A Despair-Inducing Revelation

A few minutes later, you're still with Enoshima, Maizono and Fukawa, but you're now riding in a large elevator, descending what feels like miles and miles under the school building. Too aware of the consequences of disobeying Monokuma's instructions, you'd headed straight to the red door near the A/V room as commanded, yourself and Enoshima not even daring to head to the bathroom, your hair and faces still covered in drying artificial cum. This elevator had been behind the red door, and you'd all gotten on-board; for the first few moments of the descent you had all attempted to question Fukawa further about her sudden tongue growth and personality shift during the challenge, but the girl had completely clammed up and refused to talk, so now you ride in uncomfortable silence.

Finally the elevator comes to a halt, and the doors open up. Nervously you lead the way out, your panties so wet with pussy juices that they're uncomfortable to walk in. The room you step into is circular, with checkerboard tiles covering most of the floor. Red velvet curtains like you'd see at a theatre line the walls, and in the center of the room is a circle of seven wooden podiums, each resembling the dock that defendants were required to stand in at criminal trials. On a small raised platform looking over the podiums is a golden throne, in which sits Monokuma, a large monitor suspended just above him.

"Hello, hi, hello!" he waves as you enter. "Welcome to the results room! As you might be able to guess, this was originally designed for, uh... a slightly different purpose, but, y'know, plans change. Well, my plans do anyway. Please, take a podium!" You all hesitantly move into the circle as instructed.

"Why are there seven?" Maizono asks. "There are only six of us still here."

It's a good question, and you're curious to know the answer, but Monokuma focuses on the wrong part. "Right, there are six of you! Let's bring in our fifth and sixth place finishers!" He claps his paws, and one of the curtains on the walls opens up to reveal a side door, out of which slowly walks Aoi Asahina. The usually-upbeat swimmer looks utterly defeated and terrified, legs trembling as she plods, shoulders hunched, to her podium. Celeste is next to enter, looking furious and humiliated, and for good reason. Monokuma clearly just teleported her here straight from the dining hall, not giving her a chance to put her skirt or panties back on, leaving her lower half completely naked apart from her footwear, dribbles of cum still leaking down her legs as she covers her crotch with her hands. To Celeste's credit, she still attempts to walk in a refined, ladylike manner, but the resulting vision is equal parts lewd and comical, which you doubt is the effect she's going for. She reaches her podium opposite Enoshima, and grimaces as she realises the podium's design means there's still nothing more than her hands shielding her pussy from view.

"Alright, let's get to it!" chirps Monokuma. "Welcome to the results ceremony, where we take a look back at the challenge we've just seen and go through the contestants official placements one by one. I know everyone's just dying to see the punishment, so I'll make this as quick as I can! First, let's have a look at what our captive audience predicted the results would be before the event took place!" The monitor above Monokuma flickers into life, displaying what appears to be the results of a poll of some kind. The heading reads 'Who do you think will be the best cock-sucker?' and a bar graph is shown underneath displaying the consensus. Maizono, ironically, is in last place, with yourself, Fukawa and Celeste all with roughly the same amount of votes in the middle of the table. Asahina is in second, with Enoshima right at the top.

A chill goes down your spine, and Celeste voices the question you don't want the answer to. "How did you... get these scores?" she asks, her voice a little hoarse from all the screaming she'd done while riding the dildo earlier.

"Hmm?" Monokuma asks, innocently.

"Who voted on this?!" Celeste snaps. "Did you just make up these statistics?!"

"He said... our 'captive audience'," you say slowly. "You're... showing the camera footage to the others, aren't you? Ogami, Fujisaki and the boys, they're..." You wince as you think about the actions you performed in the dining hall cubicle. "They're being **** to watch this, aren't they?"

"Wow, Kirigiri-chan, I'm impressed!" Monokuma trills. "You're exactly right! Well, I say exactly..."

"What are you saying?!" Asahina cuts him off. "Y-you mean... Ogami-san... and all the others... they saw me... they saw us..."

"Degrading yourselves? Slobbering on my big, thick cocks? Yep, that's right, they saw it all! And they're seeing you right now, too!" Monokuma's voice is manic as he waves a paw and the display on the monitor changes, now showing a a live feed of the replica Hope's Peak gym, your non-present classmates all standing with their backs to the camera in front of a monitor, which is displaying the results room you're in now, the camera currently cutting intermittently between an overhead shot of the podium circle and various lewd camera angles of Asahina's tits, Celeste's bare ass, and yourself and Enoshima's cum-covered faces. "Puhuhu... puhuhuhuhuhu!" Monokuma laughs maniacally.

The monitor switches off and there's an uproar in the room, your fellow classmates all letting out shouts of protest and wails of shame and agony. Through it all, though, Monokuma is staring directly at you, and you feel a second chill run through you as you realise why. He's testing you, seeing if you were paying attention. "You were going to say something else," you say to the bear, your voice somehow having enough authority to silence the din around you. "Before Asahina-san interrupted you. You phrased it like I hadn't quite figured out the whole picture."

"Puhuhuhu~" Monokuma laughs again. "My, my, Kirigiri-chan! Brains and deepthroating skills, all in one smoking hot package? I might be starting to fall for you~"

"Shut it!" Enoshima snaps.

"You jealous?" Monokuma asks, tilting his head at the fashionista.

"N-no!" Enoshima protests, caught oddly off-guard by the response. "I just want you to quit with the bullshit and tell us! If Kirigiri-san didn't figure out the 'whole picture', what is that picture? What could possibly be worse than our classmates watching this?!"

"Y-yeah!" adds Fukawa. "G-give us the whole p-picture already!"

"The 'hole picture'? Sounds lewd." Monokuma shrugs. "Alright, fine, if you wanna know so badly. Kirigiri-chan was right; Naegi-kun, Togami-kun, all those bastards are watching you guys slut it up on camera. But... they're not the only ones." He raises his paw again and several images appear on the monitor, changing every few seconds to a new picture. But they all tell the same, horrible story. A young couple sat in front of the TV at home. A nerdy loner hunched over his laptop. A group of rowdy drunks stood watching the TV at a bar. A crowd gathered in the disturbingly ruined looking Times Square, staring at the billboards. In all the different images, the screens displayed the same exact thing. An overhead shot of this exact room, all of you stood at your podiums.

"It's fake," Celeste says immediately. "It's a lie, it has to be."

"Bears don't lie!" Monokuma retorts, folding his arms sulkily. "Unlike some people I could mention! Hmph!"

"It can't be fake," you say, forcing the words out. "He let us choose our own podiums. He had no idea where we were going to stand. There was no way for him to know. It's real. It's live. It's... the whole world is..."

You sink to your knees, your mantra of controlling your emotions repeating over and over again in your head, the only thing stopping you from screaming in anguish. Everyone else doesn't have that defense mechanism. The results room descends into chaos, demands and objections and cries of despair flying around the circle from every direction. You sink deeper and deeper into your mantras, trying to shield yourself from the horrors of your reality, when suddenly... you remember.

You stand up suddenly, staring Monokuma dead in the face. "We'll stop you," you declare, and your fellow students all stare at you, stopping what they're doing.

"Hmm?" Monokuma asks, waving a paw dismissively.

"You heard me," you say. "We will not submit, no matter how many trials you put us through. You can **** us, show us to the world at our lowest point... but we won't break. We are the Ultimate Students of Hope's Peak Academy, the symbols of hope. I am the Ultimate Detective. If it's the last thing I do... I'll stop you." The memories of the cases you'd solved, of your training, of coming to Hope's Peak to find your father; they're all back now. You know you can conquer this foe, no matter how long it takes.

Your classmates all stare between you and Monokuma, no-one breaking the tense silence.

Finally, the bear responds. "Puhuhu..." His laugh is hollow and sinister. "You'll stop me, huh?" His grin seems to broaden. "I look forward to seeing you try."