

“Tch, that’s what I don’t like about guys like you. You’re all for talkin’, but takin’ action’s somethin’ else.”. The gangster rose from his spot slowly, first letting his legs down from the tabletop, then matching Kiyotaka’s position. “Ya can’t make me do shit. ”, he continued, his grin sharp and intimidating. 

Feeling the rise in testosterone surrounding me was both extremely terrifying and totally arousing. The fact that I was perfectly eye level to Mondo and Kiyotaka’s waists was no help to that second part…waists…hips…legs… I caught myself leaning around to see what they might’ve had in the back, but stopped as their encounter continued.

“I could, with no problem at that! You haven’t been so combative before, Owada- what’s changed? Or have you been looking for trouble since you’ve been out of your gang for a while?”

“Nah, that ain’t the case. Jus’ call me curious.”

Mondo then leaned forward even more, his hair pressing against Kiyotaka’s forehead.

“Do somethin’. ”

…Okay, I’m sure it wasn’t just me who felt the sexual tension at this point. In order to save face, I slipped out of my seat and helped Leon make his way out of the area. Once we were far enough from the two, Leon said what I was already thinking. 

“That was kinda hot.”

The punk chuckled, turning his head to face me. 

“I might’ve lost that bet about me being gay, but you can’t tell me those two aren’t gonna go at it at some point, eh Makoto?”

Honestly, Leon had a pretty good point. That was tension you could cut with a butter knife.

“Oh yeah. Definitely.”

“Speakin’ of goin’ at it,” he continued, though at hushed whisper, “ you really wore me out last night. I think the last time I felt like this was when I went to training camp.”

With a sneaky smirk, he reached to lift up my shirt, getting a good look at the prominent but fading marks along my torso. I didn’t stop him, mainly because there was no reason to. No shame in this game. 

“Gotta do that again at some point for sure. Maybe invite someone else to join in. Speaking of- do ya know who’s next yet?”, he asked, nudging my side.

“Oh, not ye-”

“Ah, Leon Kuwata…Makoto Naegi. What were the chances of meeting you two here?”, a familiar voice mused. Looking forward, we saw Celeste standing directly in front of us, the mischievous expression on her face telling that she overheard most of our conversation. Rather than let us linger in the halls, she wordlessly directed us to her dorm room, then, with a single point of her finger, commanded us to sit immediately once we were inside. 

“Tsk tsk. Leon, this may have been the easiest ten thousand yen I’ve ever made. I’ll be keeping this on record, I hope you know.”, she began, slowly pacing back and forth in front of us. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me…”

Leon’s cheeks turned pink at the thought of Celestia being privy to what we’ve been up to, though the gambler wouldn’t give him much time to get over his timidness.

“Now, what’s all this about the ‘next one’? Makoto, don’t tell me you’ve decided to make testing the sexuality of our male classmates a sporting matter…though if you have, I may be able to see to a few personal theories.”

She continued pacing in front of us, tapping at her chin curiously. “Like our bet about Kiyotaka. At first, I thought that you’d be able to at least get him to tell you what his preferences were, but now that I know you can get tangible results,” she paused to look down at Leon’s legs, “we could take this bet even further-”

Before she could continue, I held my hand up in protest. “Hey, that’s not what I’m doing at all..! I’m not a deviant or anything…!”

Once again, Celestia directed her gaze to Leon, who, this time, stuck his tongue out and pulled his lower eyelid down in response. Ignoring the rude gesture, she focused back on me. “If not, then just what are you up to?”

And…cue the sudden and awkward explanation of why I had taken a sudden interest in whoring out our male classmates. Throughout the explanation, the pale lady silently nodded, but otherwise not showing much reaction to the bizarre information I just bestowed to her.

“Hm. You mean to tell me that your trysts, your shameless fornicating, is meant to save us?”, she inquired after a moment of processing, to which I casually nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, sounded weird to me too, but no one’s dead yet, so I don’t have any reason not to believe him.”, Leon commented shortly afterward.

After another moment passed, Celestia wandered back to her door, placing her hand on the doorknob but not yet twisting it to let us free. 

“What an odd predicament indeed…but, if the two of you are to be believed…”, she started, allowing her eyes to drift over to mine with an unnerving intensity. 

“..then see to it that we all make it out of here alive. For the sake of my personal entertainment and your complete embarrassment, I’ll keep this information a secret. But, should you fail to get all of us out of here in one piece…hm…”

She didn’t say anything after that…which, frighteningly enough, terrorized me more than a definitive answer. Leon shifting around to get up brought me back to reality for the time being. 

Still occupied with the thoughts put into my head, I silently led myself and Leon out of the dorm room. I swear, I could feel her eyes on us until we reached the end of the hall. 

Once the intimidating weight of Celestia’s gaze eased off of us, I turned to face the male leaning on my side. 

“So uh…Sakura wanted to see you, right?”

As much as I would have enjoyed staying with Leon during his lesson on proper post-workout cooldown procedures, I still had a considerable amount of time to kill before I had to meet Kiyotaka in the bathhouse. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check out the little school shop a couple of steps or so away from the gym. 

The area was fairly cozy compared to the other areas of the school, but still big enough to comfortably fit the four of us that happened to be inside at the time- those of us being Junko, Touko, Byakuya, and myself. I noticed the other three poking around an interesting machine within the shop- like a giant vending machine/slot machine combination that seemed to take a specific kind of currency. 

“Aaawh…and I thought I was gonna be able to do some retail therapy…”, the model whined, looking off to the corner with a desolate gaze. 

“How would you expect to do that when you don’t even possess the right currency?”, Byakuya grumbled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then crossing his arms sharply. “If I can’t pay for one of these cheap, insignificant trinkets, then no one can.”

I was about to muse, but the author chimed in before I could. 

“A…actually…I might know what the…the machine needs…?”

When no one gave approval, nor objection, Touko started to fidget with her clothes. “I was doing a load of laundry…when I noticed a strange sound in the washing machine…after checking around, I found...this…”

After a few more moments of shuffling, Touko took out a shiny coin, which looked to be made of either brass or copper. The front was embossed with the portrait of none other than Monokuma himself, showing this wasn’t some regular, everyday yen. 

“Well? Don’t just stand there, blabbering like an idiot. Put it into the machine.”, Byakuya commanded harshly, only garnering a deep blush from the other. Junko took a few steps back next to me and made a gagging gesture a few seconds later.

As Byakuya commanded, Touko placed the coin into the machine, then pulled the crank on the side. After a moment, an item fell out of the bottom, packaged up in a mystery box. She seemed excited to open it, but that excitement quickly fizzled out when the item was opened. 

“...What the HELL is this?!”, she muttered with a grimace, taking what looked to be some sort of archaic sex toy out of the packaging. 

Along with the strange item fell a slip of paper, which Junko sprung over to grasp before it fell to the floor with an “Oooh! Lemme read!”

Somehow materializing a pair of reading glasses, she slid them on and orated the words written before her. 

“Chin Drill: A fashion accessory that allows you  to equip a drill on your chin. It is said to represent the idea of ‘spiral energy’”. Yes yes.”, she said, taking two studious nods, before making her final claim on what, according to the item description, actually wasn’t an archaic sex toy.

“This is probably one of the lamest items you could’ve gotten, Touko. Do you have any other coins, or did you blow your luck with this one?”

Feeling an appropriate amount of embarrassment for the blunder, the aforementioned female nervously gripped the drill. “I…only had the one…but…I’m sure there’s more hidden..?” 

“Hm. I see.”

Taking the glasses off (and putting them back onto a suddenly shocked, then angered Byakuya’s face), Junko took a few slow steps towards the shop entrance.

“Well. Ya snooze, ya lose! Kahahaha!”

The rest of us had absolutely no time to process what just happened, as Junko went off on a mad dash to find wherever these coins were hidden. It didn’t take long for Byakuya, desperately trying to hide the fact that he wanted to have some form of useful currency, to saunter his way out that caused my eyes to lock onto his legs…

Legs seem to be today’s favorite body part. 

“Er…Makoto?”

“Wha- I wasn’t looking!”, I lied as I whipped around to face the writer.

Touko’s dull grey eyes drifted from the doorway to my tensed frame, not believing a word I said, but ignoring it regardless. 

“I…don’t have any need for this, so…you take it. I insist.”, she offered, shoving the “gift” into my hands. Before I could properly protest, she was already shuffling off towards Byakuya’s current location.

…maybe Kiyotaka would like it..? Not to pawn off this weird gift on him, but it’d be in better hands with someone that would use it for the intended purpose.

Opting to keep the gift on me while I wandered the halls, I eventually wasted enough time until I had to meet up with the coveted upholder of rules. A part of me wondered what was in store; of course, a bath was involved, with someone I found pretty attractive to boot, but maybe, there was the slightest chance that this meeting could lead to something more?

Nah, it couldn’t. Why would it? I don’t even have a reason to try and get something more than what I agreed to- I haven’t gotten a new box, and Kiyotaka and I barely even know each other beyond a few chance meetings.

Shaking my head, I made my way into the bathhouse, then into the changing area. It seemed I beat the other male here by a few minutes, as when I finally put away the rest of my clothes, I heard the squeak of boots growing close.

“Makoto! Are you here? I apologize for my slight tardiness! A prior obligation I was dealing with took a bit longer than I originally expected.”, he called from outside the dressing room, before bursting in without any warning. 

Luckily for me, I was fairly used to being nude around others at this point.

“Ah! I see you’re already getting undressed! Good!”

Without any prompting, he began to unbutton his top. For a second, I felt tempted to watch him do so…and then I followed through with that temptation. To my surprise and delight, Kiyotaka was far more sculpted than I originally gave him credit for…everywhere. There must’ve been some sort of magic enchanting his uniform, because they managed to conceal the awkward brunette’s frame perfectly. He must’ve noticed my staring, as he started talking about his daily workout routine. 

“I hope you didn’t assume that I had a frail build just because my uniform didn’t expose any of what was underneath. I think physical fitness is just as important as upholding morality!”

Folding his jacket and laying it in the locker in front of him, he then turned to show off all his hard work with an extremely proud look on his face. He really had it all, didn’t he? Sculpted arms, hard abs, round pecs…

Anxiously, I drug my arm across my mouth, just in case I started drooling. The other had begun removing his pants when I decided to look back at him and, like his top half, his lower half was equally carved by the surprise body gods. No wonder his thighs seemed so thick- they were muscle laden in the best possible way.

“Of course, I would never allow myself to neglect a part of my workout! That would only hinder me, right Makoto?”

“Uh…”, I muttered, swallowing quickly to moisten my drying throat, before quickly responding, “Yeah. That wouldn’t be good for you.”

The ruby eyed male before me laughed boisterously, seemingly unaware of my unintentional, but more than obvious gawking.

“I’m glad you agree!”

I noticed his hands moving to take his briefs off, and, like a fool, I quickly called out “Wait!”

“Hm?”

Kiyotaka paused, hands on the band of his briefs. “What is it? Is there something wrong?”

I quickly shook my head, then grabbed the box and shoved it in his direction. 

“I…got you something…”

The other male stood and stared, trying to process what was happening. Had he never gotten a gift from a classmate before..? 

After a brief moment, he took the box into his hands, observing it closely in an attempt to see if there was something off about it. His eyes scanned the top of the box, all of the sides, and when he felt safe enough, he gave it a little shake. Once he concluded that the gift was safe, he slowly removed the lid and set it aside, tears beginning to well in his eyes when he saw what was inside. 

“You…you really got this for me?”, he asked, to which I replied with a nod. Yep. Definitely didn’t re-gift it. 

When he got that bit of confirmation, he quickly set the gift aside and took me up in a hug, taking me completely by surprise. 

“Thank you, Makoto! I’m sorry I didn’t plan to get you something just as meaningful!”, he mused, pulling me closer into his frame.

Just like I’d thought…despite being wrapped in muscle, Kiyotaka’s body was soft to the touch. It took an embarrassing amount of restraint to try and not nuzzle into his pecs.

“You’re welcome…no need to pay me back…we can just enjoy our time in the bath, right..?”

“Oh! That reminds me!”

Releasing me from the hug, and quickly drying the tears from his face, he resumed the action I had interrupted mere moments before- namely, pulling his briefs off and making me turn pinker than the blood that coursed through my veins.

Once they were off, I got more than an eyeful of Kiyotaka’s nude body. I could feel myself getting lightheaded at the sight- either that, or seeing another guy’s flaccid member was enough to make mine grow.

Probably the latter.

“There we go!”, he announced proudly, neatly folding the undergarments and placing them in the locker. “Now…Makoto? …Oh my- Makoto!”

I stood there dumbfounded for a second, before realizing what it was that Kiyotaka was yelling about.

…my nose started bleeding.

“Quickly- we need to head to the infirmary!”

“Ugh…how mortifying…”, I muttered, now back in my room with a cold compress on the bridge of my nose. There was no going back to the bathhouse after my sudden flood- and to be honest, I was surprised there was any blood left up there to begin with. Anyways, Kiyotaka had instructed me to go straight back to my room as soon as the bleeding stopped, but to report if it started back up again. At least he promised to continue the bath sometime later on.

Mentally exhausted, I wandered to my bed. Before I sat down, I decided to check and see if a mystery package had appeared in the time I was away…and surely enough, it did. 

This time, the package was white and wrapped in a red bow…

Opening it revealed the usual items- the small tube of lube, the condom duo, the magic golden envelope, the letter, and…handcuffs and a riding crop?

Kinky.

Setting the compress aside for a moment, I decided I ought to get the letter out of the way before heading to bed.

“Dear, sweet, Makoto Naegi,

I’m proud of you! You’re really putting that work in and out, aren’t you? I’m surprised Leon even made it to the breakfast meeting today with the way he was limping along, you filthy bastard! No need to feel any shame from it- that’s exactly what I wanna see!

Now look. Hope’s Peak doesn’t have infinite floors that I could just open up after you bang a guy. That’d really defeat the point, don’t you think? So! Starting from now on, there’ll be a new rule. Henceforth, there will be two targets- a slightly easier one and one that’s more of a challenge! Each one will have their own time limit, so if you have leftover time from the first one, it will NOT be added to the new timer! Fun, right? If you ever forget, remember, the e-handbook is your friend.

For this target, I think the real issue will be getting them nice and comfy. They may be rigid and upright on the outside, but if you tempt them a bit, I’m sure they’ll be willing to play a little Cops and Robbers with you~. Especially with those cuffs and that crop…good lord…

Have fun, and keep giving me good inspiration! You’re doing great!

Sincerely, Your Passionate Mastermind~

P.S. , with how flustered you got around your target today, it’ll be a miracle if you can pipe em within the three day deadline! I’ve got my motive at the ready~”

Wait…this didn’t mean that…

Folding the letter back up, I took the envelope in my hand and carefully opened it up.

“Kiyotaka Ishimaru”

…it did.

Chapter Text

There was a part of me that felt excited about getting Kiyotaka as the next target on the list, but unlike Yasuhiro and Leon, there were more uncertainties that came with him. The mastermind mentioned being given a more difficult target after the first one now, and there was no doubt in my mind that whoever they were either had a lot of confidence in me, or was itching to get a deadly motive going. 

Might’ve been a bit of both.

Either way, I had to get ready for bed. There was a lot I had to plan out for the upcoming days if I was going to get Kiyotaka to come undone…

…and, you know. Keep everyone alive.

I got up from the bed and checked my nose in the bathroom mirror. Thankfully, the bleeding had ceased and what blood had streaked my face had begun to dry up. With that out of the way, I set the compress aside and started to wash my face. I was just about to undress and get in the shower when I heard a knock at my door. At this point, I could tell who it was just by the sound.

After drying my face off, I made my way to the door, where none other than the man of the hour stood on the other side. It was getting close to curfew, but it seemed he wanted to check on me one last time. How sweet.

“Makoto! I see the bleeding stopped!”, he announced, now making his way into my room uninvited.

“Yeah, it did-”, I called after him, closing the door and making sure he didn’t get too far into my dorm. I wasn’t expecting him to barge in so suddenly, and just my luck, I didn’t take the time to put anything away. 

“Excellent! I’m glad we intervened when we did. I still can’t believe it happened so suddenly. You don’t have any sort of condition, do you?”, he asked, turning on his heels to face me. 

I felt a heavy sigh of relief leave my body. If I could keep his attention away from my messy bed, I might be able to lure him out without him discovering anything he isn’t supposed to see (yet).

“Oh? No, no. It just happened randomly. I was probably just picking my nose too intensely or something.”

Really? Intensely picking my nose was the best thing I could think of? Even Kiyotaka had to pause and look concerned. What a stupid move.

“Well…we have tissues for that, Makoto. If you’re having allergies or any other nasal symptoms, I’m sure Monokuma could help with getting some proper allergy medicine…”

“Heh…you really think so..?”, I asked, scratching the back of my head while mentally kicking myself in the leg.

“I’m positive! He’s a bit…eccentric, but aside from the startling announcement from the first day, he’s been oddly helpful. He’s allowed me to access some classrooms on the second floor, helped me take inventory of our supplies- he even took me on a tour through the trial room.”

The other brunette shuddered at recounting the event. “It may seem a bit obvious, but I don’t think I want to end up there for real. I could probably handle staying calm during the trial, but witnessing a live execution! It’s…it’s inhumane!”

Oh yeah. I forgot that whole execution detail. I mean, surely it’s nothing more than a shooting or a hanging, right? Not that I ever wanted to find out.

Kiyotaka pressed a hand to his temple and sighed, suppressing the worry he had  in order to focus back on the conversation.

“Well! I think my visit is done. Do sleep well, Makoto!”

“Ah, you too.”, I said back, waving as the moral compass made his way to the door. 

For a second there, I really thought I was home free. 

Then I got a sudden reminder that if sex isn’t involved, my life goes incredibly wrong.

The thick-browed Adonis turned back around to wave goodbye, and just my luck, he caught a glimpse of my messy bed. He didn’t even get to step outside, let alone open the door before he came bounding back, and before I knew it, Kiyotaka was at my bed, attempting to straighten it up.

“Makoto! No wonder you’re having issues with your nose! Do you realize how much dust could get caught in your sheets?”, the prefect scolded, shuffling everything around. “A messy room has adverse effects regardless of who you are, but given your nasal conditions, you ought to pay more attention to your personal chores!”

I attempted to leap in and take over the task, claiming “Oh, yeah! I was about to do that before I headed to bed! It’s okay, you don’t need to clean it up for me!”, but Taka was way too stubborn, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move him out of the way.

“Well, at the very least, I’m going to make an example out of this! You even left your personal belongings on your bed! This box, this piece of paper, these handcuffs-”

Suddenly, Kiyotaka paused, and I felt a dense layer of sweat start to coat my entire body. He knew it, I knew it, but if it wasn’t acknowledged, we’d be looking at one another for the entirety of the night.

Slowly, his eyes drifted over to the handcuffs that lay very obviously on my bed. It didn’t help that the riding crop lay right across from it. 

Damn, this was extremely awkward.

To add even more insult to injury, Kiyotaka took the letter in his hand and began to read it over. His face went from the look of confusion that was already there from discovering the handcuffs in the first place to shock, bewilderment, and, by the time he got to the end, embarrassment. 

“....um…? Maybe I’m…missing something here but…”

Kiyotaka directed his gaze back towards me. I wasn’t faring any better- there was absolutely nothing that could’ve ever happened in my life, ever, that would prepare me for the sheer amount of humiliation I was feeling at this exact moment. I hoped another sudden nosebleed would happen from how badly I flustered up, but no such thing occurred.

Sensing that I was off the charts when it came to mortification levels, the other male set everything down and opted to take a seat on the bed, patting the mattress next to him in order to instruct me to sit as well.

“Okay. I will listen to whatever you have to say to explain this. I’m sure there is an explanation.”, he offered, becoming flustered himself.

It took a bit of stammering, “Um, well, you see”’s, and a few pauses for Kiyotaka to comprehend the absolute bullshit I was spouting, but the explanation eventually was completed.

The other pressed his palm to his cheek as he considered the ramifications of the information he just received.

 “...let me…understand. The mastermind…has tasked you with…”, he coughed awkwardly in order to censor a certain word, “...all the men in our class…and…”, he paused to look at the envelope that I grabbed in order to emphasize the point about each target being up to chance, “...I’m next..?”

“Yeah, that’s the gist of it.”, I let him know, shrugging my shoulders. 

There was more silence between us.

“How would we…even..?”

“Hmm?”

Crossing his legs and scratching the nape of his neck, Kiyotaka continued in an…admittedly adorable abashed manner.

“Well..! It may not exactly seem like it, Makoto, but I’m more versed in… that …than I’d like to admit. Just as a point of education, of course- not that I’ve done anything myself.”

I noticed a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“...usually, I wouldn’t be so open about this, but if it’s for the greater good of our class…then…could we talk about our…”

He kind of mumbled a bit at the end, but I caught on enough to be a little surprised.

“You’re telling me you have kinks? Really?”, I asked, before quickly following it up with a “Not that it’s a problem, it’s just that I wouldn’t exactly figure you as someone who would have kinks, cause, you know.”

Kiyotaka raised his hands up assuringly. “No, no, I’m not offended at all. In fact, I prefer to keep that as private information.”

I shook my head to show I could take the hint.

“Since I started the conversation, I suppose I could go first.”, he suggested, and given what was on my mind at the time, I didn’t mind one bit.

Bunching up the fabric of his pants into his hands, the morals committee member resumed.

“I…I’m fairly open. I don’t think it’s right to judge something you’ve never done yourself, but uh…I wouldn’t mind being in some sort of…position of power. Even if I’m not the one giving. Am I making sense right now?”

“Mhm. You’re a kind of dominant switch, in other words.”, I replied, not at all surprised when I was able to pinpoint that exact phrase. 

“Yes..! Yes, I think that’s about right. I..wouldn’t mind using those either. Whether on you or myself.”, he admitted next, gesturing to the riding crop and the handcuffs. 

I’d be keeping this in mind for later.

“That’s all I can really think of for right now- like I said, I have no position to judge anything I’ve never tried before, so hit me with whatever’s on your mind.”

I looked directly into Kiyotaka’s eyes, knowing for a fact that I was about to say something so incredibly freaky, he might run out of here fast enough to leave boot marks on the floor.

“...are you sure about that?”, I questioned. “I mean, really sure?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Absolutely?”

“Yes- Makoto, I’m sure whatever you’re about to say isn’t as bad as you think it is.”

Oh, little did he know, I was about to let him know every dirty little thing on my dirty little mind.

“Okay, well..I wouldn’t mind getting sat on by you. I’ve thought about that a couple of times, actually.”

I could tell the other man in the room was fighting the urge to blush any deeper than he already was, but he failed miserably.

“You have..?”

“Yeah, on my lap, on my chest, my face-”

“Your face?!”

At this point, I don’t think I could feel any sort of shame.

“Mhm, right here.”, I said, pointing directly at said body part. “I wouldn’t mind eating you either. Not that I’ve tried it yet, but I don’t know…something about you seems edible.”

I watched as Kiyotaka’s jaw dropped.

“...you know, I’m considerably heavier than you!”

“That’s the point.”

Before Kiyotaka could further protest, I continued my uncensored description of things I’d like to do.

“I wouldn’t mind getting ridden by you, either. I feel like you’d be good at it with how strong your thighs are.”

By this point, I was positive I did more than enough to scare Kiyotaka away. This was confirmed when he stood up from his place on the bed and made his way to the door. 

“It…is well past curfew. I’m going to head back to my room…and we can discuss this further tomorrow.”

Well, that went better than I thought it would.

The next morning, we could all tell that Kiyotaka had something on his mind, as he kept stuttering through the announcements. Eventually, he cut them short and gave everyone an early dismissal. This led to the usual suspects crowding around me as we left the cafeteria and dragging me into the nurse’s office, slamming the door shut once we were all inside.

Yasuhiro and Leon, I could understand. Celestia was new to this, but I could understand her being present. 

What I didn’t expect was Aoi asking “Well? Did you screw him last night or what?”

I looked back at the others in order to figure out who spilled the information, and the two boys pointing at Celeste told me everything I needed to know.

“Apologies, Makoto, but I figured Aoi at least had the right to know under the bylaws of our bet. I’m sure you understand.”, she explained. “But really, when someone starts acting weird the next morning, all signs point to you, so…did you?”

Quickly, I shook my head. “No- not yet at least. It might take a little bit of convincing but it’s not impossible.”

Collectively, the group groaned, but the disappointment was short lived. 

“Well, whatever! I can confirm it’s gonna happen soon. Real soon.”, Yasuhiro reassured me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I don’t think I can talk about the details around the ladies though.”

“Hey, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get to hear at some point.”, Leon groaned, crossing his arms. “I’ve been wanting to know how to make that come undone for a while now- and don’t you dare say anything, Celestia-!”

The gambler honored his wish, but still made a point to mouth “10,000 Yen” when he wasn’t looking.

“So, what’s next? Are you gonna expand the betting ring and let in Hiro?”, I asked, to which the clairvoyant shook his head no.

“Nah…too many bad investments in the past. Besides, if we make it outta here, I’ve got plenty of deals to pay off.”

“Not if- when! Makoto’s making sure of that.”, Aoi reminded him, before turning to look at me. “You’re doing everyone a solid. I don’t think I’d ever be able to do what you’re doing and still walk around with my dignity.”

Whoever said I still had it?

“Anyway…if there’s no update on your situation, Makoto, then I declare this meeting adjourned. Go on about your business.”

In order to not appear suspect, we filed out of the nurse’s office one by one, giving one another a signal when it was safe to go. I was last to go, and, aside from Kyoko curiously eying me from her spot in the hall, I think the group got away without being caught. 

Even if Kyoko was an issue, it wouldn’t have mattered much at that moment, as I happened to bump into Kiyotaka. We didn’t say much to one another, or anything, until the mysterious lady had taken her leave. Once we couldn’t tell if she was around anymore, Kiyotaka leaned toward my ear and whispered “Meet me in classroom 2B at around curfew time. Bring everything. I’ll let you in if you knock three times.”

He continued on his way afterward, leaving me in the hall, my heart thumping in anticipation of what was about to happen tonight.

Content, I decided to stroll the halls, hands in my pockets. I almost didn’t notice Kyoko jump back in front of me and glare me down.

“Naegi. Swear to me that no one’s going to wind up dead tomorrow morning.”

I was still recovering from the sudden heart attack I had when I finally comprehended what Kyoko told me. 

“Huh..? Yeah, no one’s gonna die.”

“...okay.”

She eased her gaze off of me afterward.

“Sorry. I’ve just been suspicious of everything since this game began. How is Monokuma going to announce some sort of ‘killing game’, then not follow through. It’s strange, isn’t it?”, she asked, keeping her voice low. 

Well…

“Yeah. Definitely. I’m not sure what he’s got planned but it’s gotta be big if he hasn’t shown us anything yet.”

Kyoko then turned to face me as she proceeded down the hall. “So I’m not the only one who thinks this. Tell me Makoto, have you been looking into this mastermind situation as well?”

“Not exactly. It’s just...I have no leads to go off of.”, I admitted. It wasn’t a lie- despite getting contacted by the mastermind themselves ever so often, I had no strong clues about who they actually were.

“That may change. Observe.”

The lady then took out her e-handbook and showed me a few images she took. They didn’t show much, other than a few scratches along the walls that could easily be missed if someone wasn’t paying close attention.

“At first, I thought these might’ve been made by Monokuma’s claws, but upon further inspection, I found that his claws were far too large. These were human scratches, made with a sharp nail. “

After showing me the images, she put her e-handbook away. 

“I don’t think these would just be around the walls of the academy if the mastermind didn’t want us to find them. Then again, it’s the only real piece of evidence I’ve got right now. For all I know, this could end up being a dead end…”, she sighed. “...but I’m not giving up hope. Keep an eye out for anyone with sharp fingernails, okay?”

I nodded in response. I wished I could tell her that everything would be alright and that we’d all eventually make it out of here alive, but something told me that Kyoko wouldn’t be as amused to hear about my sexual exploits. Besides, I was starting to get curious about who this mastermind was as well. After all, they were still very real and a significant threat if I couldn’t complete my tasks in time. 

“Good. If you find anything else, let me know. I’ll be in the cafeteria if you need anything.”

After we split from one another, I decided to head back to my room for the rest of the afternoon, partially to think about what Kyoko showed me, and partially to rest up before my encounter with Kiyotaka later in the day.

As soon as curfew hit, I took the box and began to make my way upstairs. The fact this was even happening excited me- maybe it was because he seemed so open to discussion about everything, or maybe it was because he was so nervous throughout the day…

Maybe that explained his nerves this morning during the announcements. He was thinking about losing his virginity.

At this point, my own virginity was so lost, it’d need a road map and a couple of plane tickets just to get back to me, but at least Kiyotaka would be in good, slightly experienced hands.

Once I made my way upstairs and to the classroom, I made sure to knock thrice so Taka would let me in. I heard the lock click and the door creak open just a bit, giving me the signal to come on through.

Inside, it seemed that Kiyotaka spent his day making sure the room was a proper love making environment. The desks were pushed to the side, a few extra blankets and pillows were brought up, and only one of the light switches had been flicked on, giving the room a nice, dim ambience. 

“I hope this works, Makoto. I was nervous about someone discovering it all morning.”

Already blushing, the brunette went to shut and lock the door again. 

“Actually, I had begun to set everything up last night…I couldn’t sleep. Not after…our conversation…I…”

I noticed Kiyotaka start to press his legs together, a little confirmation that the reason why he was so active last night wasn’t because he had a pot of coffee.

“So I started cleaning up there! And the next thing I know, I was preparing for all this. Of course, I had to get some form of rest if I was going to make it to the morning meeting, so I had to pause and…if anyone found this, I wouldn’t have been able to explain it away.”

I chuckled at his explanation, leaning back onto the classroom door. 

“So why set this all up here instead of your dorm?”

The face he made as I asked him was so sweet, I could’ve kissed him right there. 

“I…don’t think I would’ve been able to handle going back to my room if we did it there. Especially considering…”

Now Kiyotaka joined me at the door, the only thing keeping distance between us being the box of fun things I’d brought.

“We’ll be doing a lot tonight, won’t we?”

That’s about all I needed to feel all my blood start to stir in my groin. Carefully, I set the box down, then moved to place my arms around Kiyotaka’s waist and close the gap between our torsos. The other male was considerably taller than I was, but he quickly remedied the situation by tipping my head up with his hand and pressing his lips to mine. I was pleasantly surprised by the way he kissed- maybe he practiced a bit before now…

We parted from one another for a bit, just to catch a breath, before resuming, his arms wrapped around my shoulders and my hands starting to feel around his midsection. Through his uniform, I could trace the outlines of his carved muscles with my fingers, but there was a certain part I was much more interested in.

I opened my mouth slightly, the other male doing the same, and once our tongues met, I swiveled my hands down to caress his  round, perky rear. I heard a grunt of surprise, but Kiyotaka didn’t seem to protest otherwise.  

Getting a little bold, my touching went from simple caresses to a firm grip, all of the moral compass’ flustered noises being drowned out by our French kisses. Perhaps I got a little too bold though, because Taka pulled away as soon as I pulled my hand back and gave his behind a good smack.

“Makoto…! Getting ahead of yourself, are you?”, he scolded, though my hands remained placed atop his ass. 

“Maybe. I wasn’t lying about what I said last night.”, I replied, giving him a squeeze.

“...well. Since you’re so eager...”

Kiyotaka then moved out of my grasp and went to grab one of the blankets from the desks in the corner. At this point, I was sure I was thinking more with my dick than my brain, because catching a glimpse of that fine behind walking away from me made me act up in a way I would’ve never thought was possible. 

Like a horny Flash, I grabbed the riding crop, leapt forward, caught Kiyotaka by his thighs, and dropped down to my knees, proceeding to undo the button on his pants and drag them down, exposing the white briefs he wore. Those too would be animalistically pulled down and nearly ripped in the process all while Kiyotaka screamed out my name and placed his hands flat onto the desk.

“Hey! I didn’t even get the blanket laid out yet-!”

“Forget the blanket…”

For the first time, I was able to see Kiyotaka’s backside, fully exposed. It was just as I’d imagined it to be.

Yes, I imagined it. Is anyone really surprised about that?

There was the curve and definition provided by the muscle, the dusting of red that covered each cheek, and the taut and supple feel it had in my hands, like squeezing a stress ball. 

My tongue hung out of my mouth slightly as I pressed my thumbs along the inner sides and spread him apart, exposing his twitching hole to the world. Well, if the world was my eyes.

Quivering excitedly, I licked at his hole- just a trial lick. I’m not sure what I was expecting really- it didn’t really taste like anything except the salt of his sweat. Just to be sure, I gave it another lick. Mhm, definitely sweat and the slightest hint of soap. How considerate.

“You know…if we’re going to go off script, you could have told me,” Kiyotaka mused above me as I kept licking. “But since we are…”

I yelped as I felt a hand suddenly grab me by my hair and pull my head against his butt, keeping me pressed in place. 

“Don’t stop on my account! You couldn’t wait a moment ago, could you? I’m sure you could take it right in your face without a problem then!”

I felt my eyes close and my tongue slide between the cleft, the lack of distance causing me to be more than acquainted with how much I started to drool. 

“Come on, Makoto, don’t get shy on me now! Get your tongue nice and deep inside…I know you know how to do it.”

Obediently, I slid my tongue inside of him, dropping my hands in order to let Kiyotaka take complete control of my head. Any other time, getting bossed around by the usually uptight male wouldn’t make me feel one way or the other, but right now, it was making my cock nearly burst from out of my pants. 

For a second, I forgot that I brought the riding crop along with me, and my curiosity wanted to know what would happen if I whipped him just a bit. 

Gripping at his boot with one hand to keep stable, I used the other to take the tool into my hand and hit him with a surprisingly audible strike. I heard him growl and moan in response, followed by him pulling my head up to look at him.

“Do that a few more times, and I’ll really have to punish you.”, he stated in a tone that suggested he really wanted me to spank him a few more times.

Could I really deny him that offer?

Still servicing him with my mouth, I looked straight into his eyes and whipped him again and again, causing a few red marks to appear on the skin. I could feel his knees begin to buckle, and the flushed, dazed expression in his eyes just screamed “sex”. If I didn’t unzip my pants soon, I was going to soak them in precum…

Gasping, I finally felt my head get pulled back and the hand pulling on my hair release. Kiyotaka moved to properly take off his pants, but I stopped him when he was about to take his boots off.

“Wait. Leave them on.”

Taka glared over at me, then raised an eyebrow.

“Leave them on, what ?”

I felt another spurt of precum soak my underwear.

“Leave them on, please, sir.”

Smirking proudly, Kiyotaka entertained my wishes, taking off his pants and underwear and putting his boots back on when he was done.

“Makoto Naegi…it seems you’ve got a big disregard for the rules. You’re incredibly impatient and you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.”

I watched from my spot on the ground as he strolled across the classroom and took the box into his hand, then came back, pulling out the handcuffs and spinning them on his finger. As I shifted my gaze down, I caught a glimpse of his very prominent erection…

…if my cock got hard like that, I’d have trouble sleeping too.

“...not to mention you can’t keep your gaze up…so I’ll be giving you a personal lesson in behaving.”

Once he got close to me, he pressed his boot to my chest and pushed me onto the floor so I laid on my back. 

“Put your hands up.”

“Y-yes sir..!”

My arms shot straight up, and immediately, Taka snapped the handcuffs around my wrists.

“Perhaps that’ll teach you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Easing my arms down, Kiyotaka proceeded to get down on his knees, his body hovering centimeters above my chest and his cock directly in front of my mouth. I could have wrapped my lips around it, but I was distracted by his unzipping and removing of my jackets and shirt…or, as well as they could be with my hands bound. It was a slight oversight, but he didn’t once offer to uncuff me, instead opting to simply have my top half exposed. 

Satisfied, he switched his position on my body so that he faced the opposite direction. I attempted to get a look at what he was up to, but it ended up being futile as my vision suddenly went dark and my face was gently crushed under a considerable amount of pressure. 

This was a familiar feeling that I gladly welcomed, despite not being able to tell what the male sitting on my face was doing above me…

…until I felt the zipper of my pants and the band of my boxers slide down and off. 

“You should get this taken care of, Makoto. You’re dripping wet…”

I felt as a condom rolled itself over my hard length, followed by the gentle, pumping motion of Kiyotaka’s hand. My hands balled and tensed in an attempt to grab something, anything, but with Taka sat atop me and the cuffs that bound them, there was so much success. I desperately wanted to grab his thighs, to spank him again, to touch him while  he jerked me off, but no opportunity presented itself.

…well, one opportunity presented itself. 

As Kiyotaka sped his hand up, I stuck my tongue out again, shamelessly rimming the prefect from underneath. I heard a sharp gasp from the other, who slid his hands down to my scrotum.

“Found another way, did you?”, he mused, fondling me a bit before slowly easing off my head. 

Finally able to see again, I caught a pretty nice show as he rifled through the box and took out the lubricant. If his hands spreading the gel over my member wasn’t enough to make me want to break out of the cuffs, the way he teasingly prepared himself where I could perfectly see each movement of his fingers sure was.

“I was thinking of letting you out of the cuffs,” Kiyotaka claimed as he added in a second and third finger, “but you’ve proven to me that you can’t even handle a few seconds of keeping to yourself. For shame, Makoto. Can’t even control yourself for a moment, can you?”

I couldn’t bring myself to reply, only writhing in the cuffs, bucking my hips and panting like a dog to show how much I needed to rail the brunette right now.

Once he felt properly prepared, Kiyotaka moved forward and positioned himself above my cock, spreading his legs slightly as he worked my member inside of him. I could tell it was a fairly tight fit for the both of us, as my body shook underneath him and his tensed and twitched above me. 

“J…Jeez….”

I wanted to thrust into him right then, but a few things stopped me.

First, he grabbed the riding crop.

Second, he looked back at my sweaty mess of a face.

Then, he grinned and let the large leather tab of the crop slide under my chin. There was a momentary look of conflict in his eyes as he was figuring out what to say, but given what we had just done, as well as the position we were in now, any inhibitions he had quickly flew out of the window.

“You want to fuck me so bad.”

I was momentarily snapped out of my haze of horny. Kiyotaka swore . Like, an actual bad word. Not that it was a bad thing or anything- actually, the fact that he went this whole time without swearing was incredibly impressive, but it was incredibly unexpected, and I think at that exact moment, my dick grew three inches. 

“Agh…you should see yourself…to think such an innocent-looking guy like you was so…naughty…”

The tab of the crop slid down my neck, across my chest and torso, and back up again. Subconsciously, I attempted to pull apart the handcuffs again.

“You’re not the fastest learner, but I know you’re quick enough to understand what you’ve gotta say to get what you want.”

“Yes…I do…”

I strained against the cuffs some more, and while I didn’t break them just yet, I could tell they were starting to give.

“Ride me…ride me like a carousel…like a seesaw…like a horse…sir…”

Smiling down at me, Kiyotaka let the tab of the crop dance around my chest one last time.

“Good boy.”

Lord, have mercy on my body.

I threw my head back as he started to move, working his ass up and down the shaft so aggravatingly slow that when I pulled on the handcuffs again, one of the chains cracked.  Kiyotaka laughed at the sight, speeding up his pace soon after.

Eyeful be damned, I needed to touch . I needed to grab his hips until they bruised. I needed to thrust up so deep into him that you could see my dick pressing into his stomach from the outside.

Kiyotaka could tell I was about to break out, and swiftly, he shifted around and pinned my arms above my head.

“You really think I’m gonna let you get out of those handcuffs and do what you like?”, he cooed in my ear, his hips still hard at work. “You know you need to ask for permission.”

I growled, pulling one last time at the handcuffs before they snapped in half. Still, my arms were stuck in place until Taka eased up.

“Well?”

“...Please…sir…let me hold your body…”

Thankfully, it was enough to get him to let go, and as soon as he did, I held onto his waist and started to thrust like my entire being depended on it. It was a good thing Taka decided to set up a space up here after all- even with the soundproofed dorms, the volume that the not-so-moral compass and I reached while grinding against one another would be enough to get us caught.

My nails scratched and dug into the other’s hips and thighs, forming light scratches that started to form as I started making new ones. Kiyotaka’s nails dug into my skin as well, leaving my shoulders marked and faintly stained with blood.

You know what, maybe I could be a sex machine if I was pushed hard enough. Taka could, too.

“Ah..Makoto…I’m…I’m so close…!”, the prefect mused though a sea of moans. “Are…you..?”

I nodded as my thrusts began to fall out of rhythm with his. “Yeah…do I have to ask to cum, sir..?”

Asking was unnecessary, it seemed, as I couldn’t hold back any longer. I bucked my hips suddenly, feeling a flood of hot cum shoot from my tip and leak down my condom. Kiyotaka followed soon after, though due to not wearing a condom himself, his cum sprayed itself across both of our chests and down our stomachs. 

For the next few moments, we rode out our orgasms, but when the afterglow faded, we sat and looked at one another. We were an absolute mess, and if we were gonna clean this all up, we had to move quickly.

“...we can’t stay like this, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

By the time we finished cleaning, it was nearly two in the morning. After checking, double checking, and triple checking for any leftover evidence, the both of us headed back downstairs, attempting to ignore the fact that we just had hot, dirty sex on the classroom floor.

“By the way…can I get a pair of your underwear? I’ll need it to confirm we…did that.”, I said, about to enter my dorm

With his hand on the doorknob of his own room, Kiyotaka turned to look at me, his gaze now saying, “Really? After all that, you need tangible evidence?”

Needless to say, the transaction was quick, and we both had something fun to dream about once we went to sleep.

Chapter Text

After the previous night, I found myself waking up just a little bit sore in my hips- the first time I woke up with a significant amount of pain from my activities the evening before. I guess that was to be expected- after all, I’ve got the build of a number two pencil. I’m lucky Kiyotaka didn’t break my pelvis or my neck.

…though that wouldn’t have been a bad way to go out. I’d wear that honor with pride. “Hey Makoto, how did you die in your past life?” “Oh, nothing much, just got ridden like a roller coaster to an early grave”.

On second thought, it’s things like that which get the gates of Heaven slammed in your face.

Knowing my particular track record when it came to spending nights with the guys around here, a part of me wondered if Kiyotaka would actually make it to the morning assembly in time or if he too would be in the legion of suspiciously late and questionably immobile boys at the meeting. At the very least, I could try to get there on time to throw suspicions off of me.

Sitting up and stretching, I reached to grab my E-Handbook and check the time- and at this point, I don’t think I should even bother trying to get to any of these meetings when I’m supposed to be. I was already ten minutes late, so I might as well have more of an excuse than “Whoops, I slept in again”. As I eased off of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth, then coolly exited my dorm room to make my way to the dining hall.

Once I arrived, my suspicions were confirmed. Everyone was already here- it’d been thirty minutes since the meeting was supposed to begin at this point- except for Kiyotaka. This had more than a few of my classmates whispering among themselves with completely valid concerns given the usually straight laced individual was almost if not always the first one to get here in the mornings. Upon stepping foot in the dining hall, a few of the usuals paused their whispering, gathering from past knowledge that they knew exactly why a certain somebody had yet to show his face. 

Completely lacking subtlety, Yasuhiro began to cough into his fist and look towards my general direction, successfully gaining my attention (and the eyes of everyone else). In order to get him to stop, I shuffled my way over to him, quick enough to make my way over, but not so fast that I let the dull pain in my pelvis flare up again. Once I made my way over, Leon wasn’t far behind, and before I could protest, the two of them had pulled me over to the side and obscured me from the crowd.

“Look at you go, Naegi-chi! I’m almost jealous of how easy you make it look!”, the clairvoyant muses with a sly grin, elbowing me in the arm. “The fact that he didn’t show up on time says it all! You must’ve really done all of that dirty stuff last night, right?”

“Had to. You really think Kiyotaka would be late for anything? Especially this meeting that he put together himself? He’s gotta be pretty out of it to not get up on time for this.”, Leon commented after, before directing his gaze back to me. “...so like….how was it? Not that I want Celeste to win the bet or anything but knowing if he’s actually a freak in the sheets’ got me curious. Plus, Hiro got me pretty worked up describing all of what he saw in his vision of you two.”

As much as I wanted to brag about how heated things got, there were still a decent amount of people here who were still untainted by my actions. Still, I was feeling pretty good about how everything had gone down, so in the most tasteful, demure, mindful way, I said:

“Let’s just say a lot went up and down in Classroom 2B.”

I’m nowhere near as suave as I think I am, but I’ve got a little bit of charm where it counts.

“A lot…in Classroom 2B…”

That voice didn’t belong to neither Hagakure nor Leon, and the other two caught on fairly quickly to that fact as well. Slowly, we all turned to see that in the corner where we all stood, Chihiro had made her way over, likely to ask how we felt about the situation or see if we happened to know anything about Taka’s whereabouts…only to overhear a few not safe for conversation statements. Due to her quiet and sheepish nature, none of us were really sure when she’d even made her way over, but the shade of pink on her face suggested she’d heard plenty enough to get a fairly graphic idea of the topic.

“Um. Right- forget I was even over here. I didn’t need anything, so…”

Pulling at the collar of her shirt and placing a hand over her skirt, she backed away from us, going back into the main section of the dining hall again. I noticed that she had a similar reaction when we were in the pool area a few days back- that deep blush in her face, covering the front of her skirt. It was almost like she was hiding something.

…

…The suspicion was definitely there…

I could tell that Leon and Yasuhiro were having similar thoughts, along with feeling a little awkward that the programmer had overheard the conversation, but the feeling of regret pooling in each of our stomachs would be stopped from reaching a maximum capacity as a very loud and incredibly familiar voice echoed through the dining hall and interrupted the thoughts going on in our heads.

“Good morning! I apologize for being so late to our meeting- I don’t know what came over me!”

Moments later, Kiyotaka rushed into the dining hall, his face flushed as he tried to keep a snappy pace. 

“Or maybe something came inside you.”, Leon muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me? Do you want to speak up, Leon?”, the other was quick to retort, flashing a look towards him that was a little similar to the one I had seen a few hours before.

It made my blood run hot throughout my body…

The same effect looked like it’d just taken over the all-star, a shade of pink dusting his face as well. 

“Nope- not at all-”

“Good. I’m positive you wouldn’t want to deal with any sort of punishment for talking back and interrupting the meeting for this morning, would you?” Taka continued, raising one of his strong, thick eyebrows.

I could tell there was a dilemma going on in Leon’s head- say yes at the risk of throwing away his dignity or say no and potentially miss out on matching the prefect’s freak firsthand.

He split the difference by keeping his mouth shut for the time being, allowing Kiyotaka to continue.

“As I said before, I truly don’t know what came over me this morning, and I greatly apologize for my tardiness. I thought I would’ve awoken on time, but it appears some sort of circumstance caused me to sleep in.”

I felt a group of eyes land on me right at that moment.

“Regardless! Since we’re so behind on time, I will try to make this meeting as concise and informative as possible. As you all may have noticed, Monokuma has yet to release any kind of motive or incentive for us to commit a murder. As such, I believe that we should take advantage of this good fortune! I think it would do us good to search around the open areas of the school to find a means for escape- or any clues that may point to any kind of salvation.”

There was one set of eyes that I felt again- not one from someone who knew what I was up to, but some that were cool and calculated. I turned to match the gaze from Kyoko, her look suggesting she’d found more things as part of her investigation and wanted to spend some time looking for any more clues that may point to discovering a Mastermind behind all of this.

“Granted, I don’t think that we should completely discount the power that Monokuma has.
After all, he clearly does have these motives lined up and ready to go, as we’ve seen previously. Still, I worry about what may happen if we don’t get moving anytime soon.”

We all exchanged glances with one another, agreeing with his sentiment. Sure, I was working hard as a rock to get us outta here, but Taka brought up a good point- even if I did manage to save us from the killing game, how were we supposed to get out of here?

As if he was reading all of our thoughts (which, he was probably doing from wherever he was), an announcement began to play over the P.A. system.

Ding dong, Bing bong~

“Attention! Could everybody please meet in the pool area located on the second floor of the school? I repeat, could everybody please meet in the pool area located on the second floor of the school, effective IMMEDIATELY! Thank you!”

Well, so much for the rest of that meeting. 

“Due to this recent announcement, we will adjourn early! Let’s go!”

One after the other, our collective got up from our space in the dining hall and headed up the stairs, filing into the main hall before making our way into the natatorium. Monokuma was already inside, holding a collection of envelopes in each paw. 

“Goooooood morning! I noticed that you’re all still alive! I guess none of you are really feeling that urge to commit homicide, eh? Ehhhhhhhh?”

He began waving the envelopes around a bit, trying to see if any of us would bite. Again, no one had any interest to kill, so no one was entirely interested in the envelopes he held.

“Ah! Oh well! And to think, all these envelopes were filled with your deepest, darkest, spiciest secrets! But if you’re not in the mood-”

There were a couple of protests, but Monokuma ultimately ignored them, opting instead to tear apart the envelopes to bits and toss the pieces into the water where they disintegrated even further.

“Oh there’s no reason for you to get upset about it now! It’s not anything you’d want to know! Granted, it would’ve been fun revealing that information, buuuuuuuut…well, some of it was pretty sensitive and frankly terrible! Some of you are absolute freaks!”

He cackles at the thought, holding his stomach as we all watched the last bits of paper and ink disappear for good. 

“Aaaaanyways, I’m getting bored again, so I figured I’d open up the next floor for you! It’s like watching hamsters mill around in a cage before you add on some more additions to entertain yourself. Come along!”

We didn’t have any real choice but to follow behind Monokuma once exited from the pool back to the hallway, but it’d be a lie if we didn’t feel a bit of excitement as the bear opened up access to the next floor up. 

“Well! I suppose my work for today is done! Have fun looking around at what all we’ve got up here! Plus, who knows…maybe you’ll actually want to get a move on killing now! Upupupupu~”

Before any of us could ask Monokuma about any of the details of the third floor, the robot made a dash for the stairs leading to the first floor and disappeared from sight. We all looked around at one another, and like we did the time before, we broke off in our separate ways. Some of us went upstairs to the third floor to search around, a few of us remained on the second floor or went back to the first floor. I was going to head back to my room- usually, I could expect another surprise from the Mastermind and Monokuma in my room by now- but I was quickly grabbed and pulled towards the other side of the second floor, into Classroom 2B.

Ah, the memories…

Before I got too lost in thinking about the steamy, intense, downright disrespectful night I shared here, I had to look around to see who brought me into the classroom in the first place. It didn’t take me long after to identify that the person who pulled me here was none other than Kyoko Kirigiri, though I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Something told me that if her behavior in the cafeteria was any indication, she had found out some new information.

As we settled into the classroom, the girl with the lavender hair began to scan the area curiously.

“......hm…”

I suddenly felt just a hint of shame go through me. Kiyotaka and I did a pretty decent job of cleaning last night, but given how perceptive Kyoko was, I wouldn’t be shocked if she noticed something off.

“....Makoto. I’m sorry to pull you in here so suddenly, but I wanted to tell you that I came across more important information regarding the search to identify the one behind trapping us all here…but it isn’t about the Mastermind themself.”

This made my hair stand on end just a bit. Of course I knew about the mastermind…but was there someone else?

“Observe. I found this when I was looking through the furthest shelves in the library…”

She then leaned towards me and pulled out a piece of paper, holding it close enough for me to read. There was a note made up of various magazine clippings that read as follows:

“If you find this, know that someone among you is a traitor. I can’t say who they are or why they’ve betrayed you, but they’re within.  Trust no one.”

Once I finished reading the note, Kyoko slipped it back into the inside pocket of her jacket. 

“If this is a prank that someone pulled, I’ll be less than amused…but given the shelf it was on, all the way in the back, three rows down, tucked away…the question is, why would someone leave this note here, and what’s the point of letting us know someone is trying to betray us?”

She then took a few steps around the classroom, thoughts running through her mind. 

“I haven’t been able to corroborate this note, however, but I felt that it may hold some importance. Now that Monokuma has opened up the next floor, I think it’d do us good to look around. Just promise me that if anyone asks what we were up to, you won’t say a word. As of right now, you’re the only one I can trust with this information.”

A bead of sweat formed on my forehead and slowly dropped down my face- not because I was terrified at the idea of a traitor existing, but because this traitor might’ve been…me. 

It wouldn’t be an impossible notion- after all, I was the one that was receiving gifts from Monokuma and going along with this whole thing out of my own volition. It’d be incredibly awkward if I was caught as the traitor by the person working so hard to uncover this mystery- almost up there with her somehow figuring out that this classroom was not used for any kind of studying.

Regardless, I had to keep up the act of innocence, no matter what. Slowly, I nod my head, following her footsteps back towards the door. 

“...okay. Likewise- I trust you, too. Let’s get eyes on the third floor before too many people can mess with it.”

After looking out into the hallway, the two of us exited the classroom and made our way towards the stairs, taking our first steps into the next level of Hope’s Peak Academy. Despite there being a few others already looking around up here, Kyoko and I kept searching. It seemed this floor was for the arts and sciences, as the main rooms on this floor were the physics lab and the art room, both with storage areas attached within their interiors. Aside from this, we found there were two more classrooms, 3A and 3B, as well as a rec room. Once we’d seen a few others exit the floor, we decided the physics lab would be a good place to start looking for any new clues, then work our way around to the other major area at the end.

 We’d spent three hours searching around the lab, checking the cabinets, the desks, the drawers, even going through the storage area, but coming up short on anything of use. The next places we checked were the rec room and the classrooms, though once again, we ended up with no real leads. At around 5 p.m, we made our way to the art room to continue our search. There was a moment that I considered giving up entirely, but before I could, Kyoko called for me. 

“Makoto. I found something of interest in the storage room.”

My energy replenished, I made my way into the side area to see what my investigation partner had found.

“Between the stacks of printer paper,” she explained, “I found that a couple of the sheets had poked out of the sides even though the paper is almost perfectly stacked from the floor to the ceiling, so I pulled the paper out of the stacks. Surely enough, we’ve got another message on our hands. It’s in the same weird magazine letter format as the one I found in the library, too.”

Carefully, I took the new notes into my hands, giving them a read. 

“ Everything became so different when you lost your spark. Now there’s this emptiness between us. It’s unfortunate, but I swore I would help you love what you do once again. All of this is for you, even if you hate it. Even if you don’t agree with my methods, there’ll be a day where you appreciate the work I did to give you that love once again. When that day comes, remember that I was the one to make it possible.”

This note seemed way more cryptic than the first. I could tell that Kyoko had no idea what this was doing hidden within the storage room, nor did I, but the both of us could at least figure a few things: whoever this person was, presumably the Mastermind, had someone who lost their passion…for what, we had yet to see. As a result, they set up this killing game…which, in turn, was also a speedrun for how many holes I could fill.

Not that Kyoko knew that bit of information.

Still, the both of us were at least able to walk away knowing a little more than we once did about whoever was the Mastermind…and opened up our eyes to a potential traitor within the group. 

“I might continue searching around some more…but I think that if we keep going around up here, someone might get suspicious.”

As she did with the previous message, Kyoko folded the papers and placed them within her jacket as well. 

“You go ahead of me, Makoto. I’ll follow after you go.”

Understanding, I headed back through the art room and into the third floor hallway once more before making my way back downstairs. I was a little hungry, so I thought I’d make a detour to the cafeteria before nighttime hit…when I was once again grabbed by the arm and dragged into a nearby room. 

Am I really that easy to drag along? Maybe I need to work out some more…aside from bedroom cardio.

After I regained my  bearings, I noticed that once again, I was in the nurse’s office with a group of people. Glancing about, I found that Leon, Aoi, and Celeste’s usual trio was there, as well as Yasuhiro, and now we had the sudden addition of none other than Kiyotaka Ishimaru standing among the group. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the gambler make a hush symbol, likely a reminder to keep shut about the bet we had. The hall monitor briefly looked over in her direction, but she quickly switched her gesture to a wave instead. 

“Good evening, Makoto. As you can see, we have a new member to our party.”, she stated, making a quick gesture over to Taka. “We weren’t going to press about the matter with him, really, but this morning let us know all we needed.”

“It was too much of a tell. At this point, we know for sure- if you don’t appear on time the next morning and another guy isn’t on time either, something went down in between the sheets. We’re looking out for your hits more than actual murders now!”, Aoi comments, looking over at the corner of said hits with raised eyebrows and a nod.

“Now wait just a minute- I would refrain from simply calling us ‘hits’. That has the connotation that we’re doing something scandalous and uncouth!”, Kiyotaka argued, only moments after realizing that there was nothing about what we did that had a clean nor appropriate explanation. 

“Really? So when I asked you earlier-”

“Rather crudely, I might add.”

“-if you and Makoto fucked last night, that wasn’t him hitting it?”, Leon asked with a sly smile on his face.

“Pretty sure that’s the dictionary definition of hitting it.”, Hiro added, before taking out his crystal ball once more. “Hitting it, smacking it, bending it-”

“Yasuhiro!”

Both Hagakure and Celestia looked over at Kiyotaka as he stepped forward and took the crystal from the clairvoyant’s hand.

“If you’re going to be so vulgar in this discussion, I’m going to keep this in my custody! I’m sure you wouldn’t appreciate it if someone looked in on you during a private moment of intimacy.”

The gambler hummed to herself, covering her hand slightly.

“Hm…I admit, I thought he would’ve chilled out a bit if he got some…”

If the prefect would’ve heard that, he probably would’ve gone off, but Yasuhiro was too busy trying to get his crystal ball back for him to notice. 

“Aww, come on man! Besides, the ball doesn’t stop me from seeing things, it just makes me see em more clearly! Please Taka, man! Ya gotta give it back!!”

After a few moments of holding the crystal ball away from Yasuhiro, Kiyotaka opted to put it into his pants pocket, much to the other’s dismay. 

“Now, before we got so horribly sidetracked. I had no reason to lie to Leon- as much as I would like to uphold my image, which I will, I understand that this morning’s absence likely caused this thought to arise.”

Leaning back on one of the counters, he then focused his cherry red eyes onto me. 

“The meaning of this meeting was supposed to be to ask if you were still doing alright- mentally and physically. Being tasked with such a job in order to get this killing game taken away from us must be quite the cross to bear.”

In spite of the chaos from earlier, each of the meeting’s attendees nodded. It was nice to know that my friends still thought about how I was doing after all of this…it only made me more determined to save everyone. Aside from some of the more impure thoughts I’ve had, I had no reason to think any of my classmates were truly bad people…even this Mastermind…this traitor…whoever they may be, I’m sure they could be reasoned with if we tried…

…or maybe that was just wishful thinking…

Still. 

“Yeah…I’m doing alright. Taking care of myself, making sure to practice safety, keeping an eye out for anyone who may wanna kill me, you know. Actually, I was about to get something to eat before this meeting started.”

“Good to hear, man…and hey, if you ever need any help de-stressing…”, Leon offered, much to the girls and Kiyotaka’s ire and Yasuhiro’s amusement.

Not that I was going to turn that offer down anytime soon.

After our meeting for the night, I grabbed a bento from the cafeteria and made my way back to my dorm, well aware that my next box was already available atop my bed. Setting my food off to the side, I felt around a bit, and sure enough, a white, green, and brown box with a light brown bow was waiting for me…

Hm.

Curious, I opened up the box to find the usual gear- a bottle of lube, a golden envelope, a letter, and two condoms, but I also found a very cute and pink negligee along with a matching set of lacy, blue lingerie. A part of me wondered who’d be the one wearing this…

As much as I’d like to see Yasuhiro, Leon, or Kiyotaka in this, I already had them. Maybe I’d be shocked and find out that Hifumi liked putting on this kind of stuff…? Though the size looked too small to fit him…after further inspection, I realized that neither Hifumi nor Byakuya nor Mondo could comfortably fit in this…but it was exactly my size…

Wondering what was in store for me, I decided to read the letter.

“ To my little freak in the sheets,

Wowza! Last night sure was something, wasn’t it? Bet you didn’t think you’d be working with that kind of powerhouse, did you? A part of me was real worried you wouldn’t be able to handle getting premium quality ass like that, especially after finding out he had a dominant streak in the bedroom, but you really took that like a champ. I’m shocked, but damn if I’m not proud of ya, Makoto!

Anyways, as promised, we’re onto the next duo for piping, so read, and read good. You’ve been putting your dick to work lately, so I’ll go ahead and give you a break for this one. Yep, that’s right, buddy. This is the one and only time you get to play pillow princess, so have fun while you can! I even got you some cute clothes so they’ll feel nice and comfortable laying you. Think of it as a good change of pace for the both of you! Besides, something tells me this guy’s really been looking for the opportunity to test a few special things out. Aren’t you so lucky?

Remember that the longer we go, the more difficult your targets will be, so when you approach him, be sure to be as sweet and respectful as possible, lest you scare him off and accidentally trigger a motive!

Sincerely, Your Rock Hard Mastermind~”

They were getting real bold with these messages…still, I had no idea who the next guy was…who’s pillow princess was I expected to be..?

Taking in a breath, I opened up the envelope and revealed a name that frankly… I never thought I’d see.

“ Chihiro Fujisaki ”

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 Chihiro…

…wait, Chihiro?! 

I guess I always suspected there was something different about the meek and skittish programmer, but even after reading his name in the envelope, I felt a decent amount of shock. This entire time, Chihiro was a guy…that explained why he ran away whenever Aoi and Sakura asked if he’d like to swim with them, and the incident earlier…

Wait, no. Anyone would get flustered if they overheard a group of mutual sex havers talking about the sex that they’ve had. That one was on us. 

Regardless, the Mastermind, whoever they were…they explicitly stated that they wanted me to let Chihiro take the reins this time. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, and I didn’t know if I was really going to enjoy it or not. Granted, there were currently three guys who could attest that despite my height and size being fairly coded for “bottom material”, I had a personal preference towards sticking my dick in tight, warm places rarely seen by the outside world, with my levels of dominance fully dependent on who was getting spit roasted at the time. Maybe Chihiro was the same?

Carefully setting my skimpy new outfit aside, I sat back onto my bed and opened up my dinner.

Chicken skewers? How ironic. 

Taking the first couple of bites, I thought about what it’d be like once I’d successfully convinced Chihiro to sleep with me…if I could even convince him, that was. After all, I couldn’t just walk up to him and say “Hey, I know you’re a guy, what’s that penis do?”. I could only imagine why he’d be keeping his gender a secret, and chances were that the reason was very close and personal. I’d gotten very “lucky” the last few times with the guys more or less finding out on their own terms and agreeing to go for it, but even with that logic in line, my luck is sketchy at best- Yasuhiro thought I was an alien, Leon wanted to help me out because I couldn’t hide my erection one time, and Kiyotaka basically stumbled across everything before I could put it up.

I failed to see how some sort of chance encounter like that would happen with the programmer, especially one that took care of the whole knowing that deep secret dilemma and the needing to screw to survive scenario in one fell swoop…but if this was my supposed destiny as the Ultimate Hope, maybe the universe would put something together for me. 

Once I’d finished my skewers, I’d moved on to the side dishes, though my mind was still filled with thoughts of what may or may not happen. Perhaps being sweet and gentle with my approach would be the best way to go? Or maybe I could say that I saw his secret from the second discarded motive…but that’d be a pretty obvious lie since all the envelopes were destroyed before anyone could read the information any of them had. I also thought about somehow twisting a conversation in order to get him to confess to me, but discarded the notion almost immediately- I couldn’t manipulate the sweet, innocent computer genius like that! I might be a nasty dog, but I’m not a monster. 

Looking down at my dinner one last time, I found a small square of cheesecake as dessert. A whole dinner, and I still had no clue what my plan of action would be…not even the fluffy, creamy treat made me feel any better about the situation. Even so, there was nothing I could do to prevent or avoid it- I’d just have to sleep on it tonight and go for it tomorrow. Maybe it’d come to me in a dream, or Yasuhiro could slip me a piece of paper that says what I do…

After gathering up and discarding my trash, I got myself comfortable and tucked into my bed. I’d have something tomorrow…or so I’d hope.

I woke up the next morning with a sense of dread over my being. Not only did I fail to come up with an adequate plan to get the balls slapping, I’d had a nightmare that my slip up actually caused the next motive to be real. It wasn’t anything like when I’d first began- now that people knew what I was doing, the pressure was on to get results or die trying. Literally. 

Stretching up to the sky, a hefty yawn left from the pit of my stomach. Restless night aside, I had to get going for the day. Maybe a brisk, cold shower, a grab-and-go breakfast, and a quick trip to the gym after the meeting would get my energy back up, despite the fact that I didn’t care for cold showers and with the exception of the first day, I hadn’t stepped foot into the gym, but if I didn’t wake myself up, I was going to spend precious time in bed all by myself. 

I’d expected the morning to go smoothly as it usually had (or as smoothly as it could go with the threat of a killing game hanging directly over our heads), and for the most part, it did. An icy shower had jolted some of the tired energy from my being, and the banana I swiped from the kitchen was light but satisfying; all I had to do now was see about getting some gym time after our inevitable morning meeting, which went as it usually did (Kiyotaka discussing any updates, most everyone nodding or humming in response, and me not paying attention enough to recall what the important discussion points were). As soon as we released, I made my way down the long hallways and into the gymnasium. 

Since we’d only just gotten the okay to leave from the cafeteria, I was the first one to arrive at the gym, giving me plenty of time to do a few stretches by myself. From the stretches to a few sit ups…sit ups to push ups…I even felt like doing a run.

Maybe my nighttime cardio had given me some more stamina.

At least, I would’ve done the run…if the morning didn’t take a turn for the…

…surprisingly horny.

Unsurprisingly, this shift took place as a certain prefect made his way into the gymnasium. 

“Ah Makoto! I had no idea you enjoyed the occasional workout!”

Having just pushed into the upward position of my last push up, I snapped my head towards Taka’s voice and good lord-

Even though I’d seen him naked before (twice), it was always a treat when Kiyotaka chose to wear something other than his usual uniform. In this case, it was your standard workout fare, a white t-shirt with shorts that covered about a third of his thigh as well as crew socks and sneakers. It wasn’t like he was wearing anything particularly tight or incredibly revealing, but he didn’t need to- the definition of his muscles were on display, and damn it, that was enough for me.

I must’ve been staring too hard, evidenced when the other male’s jaunty, sweet smile switched to a curious grin. 

“You’re rather quiet this morning, Makoto. Like something’s been distracting you.”

My heart suddenly quickened in pace, and I had to do everything within my power to not fall over or let my arms give out. 

“Distracted? Nah, no, I’ve just got a lot on my mind today.”

Not a lie, actually. In order to avoid any sort of mishap, I lowered myself back onto the ground and rolled onto my back.

“Did I interrupt your gym time? I’m sorry if I di-”

Before I could finish my statement, Kiyotaka’s sneakers squeaked across the floors, his feet a considerably small distance away from my head. As I redirected my vision to glance up at him, I noticed I could see right up the legs of the shorts, allowing just the slightest tempting peek of-

“You do know my eyes are up here, don’t you?”

Shit. 

“Or was the thing on your mind other forms of physical activity? Beyond what one might do in a gym environment, of course.”

I couldn’t help but feel my face as it began to turn pink from being read like a children’s storybook. That one bit of detail exposed my thoughts right to the prefect…but unlike any other time where he’d be liable to scold someone for such crude behavior, it seemed like he was more inclined to indulge in a bit of fun.

“That isn’t to say it couldn’t take place in a gym at some point. So long as the proper precautions are taken, you could make any place fit to get a good workout .”

After that statement, he offered a hand to help me up- and who would I be to not accept? With the other man’s assistance, I’d gotten right onto my knees, a perfect position to look up and catch sight of the other’s face as his expressions shifted from curious to mischievous. 

“Regardless of that fact, you do know that letting your mind wander off with thoughts like that is indecent! Scandalous! One might even say…naughty. It’d be breaking all known rules about public decency!”

A hand then reached down and grasped me by my chin, nails digging into my skin with just enough pressure to leave a mark but not cause any damage, before pushing my head up in order to get my light brown eyes to meet up with his crimson ones. 

“You just might have to deal with the consequences.”

Maybe this was the distraction I needed in order to refocus on how I was going to approach Chihiro…

Granted, it wasn’t that I was completely desperate for something- it had only been one night since my last venture into the depths of someone else’s caverns- but the stress relief would be a net positive. 

“Consequences? So early in the morning..?”, I asked, knowing damn well I didn’t care about the time of day it was. 

“And why not?”, the other countered, “We’ve got all day.”

I was about to make an absolutely diabolical remark when I heard another person enter the gym, effectively interrupting what Taka and I were starting to do. 

“Well, well, well, look at what we have here.”

Oh, it was only Leon, presumably also at the gym to work out. He knew pretty much everything at this point, but that didn't stop the moral compass from getting flustered.

“And in the gym too. Shameful.”, the ginger commented, though the enamored look on his face stated otherwise. Kiyotaka had then opened his mouth to speak, but the all-star waved his hand as a gesture to shut him up.

“And before you go talking about the rules or whatever, don’t try to come up with an excuse as to why the two of you are positioned like that. There’s no ‘innocent’ explanation you could give me that I’d believe.”

Frustrated and defeated, the prefect let me go in order to focus on the other man.

“Alright, fine. Arguing the point seems to be useless, but I can assure you that my original intentions were to do a morning workout, as I have every day since we were first trapped here. Unlike certain people here who actually have no shame, I was not actively seeking an opportunity for personal pleasures.”

Now crossing his arms, Leon confidently strode around Kiyotaka, like a lion prancing around to surmise the confidence and audacity of his next victim. 

“Just admit that when you saw Makoto in here all alone, your personal instincts kicked in and you wanted to get a second helping of what you did a few nights back. You can act all high and mighty if you want to, but you’re no different from me.”

As I would’ve expected, Taka doesn’t waver or back down from the other’s suggestive comments, even matching the energy that Leon brought to the table. I decided to get up at this point- this was slowly becoming a battle of testosterone that I didn’t want to be a part of, if not for my sanity, then for the sake of keeping the thing between my legs out of the equation. 

“Really? You consider me to be like yourself? And how, exactly, do you mean?”, the brunette inquired, doing his best to not raise his voice and cause more attention to be turned towards the gym. “Are you suggesting that I’m some sort of sexual deviant?”

“Not suggesting. I’m saying you are.”

Leon could tell he was getting on Kiyotaka’s nerves, couldn’t he? The vein in his forehead was seconds from bursting, and the punk was actively making a point to push his button even further.

“I’m nothing of the sort! I figure you’d have the mental capacity to realize that regardless of my everyday life, I have my own needs and desires.”

With that statement, he pokes a finger into Leon’s chest. 

“Though now, I’m positive you’ve got no idea how to differentiate between what’s acceptable behavior and what isn’t.”

At this point, the prefect seemed to be playing right into the baseball star’s hand. As soon as his finger connected with the skin, Leon grasped it himself, moving to push his fingers apart and hold his hand in a sudden moment of intimacy within the heated encounter.

“Ouch. Yanno, that really hurts my feelings…but if you think I’m really that bad off, you should teach me how to behave. Isn’t that what the Ultimate Moral Compass is supposed to do?”

“Yes, I keep up the rules and inner workings of civilian life in order to make a better society.”

My eyes shifted to their held hands as Kiyotaka suddenly squeezed Leon’s hand harshly.

“If I didn’t know any better, you don’t want me to better society. You want me to better you.” 

The athlete looks at his hand, now red from the grip, then coughed awkwardly. This little slip up just cost him his leverage.

“Ah, so that’s your play here! And here I was, getting worked up over everything you’d been saying. You’re just trying to get under my skin so you can get under my clothes! Strange tactic, I will say.”

With that exclamation out of the way, Leon’s hand is dropped and Kiyotaka’s confidence is through the roof.

“Instead of going to shame me, you should’ve been honest from the start! Are we not men capable of discussing our needs?”

“I..uh…shit, man…”

I probably should’ve warned Leon in hindsight, but it was his own fault for trying to overpower Kiyotaka Ishimaru of all people. 

“Regardless! This conversation must be put on hold. I admit, it was my fault for getting distracted, but we’ve already wasted precious workout time.”

The gym doors then opened once more, causing all of our heads to turn and face the person that just came in. Thank goodness Kiyotaka decided to pause the less than tasteful conversation we were having, because Mondo had just entered in and he was one of the few guys who wasn’t in the loop about everything (yet). 

There were a couple of seconds that passed between us looking at him and him looking at us before he finally said, “...fuck ‘re yall starin’ at? Dude can’t come to work out in the gym anymore?”

“Nah, that ain’t it,” Leon stated, still having a trace of a blush left on his face. “We were all about to workout together anyways.”

Disappointingly, we actually did workout together. 

An actual workout, not a four way. 

My stamina might’ve improved a bit in the past few days, but I was nowhere near as built or strong as the other guys there, and that started showing once we’d begun to do laps around the gym’s perimeter. I started falling behind fairly fast, and I needed to catch my breath more often than the trio that was keeping up fairly well with one another. 

All of them, running together…chests bouncing with each step…

…what the hell is wrong with me?

“They really do look great, don’t they..?”

“Yeah they- huh?”

At some point, Chihiro entered the gym, carrying a duffel bag and wearing a gym uniform with a jacket tied in the front. He’d been so quiet that neither myself nor the guys still doing laps around the gym noticed his arrival. 

“Woah-! Sorry for being shocked.”

“No, you’re fine…”, the programmer said, hands fiddling with the straps of the bag. “I..didn’t want to make a big deal about coming in since it looked like you were already in the middle of the workout.”

Perhaps this was my opportunity?

“Knowing those three, they might go for another hour or so. I was working out with them myself, but I got tired after a couple of laps…but I’m rested now. Wanna join back in with me?”

It was a split second, but I could see Chihiro’s eyes light up with excitement. 

“S-sure! I’ve been meaning to workout more, but I’ve…struggled finding the right time to do so.”

As Chihiro and I made our way back to the group, the trio ceased running. 

“Hey, I didn’t know you were into being active,” Leon was the first to say, waving over to the both of us. “Though I don’t remember you ever coming to workout here before.”

Setting his duffel bag down, Chihiro replied “It’s actually my first time working out! I’d just told Makoto, but I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.”

Watching as Kiyotaka did a few post-run stretches, the programmer moved to do the same, making sure to watch and follow along with each movement. The only one of us that didn’t seem as open to the idea of Chihiro working out with all of us was Mondo.

“Wait a sec. I know we’re all workin’ out together ‘n it’s better ta have a lotta people ta watch ya, but- ‘n no offense to ya, Chihiro- wouldn’t it look wrong havin’ four guys n’ a chick workin’ out together?”

He then looked over to the programmer. “Again, no offense to ya. I’d say th’ same if it was Sakura workin’ out with us.”

I was about to speak up for Chihiro, but quickly realized that for very obvious reasons, I couldn’t. That didn’t stop Kiyotaka and Leon from chiming in, however. 

“Well- even though your concerns are valid, I feel the safety aspect greatly outweighs the fact that Chihiro’s… female. I know that no one has had any sort of motive to kill, but wouldn’t it be better to stay as a group?”, the moral compass asked, with the all-star stating “Yeah, besides, it ain’t like we’re gonna do anything that’ll make them feel uncomfortable.”

The biker grunted and scratched at the back of his neck.

“I dunno…guess whatever Chihiro’s most comfortable with.”

The three then directed their attention to Chihiro, who nodded his head at Mondo’s statement.

“I’m comfortable as long as you all are..!”

Resuming our cardio, I realized that there was the slightest chance that Yasuhiro’s uncharacteristically accurate crystal ball predictions likely came in sometime yesterday, and there was a fairly good chance that the clairvoyant had gone blabbing about it to the other two of us who were in the know. Of course Mondo had no clue at the moment and Chihiro probably would’ve brought it up by now if Yasuhiro told him, but Leon and Taka were fairly quick to defend the other…

…maybe I was reading way too into it and trying to distract myself from the fact that my muscles were burning.

 A few hours had passed and we’d finally been able to take a break from all of the exercise we’d done. Chihiro and I had to hobble off to the sides of the gym in order to slump against the walls and build our strength back up, but from where we sat, we’d gotten a fairly good show from the other three.

Mondo had taken a bottle of water he’d brought earlier on and unscrewed the cap, taking a few large gulps before accidentally letting the rest splash over his hot and sweaty form. The droplets of water trickled over each muscle and soaked into the shirt he’d worn, causing him to grumble at the fact that his shirt was now dripping wet.

“Damn it…gonna have ta wash that later..”

Getting uncomfortable from the feeling of the soggy clothes on his skin, the biker opted to remove the shirt entirely, letting his rippling form be revealed in full for the first time.

Thank goodness I was there to witness it.

There was the occasional twitch of the muscles in his pecs, paired with the fact that he was practically glistening in the fluorescent gym lighting due to the water/sweat being swiped along his top half just right. 

I was glad I wasn’t the only one ogling, because when I was able to peel my eyes away for a bit, I caught a glimpse of Leon, Kiyotaka, and even Chihiro doing the exact same thing. I couldn’t quite tell what exactly it was that Chihiro was thinking about, but the baseball star’s whistle and the prefect’s move to get a closer look spoke for them.

“Well- I knew you’d kept good care of your form, but I didn’t think it was this well cared for…”, Kiyotaka remarked, “That isn’t to say I presumed you lacked a proper workout regimen. Anyone could tell through your clothes.”

“Eh? That right..?”, Mondo asked, appearing to fluster slightly from the compliment, “I guess I do. Nothin’ like you though- I was kinda shocked ta see ya weren’t a twig when I walked in here earlier.”

Laughing boisterously, it seemed Kiyotaka had absolutely no problem with whipping off his shirt right after and showing off his own chiseled pecs and abs.

“The best way to uphold the rules is to uphold your own body! Having excellent stamina and strength is a must!”

He then puffed his chest out, causing the four of us to look directly at his dark pink nipples. 

After all, they were right there. He was standing in a pose that had practically said “Behold! My titties!”.

I’d already seen them before, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to get even more of a look. 

As for the three of us that hadn’t seen them before, there wasn’t a face among them that wasn’t absolutely pink. I noticed Chihiro had broken out in a heavy sweat, eyes flickering from Mondo’s chest to Kiyotaka’s…and now to Leon’s.

He’d taken his shirt off with a little less flourish, but according to him, “Well, if we’re all just gonna compare back and forth, I might as well.”. Despite this, I already knew well enough that Leon’s chest was nothing to scoff at either- given his ultimate talent concerned his athleticism, it was only right that his upper body was sculpted enough to have a nice, tempting bit of definition. Both Mondo and Kiyotaka appeared impressed, and Chihiro had gone from being pink to beet red.

It was as though the pec pantheon had just graced us with their presence. The trifecta of tit. The best of the breast. A feast for the eyes only rarely seen by myself and now Chihiro- who’d just scrambled his way to the door and left the gym in a flash. 

Wait what-

Snapping out of the tiddy trance, I stood up, stumbled because my legs were still a little weak, and made my way out of the gym. After I had gotten out of the doors, I noticed the programmer was way swifter than he looked, as I only caught a brief glance at his light brown hair fluttering around the corner. 

As I was putting my strength into moving, I had no energy to call out for him- just follow and hope I didn’t lose him or run into anyone along the way. I’d trailed him from the trophy room, down the halls, and around the corners until I’d finally seen him enter the storage room and shut the door behind them. 

I couldn’t imagine why he’d run off like that. Could seeing all of the bare chests in the gym make him anxious? I’d hate if that actually ended up being the case…

Taking a few deep breaths, I regathered my strength and entered the general storage room, careful not to make a sound. Going by ear, I tiptoed my way to where Chihiro was…he’d sounded so soft…so conflicted…as though he was about to cry.

I’d already begun to prepare a set of words for him in order to console him, but once I finally spotted where he was amid all the boxes and items, I froze in place.

It wasn’t that he was sobbing, or even looked like he’d entertained the thought of bawling. 

There wasn’t any mistaking what I was currently witnessing. 

Chihiro was in the back of the storage room, fully erect, and jerking off. 

Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination- there were a few unopened boxes he was sitting on, angled away enough to not see where I stood but still turned enough that I could see he was in that special category of guys whose height and size were given to other things .

I had to think back to the time he’d left the pool in a rush and the time he’d left from the group in the cafeteria. Was this what he was hiding all this time..? It had to be- there was no way his skirt was going to be able to obscure a monster like that, much less a pair of loose fitting gym shorts. 

Still…there was something so enthralling about watching him thrust up into his hand the way he did. Though he was so small and cute, he had a very feral quality about his movements, his gasping and panting in between a sign that the sight he’d gotten earlier gave him plenty of imagery to work with. 

After a few more thrusts, I watched as his member started to drip heavy with precum, and from there, he’d bitten his lower lip and let his eyes squeeze shut. The final movements were deep and heavy in rhythm, causing him to spill cum into his hand and onto the floor. His body twitched just a little bit from the rush of pleasure, but given he was in a relatively public place, he couldn’t bask in the afterglow for long. Shaking off the sensation, Chihiro quickly shifted to grab some tissues he’d had off to the side in order to clean up his mess, then pulled up his underwear and shorts.

I didn’t know why I didn’t take the time to leave while I still could, but it took almost zero time for Chihiro to catch me staring right at him. This time, the fluster that covered both of our faces was that of embarrassment. 

“Makoto-! Oh gosh- you-you saw everything didn’t you?”, he asked, tears started to prick in his eyes as his grip on the tissues increased. “You- you saw that I- I-”

“...yeah. I saw everything, but- I don’t care-! Really! I was just concerned about seeing you run from the gym so suddenly, and I’d uh…found you here.”

That explanation did nothing to stop him from crying. Cha cha real smooth, Makoto Naegi.

“No, I get it…I should’ve said something, but I couldn’t bring myself to…I knew I was weak, but I didn’t think I’d get so overwhelmed…”

He sniffled a bit, using his sleeve to dry his tears up.

“This wasn’t the way I’d ever thought anyone would find out…”

With a reassuring smile, I stepped up a bit. 

“Well…if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think any different of you for being a guy…and if you ever need any help with anything, even that…I don’t mind.”

Although he was still crying, Chihiro still turned to look at me, just to see if I was joking or not. 

“That’s nice of you to say but… um…”

He paused to wipe a few more tears away from his face. 

“I…I don’t think I could accept it. Not that I find you repulsive, but…I don’t really feel we’d be compatible. I know I dress like a girl, but I don’t like the idea of…”

Starting to become flustered again, he opted to make a few crude gestures. “I don’t …like the idea of having things…go….go inside me.”

So he was the same kind of guy as me…

Luckily, this didn’t bother me at all.

“I never said you had to…yanno…get things put inside of you. You could always…put things inside of me.”, I offered, making a few hand gestures that complimented the ones Chihiro just made. 

He caught on to what I meant rather quickly, almost stunned that I’d even offered myself up in the first place.

“You mean it..? You’d actually…let me be..uh…the-the  top?”, he asked, more so to confirm what I’d just stated. 

Of course, I nod back. Even if it wasn’t a requirement by Monokuma and the Mastermind, I’d still be willing to do so if it meant Chihiro would be able to feel the same level of satisfaction. 

“Woah…”

The shorter brunette was making no effort to hide the fact that he was heavily considering taking me up on the offer then and there- not that I was against such a thing from happening, but given how easy it was for me to catch Chihiro in the act, the storage room wasn’t exactly the best place to get it on. 

“Okay…um…I’m not gonna say no…but I need a minute. Do you…do you mind? I’ll send you a message once I’m ready.”, he finally inquired after drawing in a deep breath. 

“Of course. Take as much time as you need, as long as you’re comfortable…!”

Take as much time as you need…what was I thinking?

Currently, I was laying on my bed, the nighttime curfew having only passed by a couple of minutes. The last time I’d even come across Chihiro was the day that I’d caught him in the storage room. Not only did we not end up doing anything that night, but an entire day and a half had passed since then, leaving only one more day for us to get it going before the time limit was up and the Mastermind decided to unleash the motive on us. Maybe I should’ve mentioned that we were in a time crunch here…

…still. I’d be an awful person to rush Chihiro’s decision, right? It’s hypocritical of me to suddenly think about the morality in all of this, but I couldn’t help it. It was just the fact that it was the only guy smaller than I was…er, shorter than I was. Obviously, he’d be able to handle himself and his decision, but I still felt a level of guilt for being the one that’d eventually deflower such a kindhearted individual.

I turned about on the mattress, looking at the lingerie set laying right next to me. I’d laid it out just in case I’d gotten a message earlier in the day, but…nothing. A part of me wanted to just put it on for fun, but I decided against it, not wanting to ruin the set before Chihiro finally sent a message through. 

….

But what harm could wearing it now do? After all, I was in the safety of my own dorm, and it wasn’t like I was gonna go soliciting other guys while wearing it. 

Giving in to the temptation, I began shedding my clothes in favor of the bra, panties, and negligee. As the note I’d gotten with my box stated before, the garments were made to fit me, paper flat body and all. It’d taken me a second to figure out how to put them on exactly, especially with figuring out the straps for the bra portion, but I’d finally gotten the skimpy bits of clothing hooked up and covered with the sheer, pink, extremely low cut nightgown on top. 

I was just about to look at how everything fit in the mirror, when I heard a sound at the door. It was quiet and swift, nothing at all like a knock. After a moment of observing my surroundings, I found that whoever was at the door wasn’t knocking at all- rather, they’d just passed a note through the gap between the bottom of the door and the top of the flooring. 

Once I was sure the deliverer of the note had left, I made my way over to where it laid, taking note of how nice the fabric felt as I moved. It was soft…buttery even…

This might just awaken something in me. 

Just my luck, when I’d retrieved the letter, it had the exact words I wanted to read:

“Come to the Physics Lab on Floor 3 as soon as you get this. I’m ready. - C.F.”

Maybe not exactly the words I wanted to read- I had no earthly idea what the hell he needed to set up in the physics lab, but at this point, I had no reason nor room to kinkshame anybody. Especially when I’d done things in both the AV Room and one of the classrooms.

Since I was already dolled up in the outfit from the box, I figured it’d make a fun surprise if Chihiro got to unwrap the more fun bits, so I put my regular clothes on over the sexier ones and grabbed my  necessary supplies. Afterwards, I exited my room carefully and tipped my way through the halls and up the stairs. Thankfully, everyone else was abiding by our self-imposed nighttime rule, leaving only myself to maneuver around the darkened corridors.

There were several things running through my mind as I did so, mainly wondering why the physics lab was chosen of all places. Perhaps it was the perfect place for getting physical? Would the soundproofing allow us to hear each other’s bodies talk? We could even get animalistic…

Either way, I wasn’t entirely prepared for what would await me when I opened the doors to the lab. 

One of the gurneys from the nurse’s office had been brought up to the lab, with the arm and leg stirrups already added and positioned. An innocent eye might see this as something a student might be working on in the lab, maybe working on getting a proper setup for a patient or the like, but in my filthy mind, I only saw a makeshift BDSM style apparatus- a bed fit with all the restraints a kinky individual could ask for. Chihiro himself wasn’t too far away from the setup, having a couple of his computers set up along with a few more things I couldn’t quite see from the entrance of the lab. He was diligently typing away at the keyboard, only popping his head up from the screen to get a look over at me. 

“Whew…you got my message.”

Even though we both knew what was going to go down that night, Chihiro had still flushed bright pink. I could only imagine what was going through his mind at this point. 

“Sorry for taking so long to get back to you. I had to get everything put together…I probably could’ve asked somebody to help me, but I think I’d freeze up on the spot if someone asked what I was gathering all of this stuff for. I even had to wait till night time yesterday to bring in the gurney so I could get through the halls and use the elevator…”

“Wait…we have an elevator..?”, I asked, even though the fact that we had an elevator was the lowest ranked of things on my mind at the moment. 

“You didn’t know..? I’m not shocked…There’s a really big elevator a few steps down from the AV Room. I didn’t think it had any use, but Monokuma popped out from the walls and told me it worked just fine- he just forgot to tell us about it. We can use it to get up to floors two and three, but the buttons for the higher floors are missing. I think…Monokuma’ll add them as he opens up the school to us.”, Chihiro explained.

“Ah…good ol’ Monokuma…”, I muttered under my breath before refocusing the subject. “So…what’s all of this for?”

The programmer was only confused for a brief second, realizing what I meant as soon as he looked back to the computers. 

“O-oh..! I hope you don’t mind, but I wasn’t going to get another opportunity like this. You see…I’m making a program for…things like this. Mainly for people who get lonely or don’t have anyone to…do it with. I don’t have a full name for it yet, but I’ve nicknamed it the Pleasure Protocol. It’s still in its beginning stages, but one day, I’ll be able to develop into a virtual reality experience. Take a look.”

Even though I knew virtually nothing about computers and software development, I walked around Chihiro’s workstation to get a look at what he was making. As I expected, it made little sense to me and I couldn’t entirely figure out what each of the monitors were for, but one phrase did look familiar to me. 

START TEST?

> YES  NO

“...Start test..?”

“That’s what I need your help with…”

Chihiro wrung his hands a bit, avoiding eye contact with me as he found the words to explain the nature behind his testing.

“You see, in order to make the experience as…accurate…as possible, I need to gather sensory data from an actual person. It’s nothing invasive! Just…capturing your body’s reaction to certain sensations and feelings with a little patch that I place on different parts of your skin. It turns the recording of the physical information into code I can work with.”

After a moment of searching, Chihiro produced a small box full of the little tech stickers. They were transparent, save for a little white sensor button in the middle and a set of letters and numbers that I presumed were for noting where the stickers should be placed. 

“I was going to do it on myself, but I didn’t think that I’d get as accurate results as I would with another person. You don’t mind…do you?”

Quickly, I shook my head no. If there was anyone here that’d be a great candidate to gather data for a sexy program, it’d be me. 

“I don’t mind at all! You’ll probably have to help me get set up, though.”

My confirmation of consent seemed to be a breath of fresh air for the programmer, as I could see a lot of the stress visibly leave his body. 

“Okay..! But first, we should make sure that everything’s functioning properly. We can start with something simple, like…”

He paused his speech momentarily in order to check through the box and take out two of the patches, holding them in one hand.

“...like kissing. These patches are meant to go on our tongues. If the system starts taking in data after I activate them, then everything’s working fine.”

The shorter male then caressed my face with his free hand, his thumb parting my lips just barely. 

“Do you…would you mind if I put it on you..?”

Obediently, I complied, opening my mouth up and sticking my tongue out over my bottom lip. My heart quickened in pace as I felt Chihiro’s thumb and index finger press at either corner of my mouth in order to hold it open just a bit wider.

“There…just like that…”, he instructed with a small whisper as he moved his hand to peel the back off from the tongue patch and carefully, delicately place it right on the center of the soft, wet muscle. I kept my mouth open for him the entire time, watching with a cautious delight as his dainty fingers moved to seal the edges down and press the small button atop the sensor. 

When he was done placing the patch on my tongue, he moved to do the same thing to his, then went over to the monitors to start the program. There was a look about him- one of those looks that said, “I can’t believe I’m about to do this” , before shaking off some of the nerves and placing both hands on my shoulders to pull me in for a kiss.

Chihiro was nervous, shaking as our lips pressed together for the first time. In order to lessen the tension, I placed my arms around his shoulders, one hand gently running through his light brown hair. He’d broken away for a moment, just to take a quick breath, before pressing his lips to mine once again. I’d noticed this time was less anxious, a bit more confident in what he was doing. He pulled back, just one more time, before joining our mouths together with an even bolder confidence than the previous two attempts. This time, instead of pulling away, he opened his mouth and licked across the spot where my own lips were meant to part, a wordless inquiry to be let in. 

I complied, turning my head just a bit so our lips would stay together as we mixed our tongues. I couldn’t feel the patch move or get pushed from its spot, which left more room in my mind to melt into the kiss even further. The usual silence of the lab was quickly filled with our breaths and moans, and being two floors above everyone else gave us the luxury of being as vocal as we liked. 

Eventually, the both of us pulled away, a thin, glistening line connecting our mouths like a spider that’d begun to spin a web. Chihiro’s hair was already becoming unkempt from my fingers running through it, and the expression he wore was something I’d likely been the first to ever get a glimpse of. Sure, he was flustered, but he didn’t look meek in the slightest. He looked…hungry…like he couldn’t wait to get more of me. 

I felt my legs twitch at the idea, and the heat slowly began to pool in my body the longer I gazed at him.

In order to calm himself down a bit, he broke our mutual stare to glance at the computer monitors. Thankfully, everything had been recorded and captured by the machines, though the only phrases I could really recognize were “Oral/Oral Stimulation” and “Speed/Pace” in the jumble of code lines and the peaks and valleys representing the movements of our tongues. 

“It works perfectly…you know what this means, right Makoto..?”, Chihiro asked, though quickly after placed his arms around my waist and pulled me flush to his body. 

“We can continue…! Without any interruptions…”

We wasted no time in moving from behind the counter to the gurney. Since it was on its lowest elevation level, I was able to sit down and be right at Chihiro’s level. He’d brought the rest of the patches over and set them close to where I was, before taking a quick breath and starting to remove my clothes. I’d let him slide off my jacket and blazer, knowing well enough I’d had on a little more underneath. 

I couldn’t even help but smile as the programmer’s hands touched the bottom edge of my shirt and managed to get the slightest feel of the incredibly sheer fabric. Curiosity soon took over, and Chihiro’s hands began to wander up to feel just how much of the fabric there was. He’d stopped right at the underside of the bra, noticing the difference between the feel of the negligee and the feel of the lace. 

The pink in his face began to deepen even further as his hands went over my chest, only pausing his movements to take hold of the bottom of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. After the top portion was revealed, he quickly moved to do the same to my shoes, socks, and pants. I could hear as his breathing hastened and see as a very specific pleat in his cute skirt formed a noticeable curve where there normally wouldn’t be. 

Once I and the skimpy clothing I had on were revealed, Chihiro took a moment to step back and get a nice look all at once. A part of me felt shy, a little anxious to be seen in such a way by somebody else…but another part of me felt a rush of excitement. If I wasn’t careful, I’d get used to feeling like this.

As Chihiro’s hazel eyes kept scanning me over, I leaned back and placed a hand on top of my own stiffening erection, tracing over the tip in circles through the negligee and the panties. 

“Are you gonna get off by standing there and looking at me the whole time, or are you gonna make use of my body?”

The programmer then blinked rapidly, my crude remark breaking him out of his trance. 

“Right..!”

Even though his eyes were glued to me, Chihiro was still able to remove his own clothes, leaving his entire body bare to me.

Including his ample equipment. 

Now that it was so plainly in view…it didn’t look out of place on the smaller male. A little shocking maybe, but the way his neatly kept pubic hair led down to the base and how the prominent vein curved around the shaft so carefully…compared to my own, he was definitely longer and thicker, but it still had a quality of being cute in a way. 

Kind of like how rabbits and bunnies are cute, despite being incredibly sexual creatures. 

My eyes wandered back up from Chihiro’s penis, catching a glimpse of him as he rifled through the sensors once again. This time, he’d taken out a couple at once with his right hand and set the box down near my left side. One by one, he’d taken a sticker from the small bunch he had, delicately peeled off the back, and pressed them along different parts of his body- his neck, his chest, that little bit of skin under the navel and above his groin. 

After he’d applied all the sensors for himself, he began to do the same to me. Each time one was about to be placed however, he made sure to lick and gently bite the spot before placing the patch right where the hickey was bound to form. 

One on my neck…

One on my collarbone, right above my chest…

One slipped ever so close to the top of my groin…

And an extra one he kissed before placing it right on the small of my back. 

“That should be all of them.”, he mused as he absentmindedly started to pull the blue lace off my hips. “I hope I didn’t keep you too long. I could tell you were getting…”

His hand then ghosted over the front of the panties, the only thing between his palm and the head of my dick being the thin fabric. 

“...very…very…excited. You’re…so eager for me, aren’t you..?”

He then leaned forward to nibble on one of my ears, pulling the panties about mid thigh in the meantime. 

“You..uh…really want me to put it deep inside you, don’t you, Makoto..?”, he whispered into my ear after the fact, causing my breath to hitch and my thighs to squeeze together.

“You don’t need to answer. Your body just did it for you.”

I felt his hand go behind my head and tip it down, showing me how my cock was twitching and leaking from excitement- and we hadn’t even done anything yet. Keeping my head in place with that one hand, Chihiro then used his other hand to hold mine, guiding both to wrap around both our members and press them together. 

“Hah…”, I gasped, letting my legs open just a touch more. “I guess I am…but you’re the one that made me so eager…”

Even though he was the one in the dominating position, Chihiro still couldn’t help but blush at my comment. 

“You…”, he briefly uttered, starting to move our hands up and down our shafts, “...you’re really…”

There was a sudden jerk of his hips, thrusting upwards and causing his member to glide right up the side of mine. 

“I’m really…?”, I inquired, starting to move my hips to match his. 

The brunette delicately bit his lower lip as his hips shifted again, the friction and warmth between us only getting more intense. 

“You’re really…good at this…being a tease, I mean. Wearing that outfit…saying those words…”, he admitted before leaning forward to quickly kiss me again. “I wouldn’t have ever expected you to be so…promiscuous.”

It was at this particular moment I remembered that I had yet to explain the whole “We get out of the killing game if I bed every guy” plotline I was currently on to the programmer. I’d had my fair share of promiscuous moments in the past week alone. 

“Same goes for you. You’re really bold, you know.”

“..huh..?”

I felt a slick and wet warmth start to coat our hands, a sign we’d both gotten close to climax. 

“We could’ve done this in a dorm room…you didn’t have to bring up a gurney…and the fact that anyone could have caught you at any time…yet you were determined to fulfill this need. The fantasy…you’ve got a secret side to you, just like me. It’s really cute...”

At that moment I heard Chihiro make a small, shocked exclamation- as if I hit the nail on the head. 

I don’t know why I expected an equally soft action to follow. At this point, I should’ve known that once you awaken a freak, there’s only one thing you can do. 

Match them.

I couldn’t tell who exactly was influencing who- or if we’d been feeding off each other equally- but just when I thought I couldn’t be surprised anymore, I felt Chihiro move his hands and pull me down, bending me in the perfect position to line the tip of his cock to my lips and shove it inside. He hadn’t pushed hard enough to trigger my gag reflex, but it was deep enough to force my tongue down and get the heavy taste sensation of precum and salty flesh on my palate. 

“Don’t…don’t call me cute while we’re here..!”

He pulled out just slightly before thrusting back in again, a little bit deeper than before.

“You should call me something more…fitting…like uh…”

After thinking it over a bit, he tilted my head up to face him. 

“Like…Master! I’d like to be called Master…if you’re alright with that, I mean. If you aren’t comfortable with it, I can come up with something else..!”

I tried to give a response, but it was difficult to articulate with a mouth full of dick. 

“Oh-! Sorry…”

Getting the hint, he pulled out of my mouth for a moment. I had to cough a bit in order to clear my throat, but right after, I placed one of my hands around Chihiro’s shaft.

“You don’t need to apologize…Master.”, I replied, giving the tip a kiss, “Um…would you like to…fuck my mouth…Master..?”

It took little time for him to thrust back into the warm, soft insides of my mouth. Just being called by his new title had him spill a heavy load of precum down my throat, but I still held my position as he gripped my hair and began to pound hard enough to touch the little dangly thing that swings in the back of my throat.

The roughness of the motions and the hair pulling made a tingle run down my spine and detour right to my own privates, and it only took a couple of harsh, desperate thrusts to make me cum across the Physics Lab floor. Chihiro wasn’t too far behind me, just keeping my head in place as he’d gotten off. With a particularly forceful tug of my head, I felt his length nearly go down my throat, and moments later, the programmer cried out and filled my mouth up with hot, white fluid.

After riding out his orgasm, Chihiro pulled out of my mouth, giving me the chance to swallow down everything, despite the growing soreness I’d begun to feel. 

“Ah…thank you, Master…”

I directed my gaze up to meet with the brunette’s, locking my eyes with his. I could tell there were a million thoughts on his mind, though those were severely diluted with the rush of endorphins currently swimming in his brain.

His mouth was slightly parted as he took in some breaths, his chest rising and falling ever so often as he gathered himself. 

“Ah…we could…keep going if you want.”, he finally said, wiping some sweat from his brow. “I mean…I’m sure there’s enough data to work with for now but…I think we both wanna use the stirrups at least once, right..?”

That was his own little method of saying he wanted to go all the way, and I couldn’t lie about wanting to do the same. 

“Yeah…wouldn’t wanna waste that hard work, right Master..?”

For that statement, I was rewarded with the ruffle of my hair. 

“Exactly…”

From there, I allowed myself to lay back onto the gurney, letting my body relax on the few pillows which resided atop the stiff mattress. One by one, I laid my limbs into the appropriate stirrups, and Chihiro made sure to strap them down so I couldn’t get out. After I was tightly secured, the programmer adjusted the leg stirrups in order to lift my legs up and open, exposing my most vulnerable parts to his eyes, and his eyes alone. 

“Oh…that reminds me. I’ve got some lubricant and a condom in my jacket pocket.”, I said, giving a playful tug at the restraints. 

With a quick nod, Chihiro shifted from the mattress in order to retrieve the items in question. The lube was set on the nearest table, while the condom was carefully opened and dressed over his dick. After casting the wrapper aside, Chihiro took the bottle of gel and returned to the wide space in between my legs. I watched with silent anticipation as the cap was popped off and a generous amount was squeezed onto his index and middle finger. 

“Please let me know if I do anything wrong or if it hurts…!”, he stated as he moved to close the gap between himself and my twitching body. 

To be honest, I had no clue what to expect. It was my first time being on this side, after all…I’d hoped I’d done my previous partners justice by preparing them properly.

A sudden cold sensation soon met me in a very unfamiliar area, and I’d immediately jolted back into reality. Chihiro’s small and slender fingers were massaging the lubricant right onto my hole, circling around the muscle and being careful not to go in too quickly. He had an extremely focused look about him, determined to make sure this was just as pleasurable of an experience for me as it’d be for him. Occasionally he’d look up and get a read on my face and movements to see if I was a hundred percent alright, and each time I’d match his look with a reassuring nod. 

“I’m…gonna put my fingers in now.”, he’d announce after a few more moments of preparing the exterior, keeping an eye on me to be sure he wasn’t doing anything incorrectly. 

I’d felt one finger enter at first, just a simple digit, but the unfamiliarity of it made my body clench up. The programmer had made another of his signature soft noises, suggesting that he could absolutely feel my body’s reaction. Having felt the tightness around his digit, Chihiro began to whisper in a hushed and calm tone towards me.

“You can relax…I’m gonna take good care of you…”

The finger continued to make simple thrusts within me, only reaching so far deep before pulling back. 

“Tonight, you’re gonna be Master’s sweet plaything…my little princess…”

As a blush began to rise in my face, I felt another slick finger poke at my entrance. Just a second later, I felt it enter, Chihiro taking care to note whenever I seemed to writhe or sigh. It wasn’t that he was hurting me or anything- I just wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else’s fingers inside me. 

Curiously, the programmer spread his fingers apart, watching as I stretched with the help of the lube. 

“Hm…might have to put another finger in…”, he muttered to himself before looking down at me again, “...if I tried to put it in now, you’d tear…and I wouldn’t want to damage a pretty guy like you…”

He then added a third finger and began to thrust them in and out at a quicker pace. I knew he was concerned about my safety above all else, but the feeling of his fingers loosening me up, trying to simulate his width, only being able to reach so far, enough to barely touch my prostate, before pulling back out…it was making me more impatient. The desire began to flood into every nerve I had, from the tips of my fingers to the tip of my twitching, dripping member. I wanted to reach forward, to stroke the part, to let all that pent up cum spill right down the lingerie, but the restraints kept me from doing so.

They’d also prevented me from covering up my face to hide how I’d begun to lose my composure completely; it wasn’t until I felt the other staring a hole into my skull that I realized how hard I’d been sweating, how I started biting my lip and whimpering…

“Is my sweet princess getting impatient?”, he asked, pulling his fingers out one last time and taking the lubricant in his hand once again. 

Shamelessly I nodded my head- mainly because that was the only thing I could move at the moment. 

“Yes, Master…I think I’m ready to take you now…”

I tried to move my hips to emphasize my point, but it was less sexy and more awkward. Still, it was enough to make Chihiro nearly drop the bottle as he applied the gel to his cock. By the time he’d finished with it, the entire travel-size bottle was spent, but he and I were more than prepared for what was about to happen. 

Regaining his confidence, Chihiro stood up, grabbing one of my hips with one hand and positioning himself at my entrance with the other. 

“Um…same thing here. If you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know…”, he stated genuinely, before taking a breath and attempting to push his length inside. 

I couldn’t begin to properly articulate how it felt being entered for the first time- there were moments when it felt like too much, like it was going to spread me apart and split me in two, but then Chihiro would pause, take a moment to pull back and readjust, and I’d find myself missing the feeling of warmth and fullness. The programmer was taking his time with going fully inside, extremely careful with each move, and I appreciated it despite my insatiability.

After a few more moments of making sure I was acclimated to his body, Chihiro made the final move to fully enter into mine. I couldn’t hold back any of my moans as I felt him push in further than he’d been before, pressing right against my prostate and making itself comfortable within my hot insides. My chest heaved with my breaths, and as much as I would’ve liked, I couldn’t get out of my tight restraints to grab onto the other’s shoulders. My eyes fluttered open and shut as I looked to Chihiro to see how he was doing. 

The brunette was sweating all over, his own breathing ragged and shaky from the feeling of pleasure running through him. His eyes were starting to prick with tears from the new sensation of pleasure that’d overcame him, and his hands were gripping onto my sides hard enough to add even more pressure to my lower half. Without him moving anymore than an inch, I watched as my member spilled precum all over the pretty negligee. Chihiro saw as well, and he laughed gently as he messed with the fabric once again.

“If your body reacts like that before we’ve even started, you’re gonna ruin your pretty clothes.”, he stated, just before pulling his member out to the tip and thrusting back in up to the base.

I hadn’t even gathered my words before he thrusted again, the stirrups rattling slightly. 

“But I don’t think you really care about that, princess.”

It was true, I didn’t care. This outfit was going to be soaking wet if he’d kept up like this.

“You just feel so good inside of me, Master…I couldn’t hold myself back…”, I finally managed to say, my eyes and his eyes locking with one another. “The outfit can be cleaned up later on, I just need you right now.”

He then reached down, stroking the side of my face as I leaned into his hand.

“I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”, he whispered. “I meant everything I said…”

After caressing my face, he moved his hands back to my waist and focused back on moving back and forth within my tight body. Even though I was restrained, I still did my best to show my enjoyment, putting my energy into rocking my hips with his and tightening my body around his cock as much as I could. Judging by the way his lips quivered and how erratic his movement became, I figured two things-

One, he was enjoying himself.

Two, he was nearing his second climax, as was I. 

“Chihiro…Master…”, I sighed out, lifting my hips up one more time. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

The programmer looked so unlike his usual self that if anyone were to suddenly walk in, they’d barely be able to recognize him. Hair drenched with sweat, hazel eyes now sapped of any sort of innocent nature…

“I am…but I don’t want this moment to end yet…”, he admitted, his usual personality emerging from the haze of lust and need. “I still can’t believe this is happening and I-”

“Shh…there’s nothing stopping us from doing it again later, right?”

“Right…but you only get one first time like this…”

Chihiro wasn’t wrong…technically speaking, this was a first for the both of us.

“Then…we should finish strong, shouldn’t we?”

At that notion, Chihiro looked down at me, at my limbs in the restraints, and leaned forward to free my arms. Afterwards, he lowered my legs and moved to wrap his arms around my middle, and without any prompting, I did the same. We picked back up from where we were after that, with Chihiro kissing and biting along my neck and collarbone and me digging my dull nails into his back as he rocked me to my core. The sounds of the gurney squeaking, the computers going off in the background, and our combined noises blended together in an erotic symphony, only ending after the both of us came together- Chihiro inside of me, and me on both of our stomachs. 

The two of us were exhausted afterwards, but we knew that if we didn’t get a move on, we were going to wake up here tomorrow morning, so we helped one another clean up the space. As we did, I figured now would be as good a time as any to tell Chihiro about the things I needed to do in order to end the killing game. 

After all, we’d already done it, and I needed to collect his underwear as proof.

“Hey, Chihiro…I hate to bring it up, but…there’s another reason why I wanted us to do this..”, I admitted as I shed myself of the thoroughly ruined lingerie set. 

“Is it about the thing that Yasuhiro told me?”

“You see- what-?”

Now over at his computers, Chihiro looked up and over to where I stood.

“I was taking a break from preparing everything when Yasuhiro came up to me in the halls. He was kinda cryptic about it, but he asked if you and I had done anything, and when I said no, he had a minor panic and said that all our lives depended on it. I…didn’t really want to ask anymore about it because I thought he was just acting strange, but now you’ve brought it up.”

I sighed in response, taking some of the stickers off of my body now. 

“I don’t blame him…I was tasked by the Mastermind to do it with all the guys in school in order. That’s why we didn’t have any motives up to this point, but if I didn’t get to someone in time, they would drop the motive. I didn’t want to pressure you by saying anything but-”

“Makoto…I think you know by now that I’m not some pure, precious little guy that always needs to have his feelings spared. I can think for myself, and if I didn’t want to do anything, I wouldn’t have gone through all this.”, he reassured me. “Besides, even without the incentive, I’m glad we did it.”

“You are..?”

“Well, yes! I never thought I’d actually get this opportunity, or that I’d have to force myself to follow the stereotype…but it turns out , I don’t have to worry about that. Not anymore. So thank you for the confidence boost…”

His computers made a slight beeping noise, which he quickly attended to. 

“And the data! I’ll let you know how everything turns out in a few days while I put everything together, but if there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”

With that, I drew in a deep breath. 

“Your underwear.”

“...huh?”

“It’s a thing, Monokuma said I needed it for proof…”

The rest of the night went by smoothly….and then I woke up with a throbbing pain in my lower parts. Was this why my partners were usually late to breakfast the morning after? I had to give them an apology when this was all said and done. 

With a grimace, I pulled myself out of bed, got dressed, and put on my least suspicious face as I exited my dorm and headed over to the dining hall. I noticed that there was a significant amount of commotion taking place, more than there usually was. There was something in my mind that told me that if a murder took place, Chihiro and I would’ve known, but then I remembered that even if there was, we weren’t exactly paying attention to our surroundings.

Hands in my pockets, I stealthily made my way inside, taking inventory of everyone who was currently inside. However, stealth isn’t my strong suit, and it didn’t take much for everyone (who were all thankfully still alive) to notice that I had sauntered in late. 

“Makoto! You’ve usually been decently punctual up to this moment!”, Kiyotaka remarked. “In fact you’ve just missed some very important news from one of our classmates!”

“Eh..?”

Sakura then gestured to Chihiro, who stood at the front near Kiyotaka with a very determined and confident expression. 

“Would you mind repeating your declaration to Makoto?”, she asked the shorter male, prompting him to nod back. 

“Well…I just told everyone that I’m a guy…and if we’re gonna be here for a while, then I wanna focus on getting stronger..!”

I already knew this, but for his sake (and mine) I acted as if I heard it for the first time. 

“Really? That’s great! I hope you’re able to reach your goals.”

As I turned my head to look to the other side of the dining hall, I noticed the usual group slightly nodding and doing a thumbs up.

If anything, at least I knew they had my back.