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[thelewdpokemanik]

It honestly wasn't makotos fault. Mikan said the medicine she was giving him was supposed to be harmless, how was he supposed to know it was an experimental aphrodisiac? Well at least now he gets to spend the day breeding her until it wears off and it seems like mahiru is going to be helping out. She really decided to visit mikan at the wrong time

(Somehow, this one ended up being very breeding-focused lol. Hope its fine :P)

Mahiru sighed as she walked through the corridors of Hope's Peak Academy. Couldn't Mikan be trusted to turn up to class on time?

Apparently not, since she was now looking for her. And honestly, there was a very real chance that the girl had somehow tied herself up somewhere and physically couldn't leave, so it wasn't as if there was no justification for worry.

So Class 77 had dispersed across the school grounds looking for their wayward Ultimate Nurse, Yukizome-sensei assigning them all different areas for them to check.

Mahiru herself was going to the Nurse's Office, where Mikan spent most of her breaks and lunches. It seemed like the most likely place for her to be, but Mikan's talent for tripping meant she could just as easily be stuck upside down in a tree outside, even if she had been in the Nurse's Office at first.

She sighed again, though she didn’t linger. Mikan had already missed her first two classes, which was unusual even for her. She could be in real trouble!

Or at least, that’s what she told herself as she reached the Nurse’s Office, sliding the door open without bothering to knock. She knew the Nurse’s Office was soundproof, and honestly, if Mikan was in here, someone would’ve found her a long time ago-

Mahiru’s thought was cut off. No, she stopped thinking.

Her ears were assaulted by a piercing squeal. Her skin flushed as she was hit with a wave of musky heat. A smell so heavy she could taste it made her knees buckle under her as she stared at the scene before her.

Mikan was laying flat on her front, completely naked, shreds of her uniform scattered on the floor around her. Her fat tits were pancaked on the floor beneath her torso, her face slack into a mask of pleasure as she drooled over the floor, which was covered in scratch marks where the girl had obviously tried to scrabble for purchase. Her mouth kept babbling nonsense in between exclamations of drunken pleasure.

Mahiru’s eyes trailed further up her body, down her pale back, and to her generous and reddened ass, which rippled with every meaty smack from the beast looming above her.

Its hands were digging into her hips, leaving pure-white imprints on the skin as it rutted furiously into the nurse, quite literally fucking her into a coma. Every one of its thrusts made Mikan cry out like an animal in heat, a brainless, pleasure-filled moan as she drooled on herself, her eyes blind and hazy, staring through Mahiru as if she wasn’t even there.

And in truth, Mahiru barely paid any attention to Mikan herself. She picked up all those things in the periphery of what had truly grabbed her attention.

The beast.

The boy.

The Man.

Makoto Naegi.

Or at least, someone who once answered by that name.

Mahiru gulped as she stared at the naked boy as he shoved what must’ve been a foot of cock into the broken slut between his legs with a wild pace. His whole body was tense, normally unseen muscles flexing unnaturally to pound Mikan through the floor. He was the heat Mahiru was feeling even now, body heat radiating off of him like a machine running at full power.

His jaw was set into a feral grimace, his teeth gritted, drool running down his chin. His eyes were just as empty as Mikan's, but where hers were bottomless pools of mind-breaking pleasure, his only showed a pure, unambiguous desire.

To breed the bitch right in front of him.

Mahiru didn’t know how long she stood there, staring at the pair. Long enough for Mikan to scream out her orgasm two or three more times, still chanting nonsensical words, but somehow Mahiru didn’t think that meant it had been very long. The nurse looked as if cumming was all she was even capable of doing anymore.

That, and being a hole for Makoto to dump his seed into.

Which he was doing right now.

With a deep, rumbling cry, almost like a growl, Makoto bottomed out inside Mikan, his full balls flexing visibly as he came buckets into the nurse, making her squeal like a stuck pig, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her hands scrabbling against the floor wildly.

Before long, Mikan was full, and Makoto’s cum began spilling out of her and onto the floor, and Mahiru’s womb throbbed at the musky smell that immediately began filling the room once more. It had always been present, of course- this wasn’t Makoto’s first orgasm, but having a fresh dose of it piercing through Mahiru’s brain like this-

She knew, deep in her heart, that Mikan was pregnant, no matter what.

And that if Makoto dumped a load of cum like that in her, she would be pregnant too, without fail~

Mahiru’s legs gave out from under her, fingers she hadn’t even noticed before now finally bringing her to her own masturbatory orgasm, moaning loudly as she imagined herself and Mikan, naked and pregnant, completely unable to even think about anything else but sex and breeding~

A small, clear note made Mahiru blink, only now noticing a glass bottle she had knocked down when she fell down.

‘Experimental Aphrodisiac! Small Doses Only!’ it read.

Tellingly, the entire bottle was empty, making Mahiru gulp. Did- Did Makoto drink the whole bottle? Was that what happened?

Mikan was still babbling incoherently as Makoto began fucking her again, not having taken a second to pause of course- though…

Mahiru blinked, before leaning down closer to the ground and Mikan’s head.

This close, she could actually tell what Mikan was saying, in between the moans and the squeals.

“Forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me-” She chanted, again and again and again, her voice throaty and raw as she begged for forgiveness.

Mahiru panted as she stared down at the nurse. Was she- Did Mikan dose Makoto? Was she responsible for this?

Mahiru barely had the time to construct the thought before her blood froze as Mikan stopped moving. Or rather, stopped being moved.

Slowly, Mahiru looked up from Mikan- directly into Makoto’s eyes, staring at her.

She had gotten too close. Much too close.

Mahiru could feel her heart beat a mad drum into her chest, her pussy drooling down her thighs as she watched Makoto’s rock-hard cock slip out of Mikan’s breeding hole, and she could feel her lips stretching into a shaky smile.

Her whole body was singing in unison, in celebration, in arousal…

This must be what a real Man feels like when he’s about to breed a slut~

Mahiru didn’t even try to fight back against Makoto as he grabbed hold of her uniform and tore it in two, only moaning as she felt his steaming hot breath against her face, making her eyes flutter.

Soon, she was joining Mikan on the floor, and fantasies of being turned into a breeding sow became closer and closer to reality as Makoto’s huge cock slammed into her, making her scream like a bitch as she came instantly, her pussy greedily trying to milk an impregnating load out of the Man’s cock.

Though, those fantasies soon began including more and more girls learning of their true place beside her, at Makoto’s feet, only good for breeding, and cumming, and, well...

Mahiru’s last coherent thought was a singular hope-

That somehow, Mikan’s aphrodisiac would last long enough for every female student at Hope's Peak to learn of this happiness <3

[densesindealer]

Neo World: Pacification Program

Hello everyone, Dense here! This story, Neo World: Pacification Program, wasn't a solo effort. @thelewdpokemanik and I have been working, and intend to continue working on this story together. We're writing each chapter as a pair, so forgive us if you sometimes notice some differences between our two styles of writing.

You can also find this story, and stay the most updated on it, on AO3, which can be found here.

The idea for this story was born out of the desire to work on a story together, and after brainstorming we came up with this! We found the idea to be fun and unique, and decided to just throw ourselves at it and enjoy the ride.

As always, comments, kudos and whatever else you desire are never required, but we do love getting the feedback.

Without further ado, Poke and Dense present, Neo World: Pacification Program! We hope that you all enjoy this journey with us. <3

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Chapter One: Problems, Planning, Pacification

“How the hell did this happen?” Mondo screamed, slamming his fist on the arm of his chair, making the metal creak painfully. His voice bounced off the walls of the mechanical operation room housing the Neo World Program computer, which really, was a gross understatement. It was a true marvel of technological advancement, including all the monitors, storage banks, the pods containing the sleeping members of his senior class- and many more things Makoto couldn’t even hope to understand.

The biker was hunched in his seat as if he were prepared to lunge if he didn’t like the answer, though Makoto knew better.

He still grimaced in his seat. “We- aren’t sure? I mean, obviously, one of the Remnants must have brought the virus with them, but…”

“We don’t exactly have the Ultimate Programmer here with us to follow along with the Neo World Program’s code,” Celeste said, ignoring the way Mondo twitched at her words. The biker had never gotten over Chihiro’s death at Toko’s hands, and honestly, there was a very real chance he would never move on. Well, it's not like Makoto had any room to talk, of course. 

The only reason he could count the number of deaths he hadn’t gotten over on his hands was because only ten students had died during the Killing Game. Their Killing Game now.

Because there might very well be a second one soon.

“No doubt, that Izuru fellow had ulterior motives in helping us. I said he wasn’t trustworthy from the start, but of course, someone wouldn’t listen to reason…” The gambler said, shooting Makoto a look many would call venomous, but Makoto could see that while frustrated, there was next-to-no anger there.

“We wouldn’t have been able to find and capture all the Remnants without his help, Celeste, you know that. And Chiaki vouched for him, didn’t she?”

Indeed, Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer and former Class Representative of Class 77, had vouched for the mysterious Ultimate. She had also been the one to approach Makoto, asking for his help saving her classmates, though he couldn’t say he understood why she trusted him in particular with this. It could have been that he was the Ultimate Hope, or maybe that he was the unofficial leader of the surviving class of Junko’s game. He didn’t know why she chose him over any of his other classmates. He did however know that the rest of Future Foundation would have categorically refused, if not outright arrested her for even proposing this, where he was eager to help.

Of course, things had escalated since then.

And that was before Monokuma came back, somehow.

Celeste clicked her tongue. “That girl is too much like you, Makoto. She would vouch for her killer as she bled to death.”

Makoto laughed awkwardly at that, though he hardly felt jovial. This was worse than what he’d thought the worst-case scenario would be.

“So, what do we know?” Kyoko’s calm voice sounded through the laptop’s speaker.

The detective was working in concert with Sakura, helping keep the heat off the other survivors as they went MIA with the Remnants- no, with Class 77.

“Well, things were working properly in the beginning. Usami was taking care of the students, and as expected, Izuru was replaced by his former self, Hajime Hinata. Chiaki did warn us that this would happen, so...” Makoto explained half-heartedly, his mind still focused on the issue at hand.

“So the likelihood that it is relevant is minor,” Kyoko nodded along, also focused on the more pressing issue. “What then?”

“Well, Monokuma appeared.” Makoto explained, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach he’d felt at the sight. For a moment, he’d almost thought it a nightmare if not for the way Celeste’s clawed hand had been digging into his shoulder like a talon.

“But wasn’t Usami supposed to be armed to deal with viruses and attacks?” Sakura’s calm voice asked from Kyoko’s monitor. “What came of that?”

“Monokuma overpowered her, somehow. He stole her administrator privileges and, uh, repainted her and is calling her ‘Monomi’. As far as we can tell, her actual AI hasn’t been affected in this process, probably for him to enjoy her suffering.” Makoto explained, only for Celeste to jump in.

“We’ve confirmed that Monokuma was attacked by the rabbit in some fashion, but none of us here can actually decipher what Fujisaki and Gekkogahara’s work does.” Celeste shot Makoto a smirk then. “I suppose all we can do is Hope it’ll be enough.”

The Ultimate Hope groaned. Ever since Celeste had called him that on live television, it had, effectively, become his official title, and the gambler was more than happy to tease him about it at every opportunity. Not to mention teasing him in other ways…

Makoto shook off his blush and cleared his throat. “Yeah. Usami seems to have done something during their fight, but what exactly, we really can’t tell…”

Kyoko hummed for a moment, before continuing. “Monokuma took over the program, but to what extent?” 

Makoto grimaced again. “Almost completely. Usami’s been completely depowered, we can’t interfere at all with what’s happening inside- Though, we still have access to the cameras and can import stuff in-”

“You. Will. Not. Enter that simulation, Makoto Naegi. I forbid it,” Celeste said, her voice cold as ice, and Makoto felt his blood run cold. “No doubt that bitch left those untouched expressly to make you jump in like the self-sacrificing idiot you are.”

Yeah… Celeste still hadn’t forgiven him for not throwing Kyoko under the bus during Junko’s staged trial. At least, she hadn’t tried to kill him.

Makoto could still clearly see the scar Celeste had left on Kyoko’s face with her claw on her monitor. The pale line went from the corner of her mouth, and stretched out to just under her cheekbone, pulling slightly whenever Kyoko spoke.

Kyoko didn’t seem to bregrudge Celeste for it however. ‘I have worse scars’ she’d once said, ‘and this one I deserve.’

Celeste’s choice of words had been a lot less…diplomatic. ‘Should’ve taken the lying whore’s tongue with it.’ or, something to that effect…

Makoto chose not to linger on it, honestly. He had lost too many friends to begrudge those that had survived.

“I agree.” Sakura said, followed by Kyoko’s silent nod.

“Guys…” Makoto tried to plead his case, that he wasn’t actually that bad-

“If he tries, I’ll tie him down to his chair,” Mondo promised, making Celeste scoff. 

“You won’t touch him, you brute. No, if Makoto does anything stupid, he’ll answer to me.”

The luckster couldn’t quite hide his wince at that. Celeste could kill a man with her words, but never did they cut so deep as when she tried to imprint on Makoto that she was going to find a way to stop him from passing on before the rest of them. It always hurt to know he worried her so much, especially when he could see the tears held back tightly just behind her mask.

And it’s not like Makoto wanted to sacrifice himself or anything. He’d be perfectly happy never putting his life in danger again, thank you very much.

But on the other hand, he was incapable of refusing to offer his help when someone needed it. Not that he wanted to be the kind of person who would, in all honesty.

Anyway.

“Celeste, you said ‘that bitch’ earlier?” Kyoko asked, bringing the conversation back on topic (thankfully for Makoto). “Then, do you think…”

“That this is one of Enoshima’s ploys? Obviously. It’s got her name written all over this.”

“But- she’s dead, right?” Mondo asked, and Makoto nodded definitively. 

Though he hadn’t seen her corpse himself, well…

The Remnants had brought enough pieces back to remove any doubt he might’ve had.

“Yes, but I don’t think she was stupid enough to actually stop her planning at her death. No, Enoshima is far too clever for that.” Celeste said, a note of begrudging respect in her voice that Makoto could only agree with.

Junko was many things. Insane, sado-masochistic, cruel, self-destructive-

But most of all, she was intelligent. Incredibly so.

If she wanted to plan something like this, even something that would only come to pass after her death, she definitely could.

“But how, is the question.” Sakura said. “Fearsome as Junko is, she cannot rise from the dead.”

Hopefully.

“No. But she has spent many years in the same class as the Ultimate Programmer as he developed Alter Ego technology, and was familiar with the Ultimate Neurologist.”

Kyoko’s voice almost seemed like it deafened Makoto for a moment as her words shot through him.

“Are you saying- Junko…”

“Made an Alter Ego herself? I don’t know. But I think it is a very real possibility, especially since she has been known to be very adept with technology in the past. It would explain how efficiently she took over the simulation. If Usami wasn’t fighting one AI, but two…”

Mondo’s jaw was tightly set. “Then it was two on one, and Usami couldn’t fight back.”

“She did manage to infect the Monokuma AI with something, so to say she was powerless would be false, but whether or not she was effective…” Sakura let the sentence hang.

She didn’t need to say it for everyone to understand.

“All we can do is wait, regrettably.” Celeste finally said, and Makoto found himself squirming slightly.

Yeah… Nothing anyone could do.

“Well, I suppose we’ll have to see. Makoto, Celeste, please keep us abreast of the situation as it evolves. As of now, it seems like the Killing Game has yet to begin, but that could change at any moment.” Kyoko said, and Makoto wanted to jump up and say there was no chance it would begin at all-

But he knew better, sadly.

“I’ll make sure Yasuhiro is informed about the situation discreetly.” Kyoko added, and Makoto nodded absent-mindedly.

Hiro was still in the heart of Future Foundation, working and acting as if nothing was wrong at all.

He was ideally placed to learn about Future Foundation’s movements, but it also meant that all of his communications were heavily scrutinized- no doubt Kyoko would need to sneak the message to him somehow. It also meant that, under no circumstances could Hiro hint at knowing Jabberwock Island even existed, and especially not send a message here.

After a few perfunctory goodbyes, Mondo stomped back outside the room, no doubt looking to take out his anger on something or other, while Makoto sagged back in the chair he’d been occupying a few hours ago when Monokuma first appeared.

God, what a nightmare…

Makoto looked into the screen in front of him, jumping from camera to camera and observing the 16 students who were now stuck inside the game he’d only just escaped with his life a few months ago.

And there was nothing he could do to help except hope for the best.

…

Unbidden, Makoto’s eyes drifted to the second monitor, the one showing the drives of the Neo World Program.

He’d gone through them wildly when Monokuma first appeared, but he could barely understand what was in it, let alone figure out what had changed.

Though, there was one thing he’d recognized, if only because it was possibly labeled explicitly for him, or whoever was using the program when something went wrong.

“So? What’s your backup plan?” Celeste asked from the seat next to him, making him jump.

“Gah! C-Celeste!? Wh-What are you talking about!?” Makoto tried to deny it, but Celeste only smiled at him.

“You’re hiding something, Makoto, and not very well. Not that you can hide anything from me of course.” Was that a note of smugness in her voice?

But it was true that Celeste could read him like a book. Maybe that was the price to pay for him to be able to see past her mask himself.

Makoto sighed, before navigating the drive back to the simply named folder he’d found earlier today.

‘In Case Of Usami Failure!’

And inside that folder was a single program, and a text document, which Makoto opened, before sliding his chair out of the way for Celeste to read herself.

“Thank you very much~” Celeste said, leaning over Makoto and making him blush as he felt her body pressing into him lightly as she read.

He looked away, though his eyes struggled to find where to land for a moment, before he eventually closed them, not needing to read the file again.

He’d done so again, and again, and again already.

‘Hello! If you’re reading this .txt file, then this must mean something went wrong that Usami failed to fix! Depending on what or why, you might need to take matters into your own hands! If you do, here’s what you need!

In this folder, you will find a .exe program! It is functionally the same thing as the Pacification Program Usami carries with her, except you can direct it yourself, should the need arise. To do so, all you must do is boot up the .exe, and navigate through the island using the 3D render the program offers.  Simply select a target, and focus the Pacification Program to whatever intensity may be needed. 

This does of course come with risks, so please take care to use this responsibly. The subjects inside of this program are treated as ���rogue code’ by the Pacification Program, and this can affect the Rehabilitation Program the Neo World Program’s foundation rests on. As it is designed to do in the worst-case scenario, the program will first move to pacify the malicious code to prevent it from further harming the Neo World. From there it will attempt to alter the base coding of the target into something more useful for the system moderator.

The Pacification Program is relatively untested, and it should only be used in the case of an extreme emergency! If at all possible, contact technical support before resorting to this option. Love love &lt;;3’

Makoto only had to wait a moment before Celeste’s eyes turned back toward him, the rubies glinting with intelligence as she took her seat again, her hands folded in her lap primly.

“So?” She asked, and Makoto grimaced.

“I tried using it on Monokuma, but it couldn’t select him as a target. Maybe it’s because he’s not an original part of the program, or maybe it's because Usami did manage to infect him and he can’t be targeted again or something. I tried using the 3D map to search the island, but it’s literally changing as I navigate it, and some parts are completely closed off and inaccessible, like the ruins. As far as I can tell, it isn’t really useful in this situation.”

Celeste’s smile widened a fraction. “If you believed that, you wouldn’t be so bothered by it.”

Makoto smiled shakily. “You know me too well…”

“Fufufu~ Oh, Makoto, you couldn’t be more wrong~” Celeste slightly teased him, but her eyes were still serious.

“Well, I tested the program for a little bit. It all seems focused on calming people down, making them more compliant, less aggressive, etc. I can target everything on the island with it, except for Monokuma, as I said. I think it works just as it's advertised, making sure conflicts don't happen on the island.” 

Makoto paused for a moment, staring back at Celeste’s pale face.

“If- the worst came to pass, I was thinking maybe I could use it to stop things from- happening?” Makoto winced at his own words as he tried to tip-toe around actually saying what he was worried about.

“You think you could use this Pacification Program to stop a murder, should it come to that?”

“It shouldn't have to, but- I know better than that. My hope is that if one of them does fall to that temptation, I can stop it before it's too late, save them where I- '' Makoto choked on the words before they finished leaving his mouth.

Where I couldn't save them before.

The words were left unsaid, but both knew what he had been getting at. The loss of their friends still weighed heavy on all of the survivors, and him more so than anyone else. 

His guilt cut him deeper than anyone else’s did, his heart almost bleeding out of his chest sometimes, and Celeste no doubt recognized the pain he felt so vividly still. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, always had, and now was no different. 

He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, letting his shoulders fall with it. “Like I said, I hope I won’t have to use it, and not only because I want to believe in them, but also because, well, I’m not a genius. I think I can figure it out, but I’m sure there’s a reason it's supposed to be for emergencies only. On the other hand…”

“If this isn’t an emergency, then what is, hm?” Celeste finished the thought, a clawed finger resting on her chin, her eyes still drilling into Makoto.

For a moment, the pair sat in silence, only disturbed by the simulated ambience coming through the cameras and the sound of machinery all around them.

It was strange how things happened. 

When Makoto had first met Celeste, he had only felt deceit and danger coming from her, and had actively feared being left alone with her, lest she somehow manage to talk him out of all of his worldly possession, or worse, into a game of mahjong.

But now, sitting next to her, on the run from what now stood as the government, harboring fugitives on a deserted island and hoping they would survive, he wasn’t sure there was anyone he trusted more.

O-Of course, he trusted all of his friends from Class 78! No doubt about that! Mondo had sworn to protect him more than once, and Sakura had been ready to lay her own life down to save them all. Hiro might act like a doofus, but even now, he worked at the heart of Future Foundation to help them, and though Kyoko might act cold, he knew that she cared for all of them deep down.

Though she might’ve not trusted him as he trusted her in the past, it was the past, truthfully. Kyoko had changed, and seen the error of her ways. Even now, she was trusting them with this project, when all of their lives may very well lie in the balance.

But still, sitting here with Celeste, he felt, at peace, almost.

As if anything was possible.

Even beating Junko for a second time, and stopping a tragedy from repeating itself.

Makoto took another deep breath. “Thanks for volunteering to stay with me here, Celeste.”

The girl’s pale face split into a smile. “Well, if you do feel so grateful, maybe you’d like to pay me back~”

Makoto’s face exploded into a blush as Celeste teased him, again, and he turned away from her to instead focus on the monitor.

Another round of camera checks told Makoto that all of Class 77 was sleeping in bed. Which was normal, of course. The simulated time matched the time on the real island, and it was approaching- wow, two in the morning?

Well, Makoto had been very busy thus far, of course, but still.

He swallowed a yawn and blinked, hard. 

“Are you planning to stay here all night?” Celeste asked, only half-surprised.

“Well, night time is dangerous, right? You’re the one who introduced the night time rule, Celeste.” Makoto said, but Celeste only rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are. What, are you planning to stay awake forever?”

Makoto looked away. “Of course not, but…”

But Makoto simply didn’t know when to leave. What if the moment he abandoned his vigil something happened? Should he sleep when the students went to bed? But that would also be when they were at their most vulnerable, wasn't it? Should he sleep during the day then? But that didn't seem right either, wouldn't that be when most of them were out and about?

“You are ridiculous, Makoto. The worst possible outcome is you falling asleep unexpectedly.”

“No, the worst possible outcome is me failing these people and letting the Killing Game start again.” Makoto snapped, only to immediately regret his harsher tone.

For a moment, a more uncomfortable silence reigned in the operating room, and Makoto felt as if he had something stuck in his throat, at least until Celeste stood up, and laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Go to sleep, Makoto. No one will make a move so soon. We can arrange a schedule tomorrow, and make sure one of us is always watching in the future.” Celeste said softly, and Makoto felt his unknowingly tense shoulders sagging.

He wanted to try and justify staying up, but he was cut off by another yawn, making Celeste giggle.

“As usual, your body is incredibly honest~” Celeste said, and Makoto felt a blush rise to his cheeks as her fingers rolled on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling at him lightly. “Come on. Walk me to my room, hm? You’d be a failure of a knight to not escort your lady.”

Makoto couldn’t stop his tired chuckle. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

As Makoto stood up, he couldn’t help but agree with his earlier thought. 

He really was glad Celeste was here with him.

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They'd won, but it sometimes didn’t feel that way. He bore the pain of ten lives lost, the grief that came from losing them. Though unlike his fellow survivors, he even mourned the final loss of their game. For as much wrong as she did, he had wished, still did in many ways, that he could have saved Junko from her own pit of despair.

Her laugh, even if it sounded hollow, the proclamation that despair made Junko everything she was, all before she sealed her own fate. She'd never given him the chance to argue against it, and sometimes he chose to believe it was that she knew he would have succeeded. Makoto never had that chance, and she put herself through a gauntlet of despair, every execution she ever inflicted on their classmates, all in one bundle for her to face.

Yes, even her death hung heavy upon him, though not the heaviest of their losses, not nearly the heaviest. 

When Mukuro took Byakuya's life, it pained him the same way. He'd never managed to break through Byakuya's shell, not as much as he wanted. He'd never really known who Mukuro truly was, but he always saw glimpses of the true girl buried beneath the disguise she wore. 

She'd told him once she held out hope that he would stop Junko, though she never said her name, she never had the chance before she was dragged away to her own punishment. He still couldn't understand why she chose Byakuya as her victim, what of his demeanor screamed a traitor even Mukuro didn't know of. 

He always blamed himself though, like Mukuro was protecting him from Byakuya's consistently cruel comments. Every time they visited him at night they didn't hesitate to remind him of that.

Makoto would never claim they were alone, they all blamed him, just as much as he did. Kiyotaka, Hifumi, Leon, they visited on occasion, not as much as the others, not that he felt the bitter sting of their loss any less.

He should have noticed the way Hifumi was breaking down, the longer they stayed, the lessening grip on reality. Yet he didn't, he spent less time with Hifumi than any other member of his class, and that was something he could have, no should have changed.

As Hifumi broke down, his reality became incomprehensible, a merge of his stories, his adoration of all things 2D, and utter despair of not having his crutch. He supposed Alter Ego had been the boy's tipping point, nobody there to ground him, he fell into the trap of viewing Alter Ego as a living, breathing person, and refused to let go.

Asahina suggesting they use the AI, sophisticated as it was to break down Monokuma, was the final nail in both of their coffins. She had become a threat to the only thing keeping Hifumi's fragile hold on his own sanity, and it took more than just the pair down with him. Kiyotaka was just an unfortunate accident to make everything worse.

Long after Asahina had lost her life, after Hifumi had bloodied his hands, Kiyotaka found him. If Makoto had known, if he had been there to stop him, he'd still be here. He could have stopped their fight, talked them down, Hifumi would never have fallen, and Kiyotaka wouldn't have faced execution.

The moral compass that man possessed would never have allowed him to let it lie. A simple confrontation to stop Hifumi from doing what he didn't know had already been done. It was far too late, and Hifumi was far too gone. 

Makoto may not know exactly how it happened, but he certainly knew the outcome, a single fall down a staircase, the wrong landing on a bannister, and an execution of a man who hadn't intended any harm. Three lives lost because he wasn't there when he needed to be.

Toko was always the one who found humor in that, despite Makoto finding none. She always found the death of a friend funny, well not Toko precisely. Her crippling case of a split personality found twisted enjoyment in it, or Makoto imagined she did. Her hands weren't clean of blood, and she didn't think twice about reminding him that he had stained his own with hers.

If he had just been more understanding, pushed harder for Chihiro to trust him. If he had just truly befriended the scared boy, she never would have had such an easy target. If he had been able to show that their secrets were always safe, Toko would never have sunk into herself further than ever, her other self never would have been let free.

Toko finding out that her perfect prey was right in front of her, no longer in control? It was a spark in the powder keg, and she was never coming back from the explosion that ensued. No, he had failed them, and they paid the ultimate price for it.

Yet still, they never hurt the worst, no they never could. While he had believed he could have done more, he knew that in truth, it was always a pipe dream. Blaming himself for what was mostly out of his control.

They weren't. That was his failure, the trump card of his nightmares. Whenever he saw that fiery red hair, or heard that sickeningly sweet laugh, that was when it hurt the most. Why shouldn't it? It was the first of his many failures, but more than that it was the only one that he knew he could have done more. 

Yes, Sayaka Maizono was his biggest regret, his biggest failure, his most painful memory. The videos were such a simple motive, yet they were the most effective. He remembered it clear as day, holding her in his arms as she shed every tear she could, and he didn't even say anything that made it better, not truly. 

Yet he didn't pay for that failure, Leon took on that debt. 

If Makoto had stayed with Sayaka that night, neither of them would have been hurt, they'd be safe. He knew she was scared and he left her, yet that wasn't what truly sealed their fates.

No, it was still Sayaka's plan. He believed he'd helped her, but he should have known better. He should have known from the way she spoke that she was lying to him. Of course he didn't, he was too blind to the truth, he cared too much, trusted with too much, and left as she had asked.

Their fate was that which haunted him the most. The ring of a doorbell, a plan set in motion, a shower to dread cleansing himself in. 

He could never truly know what happened that night. He could deduce, extrapolate, hope, imagine, fear- but never really know.

Still, he’d seen the scene in his nightmares so frequently he could almost believe it was undeniable truth.

Sayaka’s fear, her guilt, her resolve as she played him for a fool, planning to make him take the fall for him.

Was it relief she felt when Makoto agreed to switch rooms? Or maybe resignation?

And when she wrote those words, invited Leon to his room- did she know she was starting the Killing Game? Did she care?

She could’ve stopped there, couldn’t she? Could’ve tore the letter to shreds and flushed it down the toilet in the morning, and no one would’ve known.

Or maybe the moment she began writing, she had already chosen her path. 

Maybe it was the moment she met Makoto deep into the night.

Maybe it was the moment the Killing Game rules were announced.

Makoto couldn’t know. He would never be able to know. That was the cruel finality of death.

Still, the thoughts haunted him, and nightmares regarding Sayaka, not to mention all of his other friends plagued him.

But this wasn’t a nightmare.

This was reality.

A cruel trick, a tragedy repeating itself right in front of his eyes.

Makoto stared unseeingly at the monitor as Nagito walked away from the Ultimate Impostor’s cabin, having just slipped a note under his door, an hour before the morning announcement.

His fingers felt numb as he gripped the desk in front of him like a buoy, the only thing stopping him from falling off his chair and drowning in a sea of despair.

“Makoto. Breathe.” Celeste said next to him, her hand digging into the flesh of his arm, and Makoto’s lungs felt like they would explode as he breathed in shakily.

“Wh-What-” Makoto’s voice broke for a moment, and he cleared his throat. “What does the letter say?”

Celeste paused for a moment, hesitating, before navigating the cameras, though her hand never left him, for which he was thankful. He needed the anchor, desperately.

Celeste found the Impostor’s room camera, and paused again.

“Celeste?”

She grit her teeth.

“‘Be careful. The first kill will happen tonight. Someone will definitely kill someone.’”

Makoto could almost smell the faint smell of lavender in the air, and for a moment, he was back on those trial grounds, listening to Kyoko explain Sayaka’s plan.

Celeste’s nails bit into his flesh through his suit.

No. No, he couldn’t allow this to happen.

Numbly, he navigated the drives, and found the Pacification Program folder once more, only to pause when Celeste pulled at him.

His eyes met hers, only to come face-to-face with her full trust, and Makoto couldn’t help but relax, just a little bit.

She didn’t say anything. Only nodded, once, seriously, which Makoto returned, first tiredly, but then resolved.

No, he would stop this Killing Game from starting. He had to.

His free hand left the desk, and instead settled on Celeste’s own hand, feeling her cold fingers under his.

“I can't let this happen.” She hadn't questioned him, but he provided an answer anyway.

“I would never suggest you did, I know better than that. Always the noble knight.” Her soft tone was a warming comfort he needed, even if only a few words.

With a tightened determination settling in his chest, he drew his eyes back to the computer screen. The debate they could have had about this decision was solved before it ever truly began.

He wouldn’t allow Nagito to kickstart the Killing Game. He wouldn’t allow anyone to do so.

And when he opened the Pacification Program, it was with resolve and hope bolstering his heart.

[thelewdpokemanik]

Q&A: Hey Makoto have you noticed that Mukuro and Tenko seemed to be more 'Handsy' with you? Especially when both girls are in the same room as you?

Makoto blushed brightly. “I-I mean, it’s pretty hard not to notice- Ah!” He cried as Tenko’s hand clapped against his ass.

“Lower! Bring that ass lower, you degenerate male!” Tenko commanded, and Makoto could only do his best to obey as he squatted, his ass cheek stinging from the spank, only to shiver as Tenko’s hands trailed up his body as he lowered himself, before settling on his shoulders, keeping him in place. “Good~ Maybe you can learn, Makoto…” Tenko said, and Makoto gulped.

The kneeling Mukuro hummed as she palmed his thighs, making him jump as her calloused hands gripped his meaty thighs. “Not a lot of muscles there, but…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but judging by the way her fingers were digging into his pale skin, he could imagine what she wasn’t saying.

Instinctively, he tried to stand up again, but Tenko’s firm grip kept him in place, squatting low. “You’re not done yet, degenerate!” Tenko said, her grip tightening and making Makoto yelp.

“B-But-” Makoto tried to protest, only for him to be cut off by a whimper as Mukuro’s wandering hands left his thighs to travel farther, grabbing hold of his ass, her strong fingers digging into his meaty cheeks hungrily.

“I agree. Hold the pose, Makoto.” Mukuro said, her grey eyes staring at his lower section and making the boy moan softly as the Soldier mauled his cheeks.

“M-Mukuro~ Ah!” He cried out as the weight resting on him increased severalfold as Tenko began leaning over him, pressing down on him with her upper body to free up her arms.

“Don’t move, male! Be a good boy and obey!” Tenko demanded, her newly freed hand forcing his squat to shift as she spread his thighs and revealed his throbbing erection. “Disgusting… To think you would be using this opportunity to revel in your male urges instead of focusing on your training… You need to be punished!” She declared, fishing out Makoto’s cock from his shorts and beginning to jerk it forcefully, even as Mukuro’s fingers left his cheeks to instead dive into his asshole.

Makoto’s hips bucked uncontrollably from the twin assault, but his squat might as well have been carved in marble, stuck between the two girls as it was, who kept toying with him without even a second thought, even after he came all over the floor in short order. No, in truth, that only made them even more eager to break the boy.

At the end of the day, Makoto would have to be carried out of the gym by the girls. Not only because of how much he was made to cum-

But also because of his very, very sore thighs.

Both of his trainers were in full agreement. Makoto was in need of some serious strength training if only a few hours of squatting and being milked left him unable to walk.

Seems like they would need to book their next session soon~

[thelewdpokemanik]

Makoto, who are your top five girls when it comes to twerking?

Makoto paused for a moment, humming. “My top five, huh? I think I can answer that…

Number five is Toko. She’s got a fat ass, but not much technique. Though, there is something to be said about how desperate she gets if you do criticize her twerking. If you’re into that, of course. 

Number four is Kyoko. Kyoko’s a surprisingly enthusiastic twerker. You wouldn’t know looking at her and how she acts, but I think it’s starting to be a bit of an open secret that she’s actually pretty slutty underneath it all.” 

It really isn’t. Makoto is simply assuming that the way Kyoko acts towards him is how she acts toward every guy.

“Number three is Mukuro. This is an area where Mukuro definitely surpasses her sister. Her ass is fatter and her legs stronger, so she can definitely make it clap, though actually getting her to do it is harder. She’s kind of shy about it…”

Again, absolutely not. She’s only shy when Makoto is the one to ask. She makes that ass clap like an obedient dog at the snap of Junko’s fingers in every other situation.

“Number two is Sayaka. Is it surprising? Maybe a little. After all, while Sayaka is very beautiful and curvy, her ass really isn’t the first thing to come to mind when you think of her. Not even the second, or third. And honestly, if this ranking was for ‘ass’ alone, she probably wouldn’t make top five. But when it comes to twerking, Sayaka knows how to work it. She’s an entertainer at heart, and she works hard to shake what she does have, and she more than makes up for her lesser size through that effort.

And number one has to be Celestia. She’s got the ass and the technique, but more than anything, she has the attitude. She acts as if every one of her ass clap is a gift you should be worshipping her for, and honestly, it is. She makes it look completely effortless, even as she makes every dick hard and every pussy wet. When she flips that poofy skirt over her porcelain ass, no one can even try to ignore her- it’s impossible. If she wasn't the Ultimate Gambler, she’d be the Ultimate Twerker without a doubt.”

[thelewdpokemanik]

Since Miu is quite possibly the horniest person at Hope's Peak, what's the most perverted thing she's ever done?

Miu laughs uproariously. “Excuuuse me? Sorry, bucko, but your virgin ears aren’t ready to handle what I’m handling, you get me? How about you just imagine the horniest porno your gooner brain is capable of, and jack off to the knowledge you aren’t even close!” The blonde declares shamelessly, before turning on her heel to walk away from you, only to freeze as she spots Kaede walking toward the pair of you.

“Oh! Hey, what are you guys up to?” The pianist asks, and Miu breaks into a cold sweat.

You repeat your question to the other blonde, who blushes softly, before smiling. “Oh, I know the answer to that!”

“No, you don’t! You think this cow knows what I’m capable of!?” Miu tries to protest, only for Kaede to pout, making the inventor flinch.

“You told me what it was. Did you lie to me?” The blonde flinches again, her face pale and sweating.

“I- mean, it wasn’t- a lie, per se- But! It was…” Miu devolved into mumbles as she tried to explain herself, but quickly broke under Kaede’s steady stare.

“I wasn’t a lie…” She finally admits in a small voice, and Kaede smiles widely.

“I’m glad then~” She says, before bringing you close to her face, whispering a secret in your ear.

“The lewdest thing Miu’s ever done is actually something the two of us did together~” the blonde explains, a smirk on her lips. “Oh, she was so nervous when she approached me, blushing and stuttering. When she told me, I was so surprised! I didn’t think Miu was capable of it, and in public too? I was honestly floored, but I managed to catch her before she could flee her own suggestion, and I insisted we go do it right then and there~”

Miu moans in the background. “Y-You’re such a slut, Kaede~”

The pianist giggles, before shooting back that “It was your idea, Miu~”

She lowers her head again, continuing to whisper. “So, if you want to know what’s the lewdest thing me and Miu ever did-

It was holding hands while walking to class~” Kaede finishes, a wide smirk on her face.

Miu collapses to her knees behind you, her hands digging into her scalp. “Nooooo! It’s not true! I’m not that lewd, I promise! I’m just a slut! A whore! A cock-addicted bimbo! I’d never hold hands with another girl! Not romantically! And especially not in public!”

Kaede was outright cackling now, dragging her crying girlfriend away as she called out.

“Hope that answered your question~”

(AN: @fishys-still-writing-smut I hope you're fine with how this turned out. It was the first thing to pop into my head when I read your ask, and then I couldn't imagine anything else <3)

[thelewdpokemanik]

Makoto, is true that the girls have been starting to twerk so you notice them?

“H-How did you-” Makoto began to ask, only to laugh at himself. “No, I guess it’s pretty noticeable, huh?”

And indeed it was. There was a constant clapping noise coming from the area Class 78 usually occupied, and it wasn’t only from the constant twerking. The girls were all motivated to bring their craft to the next level, and their diet, exercising, and shady deals with the Ultimate Pharmacist had led to the girl’s average ass size going from ‘decent’ to ‘phat’. And they weren’t satisfied with just that either, of course. Every day, they aimed to surpass their rivals in a race with no end in sight.

“I don’t even know how they found out,” Makoto explained. “Hell, I’m not sure I knew how much I would like it. But, uh, yeah, I can’t say they aren’t doing a good job at making me ‘notice’ them.”

That was an understatement if you ever heard one, of course. Makoto could barely pay any attention in class, not that he was particularly trying to tear his eyes away from the sea of clapping asses they had turned into.

“Especially since, well…” Makoto paused for a moment, and you could see the way his half-chub was quickly turning fully hard in his pants, but before he could answer, the door leading inside Class 78 was ripped open-

Revealing one Celestia Ludenberg standing in the doorway. “Makoto, you’re finally here~” She said, her voice sultry. “Today’s my turn to shine, and I will make you give in~” Makoto’s face exploded into a blush as her hand closed around his shoulder, before dragging him into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You can only blink for a moment at the suddenness of it all, before you peek through the window into the classroom.

There, you can see Makoto seated in his chair, though the desk itself had been removed. In its place stood, or rather squatted, one Celestia Ludenberg. Her big poofy skirt had been flipped over her ass, revealing two phat, pure-white cheeks that were viciously twerking over Makoto’s naked lap, around his large erection.

All the other girls looked on in envy at the sight, while Celestia mostly ignored them, entirely focused on her work. Makoto, meanwhile, seemed to be in heaven.

It seemed there was a sort of rotation in place right now, every girl taking their turn to try and convince Makoto to pick his favorite…

But perhaps the girls had been too good at trying to become Makoto’s type, and now, he was completely incapable of deciding.

Because, judging by his expression, it seemed his favorite would always be whichever one was pleasuring him right at that moment~

[thelewdpokemanik]

In exchange for a hefty price, what lewd thing is Celestia willing to do to those who seek her out?

“For a large enough sum, I’m willing to do anything,” Celestia answered happily. She had no shame about it, of course. If nothing else, it should be the people who were willing to throw away their life’s savings for a few moments of her time that should feel ashamed.

“Between someone like Hifumi who spends weeks scrounging up all the money they can find before giving it all away to me for a fleeting moment of pleasure, and me who gets paid thousands of dollars to step on his cocklet for a few minutes before he wastes another one of his loads all over the floor, who’s the pathetic one, really?”

But of course, Celestia also regularly rubbed shoulders with people who actually had the means to throw some real cash around. For those people, she had a more, enticing offer.

“For 50,000 dollars USD, you get to have as much of my ass as you can handle for one night,” Celeste explained with a titter. “Spank it, worship it, fuck it, it's yours to play with as you will. After that night, I’m 50k richer, and they’re addicted~” She promises, lifting her poofy skirt to show just a hint of the pale globes of fat just barely hidden beneath the lace, and you can’t find it in yourself to try and contradict her, not when just that little peek is enough to make you want to crack your own wallet.

“Here’s where the real money comes in, however. The first night’s cheap. The second night, well, it depends on how much money I think I can milk them for. Ranges from 250,000 and 1,000,000 USD. And trust me, no one ever takes just one night.” 

Celeste licks her painted lips, her smile sharp and hungry as she leans forward. “Why are you asking? Are you interested? I suppose I could give you a discount for your first taste. I’ll recoup the losses when you come crawling back for more anyway~”

You are in danger…

[thelewdpokemanik]

Sonia I heard ass shaking is considered a mark of a very sexy, capable, woman in Novoselic. Is this true?

“Of course? Is it not the case here in Japan?” Sonia asked, confused. “How else is a woman supposed to attract mates if not by the clapping of her cheeks?”

The source of Sonia’s confusion, of course, is very easy to understand. After all, her huge, wobbling cake had been just as effective at getting the guys to stare in wonder in Hope’s Peak as it had been in Novoselic, and she was far from the only fat-assed girl in her class, let alone the school. She had simply assumed that what she believed was also true here in Japan.

After all, despite her attitude, Maki’s ass still earned her many, many admirers who were willing to deal with the threats if it meant getting a glimpse of those cheeks, and while Mukuro was often overshadowed by her sister, the sole force of her ass was enough to get her own following of lusty fans.

Sonia herself often had lines of people following behind her as she walked around the school, making sure to shake her hips for their viewing pleasure, and whenever she practiced her courting dance, she was sure to attract a crowd.

After a moment of thought, Sonia simply shook her head, smiling. “No. There’s no doubt that even here in Japan, a woman’s most important quality is how well she can ‘shake her booty’!” She concluded.

Perhaps on this, Novoselic was simply ahead of the rest of the world~

[thelewdpokemanik]

Miu iruma, junko enoshima, or Kaede Akamatsu .

Which one is the most fitting of the "ultimate bimbo" according to makoto ?

Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for both the ask and the images! Love Love <3

"Ah well, I think it depends on what you're looking for in a bimbo, right? For example, Junko's got the style down pat."

"The make-up, the clothes, the hair, she's not the Ultimate Fashionista for nothing. I know she's always wearing that thick lipstick just to leave rings around my cock. But that's also a big flaw of hers for some people I would think. Very much a free thinker, forward planner, and go-getter kinda girl. Can't say I don't see the good in that myself, but some people think a good bimbo should be an obedient one, and I can understand that too.

Can't count the number of times my plans were waylaid because Junko ambushed me in a hallway, or was waiting for me in my dorm room.

If you prefer your bimbos more docile, then you'd probably prefer Miu."

"That girl won't be trying anything, and if she does, she'll fold if you so much as raise your voice at her. Manhandle her for a bit, and she'll melt. Give her a good spanking, and you'll have a love-struck slave on your hands for the next few hours.

I learned how to handle her the hard way if you will. Miu was a tease and a bitch when I first met her, or she was acting like one at least. She kept pushing me and pushing me, until I finally gave her what she was asking for.

A few hours later, Miu had learned that teasing me meant me being horny and that I wouldn't hesitate to put the slut in her place to satisfy myself.

That doesn't mean she doesn't still try, but we both know she's simply trying to rile me up to fuck her. And if I don't feel like it, or am busy with another slut, simply telling her to 'go masturbate in a corner' will have the blonde scampering to obey me.

But another issue that both those girls have is that I think they fail to be bimbos on a more base level. Oh, they might look and act like bimbos, but they don't think like one.

Both Junko and Miu are Ultimates. They may act like bimbos, or dress like one, but they will always be their Ultimate before anything else.

That’s probably why I would personally say Kaede’s the best bimbo.

When Kaede first entered this school, she was scouted as the Ultimate Pianist. She was known pretty widely as the Piano Freak, a girl who would regularly play until she passed out, either from lack of sleep, or hydration.

But the moment I saw her, I saw something special

With her determined attitude, her single-minded passion, and the way her tits strained against her sweater, I saw a girl who wasn’t operating at her full potential. And as her Senpai, I decided I had to help her out. Give her proper guidance, if you will.

A few hours later, Kaede was drowning in my cum, and her brain was like wet clay, ready to learn at my feet.

Later that same day, Kaede was walking into the headmaster’s office, begging him to let her change her talent to train and become the Ultimate Bimbo.

It’s been a few months now, and I’m pretty sure Kaede couldn’t care less about piano, unless you were talking about fucking her atop one. The only thing she cares about nowadays is cock and cum and sex. She’s been making good use of Hope’s Peak’s facilities to train both her body and mind to become a proper sex toy every day since we first met.

And, well, the results speak for themselves, don’t they?"

"Like I said, the girl’s driven. She knows what she wants, and she wants to do it until she physically cannot anymore.

Problem is, not just anyone can handle the new Ultimate Bimbo. Once, she invited her whole class, boys and girls, to an orgy, where she fucked all of them into the ground. Thankfully, the Ultimate Nurse was on site, or Hope’s Peak might’ve been in trouble with all the broken pelvises and dehydrated students.

Even luckier, I was close by to fuck the cow into unconsciousness before she could attack the nurse.

Though the experience did nothing to slow down Kaede’s training. If nothing else, the school was even more invested in seeing just how far she could push herself, and, well, now they also had a boy to keep her in check.

Can’t say if I really deserved the title of Ultimate Stud after that incident, but most everyone agreed, so I didn’t try and resist when they gave it to me. I think it’s mostly honorific until I actually begin making use of the training Hope’s Peak has offered me, though I don’t see much of a reason to do so.

I also didn’t protest when they moved Kaede to my room, for me to fuck into a babbling mess every night, lest she sneak into some unsuspecting victims’ room for the night.

And I can’t deny that Kaede deserves to be called the Ultimate Bimbo either. Usually, I have to go through two, maybe three, sometimes four girls before calming down enough to put my pants back on, but Kaede isn’t afraid to match me thrust for thrust.

By the time I fuck her to exhaustion, I’m feeling pretty winded myself. Not ‘tired’, of course, but still. Enough that some of the other girls are starting to feel backed up themselves now that I no longer need to go through half the student body every week.

All of them, Kaede included, whenever she’s coherent enough to speak actual words, have been asking me to go through the Ultimate Stud training Hope’s Peak is looking into. I haven’t been too interested, to be honest; I’m fine as I am, and while sex is fun, and great exercise, my libido is more of an issue than anything else.

But, I can’t deny that I might have to. After destroying all the girls of Hope’s Peak, it wouldn’t do to not take responsibility, and train until I could actually satisfy them all, even as Kaede’s own training allows her to keep going for longer and longer.

Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I think it’s a good idea; I need to make sure I can both satisfy the Ultimate Bimbo and all the other Ultimate sluts that are begging for my cock.

And, well, Ultimate Stud is probably better than Ultimate Lucky Student, right? Can’t deny that the benefits are a lot better, at least."

[thelewdpokemanik]

So, we ALL know that the proportions of the DR2 girls are EXTREMELY innacurate, so please tell us, great Manik, what are their true bodies~~

“Eh?” Manik asked, blinking in surprise at being addressed. “Me? I mean, uh, sure? If you’re fine with me then I guess I can answer this one… Let me just…” Manik turns back toward her computer, before pulling up the list of SDR2 girls. “Theeere we go~”

“So, let’s start from the top! Akane Owari, she’s definitely the bustiest girl in her class- hell, she might be the bustiest girl in the school, with only Kaede, Junko, Miu and Hina that can even rival her. She’s got a nice ass, but it’s definitely all muscle, with little to no fat. Definitely someone’s preference, but not really mine. And of course, she’s got abs you could grate cheese on~

Second on the list is Chiaki! Chiaki is thicc, let me tell you. She’s got the second largest breasts in her class, and her ass is even fatter. Her thighs are thick, and she’s even got a bit of a pudge. Just enough for some love handles. That girl is marshmallow soft, let me tell you.

Third is Princess Sonia! The pretty princess has a sinful body under that dress, no question about it. She’s got that perfect hourglass silhouette, and her skin’s porcelain smooth.

Fourth is Hiyoko! No one could actually mistake her for a child, not with that dumptruck of an ass. In any other group, she’d take the top spot, but sadly for her, she got stuck with Chiaki. She’s almost completely flat up top, but ‘almost completely’ isn’t ‘completely’, so hang in there Hiyoko!

Fifth is Mahiru! She’s definitely got the most ‘normal’ body of all the girls. Some nice tits, a nice booty, definitely the girl-next-door type of gal, but those freckles~ God, I wanna kiss every single one, all over her body~

Sixth is Mikan! Poor sweet Mikan, her body’s way too sexy for her to handle! She’s bigger than Sonia both up top and down town, but she doesn’t have those princess genes that allow her to have the same tiny waist, so she isn’t as hourglassed-shaped, but its probably for the better. If she was, she’s probably manage to break in half!

Ibuki’s next! And sorry Ibuki, but she’s definitely the flattest of the girls overall. Oh sure, she does have a larger chest than Hiyoko, and her butt’s fine and all, but in a sea of titties and asses, Ibuki is definitely lacking. Thankfully, she makes up for it in enthusiasm~ You know those piercings go down all~ the way, and she’s got some tattoos under that uniform as well <3

And finally, Peko! She’s definitely ‘stronger’ than Akane, but not as ‘muscly’, you know? All her muscles are hidden beneath a thin, but visible layer of fat that keeps her looking (and feeling) soft and groppable. She’s got a good pair of tits on her, definitely above average, and while her butt’s ‘nice’ its not ‘big’, exactly. Still, nice~”

Manik looks at her word count, and panics. “OkIdon’thaveanymorewordsIcanusewithoutgoingoverthelimitIhopeyoulikedthisbye!”

[thelewdpokemanik]

Q&A: How does Mukuro feel having a booty that at least helps her rival Junko in some fashion?

“I don’t particularly care. I still don’t compare overall.” Mukuro answered coldly, before turning and walking away, leaving you to stare at her backside for a moment.

But you’d also managed to get just a hint of something that might’ve been a blush as she left, so you decided to follow her.

Mukuro’s first stop was the gym, where she did her normal workout, which as usual, began and ended with 100 weighted squats in front of the mirror. Following that, a shower where she seems to spend an inordinate amount of time soaping and cleaning her ass, even for its disproportionate size to the rest of her body. Then, breakfast, where she forced herself to eat food that seemed much too fatty for someone with her figure, though you could guess where it was all going.

And once she reached her classes, she ignored her own seat, instead making a beeline to Makoto’s desk, where the boy only had a moment for his eyes to widen before the soldier sat on his lap, crushing him under her fat booty cheeks, though judging by both of their blushes, neither was complaining about this situation.

All in all, it was easy to see that, while Mukuro would never admit to it out loud, she was quite proud of her ass.

[thelewdpokemanik]

Q&A: Really Celeste? How did makoto best you Three times in a row in Chess? Sheesh Makoto must be happy with ALL that 'Favours' he win from you

“Sh-Shut up…” Celestia hissed, her jaw set tightly and her red eyes glaring fiercely. Her whole body was tense like a drawn bow, and there was a hint of red on her cheeks even piercing through her pale white skin.

“I don’t know how he does it- There’s hardly any luck involved in chess, and that’s the only domain where he can rival me! I should be crushing him in chess five times out of five!”

The gambler was right. Technically, Makoto was much worse at chess than she was, and there was little to no chance for his luck to intervene.

That didn’t mean their matches were free of outside influence. Despite Celestia’s best efforts. In fact, it was because of those efforts that she was losing so consistently.

She had insisted on their matches being confined to a small, sealed room, where nothing and no one could interrupt them.

It also meant that she was locked in with a slightly aroused Makoto who was imagining what he would do if he won, or even if he lost. Not very aroused- just enough to give him a half-chub.

And that was more than enough for him to unintentionally begin hotboxing Celestia with his musky scent during their first game of chess, slowly making her more and more horny and bimbo-brained, until she was halfway between no longer remembering how to play and outright throwing.

And after that first loss, and that first ‘favour’, each subsequent game made Makoto even more aroused as he played, which made Celestia even worse at the game.

At this point, Makoto is convinced Celestia is just throwing every game intentionally as part of some roleplay or something similar, while Celestia is trying to make sense of things, which is much harder than you might think when she regularly spent hours being Makoto’s cum-drunk slave, with each ‘favour’ leaving just a little more of a lasting impression on her than the last.

At this point, Celestia is trying to figure out if she’s throwing subconsciously or something.

And more importantly, if she is, should she stop?~

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Q&A: Makoto have your luck lately cause you to being framed as a pervert and being in trouble? Even though you have no control over it... Im sure Chisa understand your situation when you get called over

“You wouldn’t believe how easy clothes can tear, of how tripping down the stairs might make you stumble right into the girls’ changing room.” Makoto explained, red-faced.

“O-One time, I even managed to get my head trapped inside Chiaki’s top. A-And! She didn’t care at all! She just kept playing like nothing had happened! But when I tried to free myself-

“Don’t move Makoto.” The soft-spoken girl said, her arms coming around her chest and trapping Makoto in place, ignoring his cries as she smothered him in her tits. “I’m gaming. Don’t disturb me.”

“Apparently, I was only disturbing her when I tried to move, so I was stuck there for the rest of the day!” The boy exclaimed, his blush covering his face at the memory, though it was clear it wasn’t only from embarrassment. 

“And another time, I fell into the girls’ changing room, again! Thankfully, the girls at least know that it’s something that happens, but that time, Tenko was in there alone and naked, and she was really mad. I tried to explain myself-

“I already know why, you degenerate male! You and your lewd body are out of control!” Tenko declared, before, in one swift move, sent Makoto to the ground, his clothes torn to shreds around him.

“N-No! It’s not my fault!” Makoto tried to protest, but Tenko only glared.

“So you’re saying it’s your body’s fault? It can’t be helped? Let’s see if you change your tune once I teach your cock a lesson!”

Makoto moaned in his hands. “I was stuck in that changing room for hours as Tenko made me cum again and again and again…”

He moaned again, louder, his hands gripping Chisa’s arms, though they were unable to stop them.

The teacher chuckled into Makoto’s ear, before pulling him even closer to her front as he sat in her lap, his head pressing into her tits, his cock in between her hands, languidly jacking him off. “That’s too bad, Makoto~ I also heard you had a run in with Hina? How about you tell Mommy about that~” She said, before biting the boy’s ear, making him moan, his hips bucking against her grip as he babbled his recollection of the events, making Chisa smile lewdly.

These little sessions with Makoto were the highlight of her week~ Nothing like forcing the boy into her lap, and slowly making him unravel as he explained his latest accidents, before she finally allowed him to cum after what usually took several hours to explain everything~

It always left her heart pounding and her panties drenched~

Maybe she’d even let Makoto help her out this time~ Reward him for his hardships with the cunt of a mature woman~

Or maybe she’d wait one more week. Just to see how Makoto would look like then~

Chisa licked her lips. Oh yes~ That sounded like a plan~

[thelewdpokemanik]

QA: Has Chiaki streamed any lewd games before?

Chiaki blinked slowly, before nodding. “I’ve begun doing so recently. Hope’s Peak insisted that I show off my full catalog during my streams.” She explained calmly.

“Though of course, just because I’m streaming doesn’t mean that I can slack off in my training.”

And indeed, she wasn’t. In fact, it seemed as if she had upped her training since the last time you had spoken to her. Her dildo was still present and still stretching her pussy wide, but to it had been added twin vibrators, tied to her nipples, making them visibly bulge out through her shirt.

She speaks over the buzzing noise. “Honestly, I’m glad Hope’s Peak has proposed this idea to me. My streams have never been more popular, or more lucrative. Thanks to them, I’ve been able to afford more games, and more toys to train with as well. Like this one.”

Chiaki shifts her position, revealing that not only is she bouncing on a dildo, but a shiny, jeweled plug is also sticking out from behind her asscheeks. She shifts in place lightly, blushing ever so slightly as the plug shifts inside of her, before her expression returns to normal.

“Are you here because you reconsidered my offer from last time? I’d be happy to collab with you, as long as you agree to help me train~”

[thelewdpokemanik]

QA: To anyone willing to answer, has Gonta ever been hypnotized to bring out his more 'feral' side, and if so how did it go?

The moment you begin speaking, Miu rushes over and slams her hands over your mouth. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up, dumbass!” she hisses, her blue eyes wide and wild.

She’s panting heavily, a blush covering her features. “If he fucking heard you-”

She’s cut off as the door to her lab is opened, revealing Gonta’s titanic frame. “Hello, Miu! Gonta is here for another relaxation session!” The giant says happily.

Miu sends you a death glare, before smiling at Gonta with what you can only imagine is supposed to be innocent happiness. “I-I’m glad you’re enjoying these so much!”

Gonta nods happily. “Oh yes! Gonta loves Academy, but being able to dream of forest family and running through trees helps Gonta work hard at school!” He blushes slightly, looking down. “Even though Gonta always wakes up very sweaty, he feels very relaxed. Dreams, very enjoyable.”

Miu shudders visibly, and you can see her rubbing her thighs together. “Y-Yeah, so- let’s strap you back in, big guy~”

It’s the work of moment for Gonta to be sat down, and his face is hidden under a visor. His whole body relaxes as the machine is turned on, leaving Miu to giggle perversely to herself, before she remembers that you’re still in the room.

“Fuck off, limp dick! Don’t judge me! He enjoys ‘dreaming’, and I enjoy being used like a sex toy! How about you just leave and jack off your needle dick while I get fucked by a beast~” She says, before physically pushing you out of the room.

But by the time you hear Gonta begin growling and see his monster cock threatening to rip through his pants, you’re running on your own, leaving Miu behind as she quickly undresses, a wide, unhinged smile on her face. The visor falls to the ground as Gonta stands up, and you leave the room before he can see you.

You barely hear Miu squeal as one of Gonta’s massive hands picks her up by the middle before the door shuts behind you, cutting off all sound. Or at least, it's supposed to.

There’s no silencing the animalistic fucking going on behind the door, as you can clearly hear Miu’s cries of mind-melting pleasure, Gonta’s roar of exertions, and the meaty clap of flesh against flesh~

[thelewdpokemanik]

Did Adult!Monaca's time as a space NEET effect her body in anyway, especially concerning her chest and hips?

Monaca pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest- or rather, trying to. She instead had to do so under her massive bust, which only pushed it higher and made it wobble intensely as the fatty flesh was moved. “Fine~ Maybe spending so much time just playing video games and eating snacks wasn’t Monaca’s best idea. But Monaca never did any exercise before, and she never put on any weight then! But, well…

Maybe it was all the space radiation that were constantly bombarding Monaca’s body that lead to, this.” The green-haired girl finished, gesturing down at herself. And there was a lot to gesture to now. 

Monaca had always been slight. Even as she grew up, she had only developed small curves denoting her femininity. But now…

Monaca no longer had anything to be envious of Junko over. She had easily surpassed her older sister both in the chest department, and lower down. Her chair groaned as Monaca settled in it, the arms straining not to snap off completely as they tried to contain her meaty ass, making her sigh, before she smirked.

“Well, it isn’t all bad. Monaca’s new streaming career is doing a lot better now thanks to these, and, well…

Monaca isn’t going to lie and say she doesn’t like them~”