A strip show for Atua's faithful

It hadn't been hard for Shuichi to guess that with the combination of the spike in libido that the strip club provided and Angie's need to get the others in the school to buy into her religion, she'd use her new base of worship in the most obvious way possible. What he hadn't been expecting was his own participation being requested as part of the package. According to Angie, she'd seen videos-- back when any of them could still watch videos-- depicting boys and girls, doing these kinds of shows together.

When he heard her request, Shuichi was more than a little dubious. "L-Like audience participation?" he asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He supposed if he was going to ultimately end up forcing the girls to do perverted things in the name of their safety, he ought to take a bullet himself, but this sounded way too embarrassing. "Or do you mean I'd have to actually dance? I've got no experience with that sort of thing. Does anyone here know about dancing?"

"We're a class full of geniuses, aren't we? How hard can it be?" Angie laughed, holding onto a nearby pole and twirling around it as though to illustrate her point. Her white braids flapping about her head and her yellow parka trailing an arc through the air looked sillier than they did arousing. "Besides, I'm not talking about you dancing; I don't know you that well yet, but I can't really imagine you doing that either. In the videos I'm thinking of, the guy lets the girl take the reigns, while he sits down and helps her do this and that to strip down. Plus, she takes his clothes off at the same time!"

"Does doing something like that really glorify Atua?!"

"Anything glorifies Atua if you say it's for him! Just make sure it's good so he doesn't get pissed off, nya ha ha!"

Shuichi pushed his cap back down over his eyes and frowned deeply as he considered his options. This sounded like an embarrassment that would be hard to come back from, but on the other hand, it could give him a chance to fulfill several of the day's missions. Making sure the dance went through with a girl would fulfill the Green Mission-- watching a sexy dance-- for sure and it would probably accomplish the otherwise difficult Red Mission-- taking three pieces of clothes off a girl-- too if he played his cards right he'd been assigned. He didn't think it'd give him much of a chance for the others, but still, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to get 40 Ero Points just like that, without incriminating himself in the process. If anyone asked, he could just say he'd been bullied into it by Angie... It wouldn't even be lying, really.

That aside, he still had questions. "Who's participating in this? For that matter, is anyone going to be watching?"

"Well, there wouldn't be much point if nobody watched. I already put out hand-drawn flyers in the lunch room. I figure everybody in the school is gonna come! As for the dancers, it's me and a special guest! Trust me, Shuichi. I swear on the name of Atua, it's gonna be divine!" Angie didn't sound embarrassed in the least to be part of this sort of exhibitionism... Shuichi wondered if that was due to the combination of music and atmosphere that the tip in his Monopad had mentioned, or if it was just her strange personality.

Shuichi really hoped Angie was being over-optimistic about the turn-out for her performance. He felt like he might as well submit to becoming the first ****, at this rate. If he allowed himself to be trapped into situations like this to prevent the killing game, his social life was going to be so awkward, it wouldn't be long before he'd want to die anyway.

Shuichi sat with his hands nervously clenched onto the underside of a wooden seat, perched in the center of the strip club's main stage with a stripper pole on either side of him, faintly visible in the darkness. The only lighting at present was a single, yellow spotlight, shining from the ceiling down upon him. He felt oddly as though he was about to play the victim in an especially saucy execution Monokuma had thought up. "It's no problem," he reminded himself. "There's no killing game. This is just Angie playing around. Besides... This won't even be the strangest or most memorable thing anybody sees today. This isn't an ordinary school, after all."

As if to reject his suggestion that the situation didn't demand further worry, the lights in the room lifted ever so slightly, now fading in and out from black to white. From here, Shuichi could confirm more or less what he expected: there was no audience, except for just one person. Even the few perverted students in the school had skipped out on this one. The only one who'd shown up was Rantaro Amami, the greenish-haired boy who, despite a significant starting advantage had died first in the early leg of the killing game Shuichi had lived through. He was dressed plainly with a loose-fitting, long-sleeved, black-and-blue striped shirt, along with gray-brown jeans, and stood with his thumbs hooked in his pants pockets. He was much taller than Shuichi and, the detective suspected, would generally be regarded as the more attractive of the two; he gave off a kind of a playboy air, even if Shuichi had rarely seen him act that way.

Right now, Rantaro wore an amused, cryptic smile. It made Shuichi wonder what the guy had been doing in the strip club this morning, away from the others... had he investigated the VIP room and discovered special characteristics that would lead him to make new hypotheses about a game being set into motion? Shuichi wondered if it would be possible to curb this one's natural suspicion and drive to win at the game, even if he had a chance to talk to him one-on-one. When Rantaro spotted Shuichi looking his way, he generously began to clap his hands together with the rising music and even laughed. He seemed so carefree, Shuichi really wanted to imagine he might be living free of the paranoia that encompassed his original run...

Shuichi's attention was abruptly pulled from Rantaro as the spinning light structure above the stripper stage, designed in the shape of a round bear head, winked a white light down onto one of the stripper poles. The form of Kirumi Tojo was revealed, wearing a stern frown that didn't fit the atmosphere. One of her slender arms was coiled around the pole, while her leg crossed behind the base. As the music began to thrum and she made her way towards Shuichi, her cleaned-- but still immodest-- hip apron swayed along with the skirt of the fetish maid gear he'd unintentionally put her in. The same poise that served her so well as a maid, with no unseemly, extraneous motions, fit perfectly for dancing. The Ultimate Detective had no way to know if she'd been trained in dancing or even done any recreationally, but every step was still mesmerizing as her black, high-heeled shoes tapped against the dance floor in her approach.

Her face was a frowning mask, showing little of the embarrassment she'd suffered earlier. Was this the club's music and atmosphere modifying her behavior, or had she managed to steel herself against her interfering emotions? For that matter, why was she even assisting with this sort of thing? Wasn't she supposed to decline requests of a sexual nature?

... Either way, it wasn't exactly something to complain about. At close range, Shuichi was powerless to keep his eyes off of her long legs in stockings and the low-cut hem of her dress's bodice. With the noisy music and the public setting, he couldn't exactly question her anyway. Beyond that, he felt as though his voice was stuck in his throat, especially once she placed one hand upon the back of his chair, one high-heeled foot on the corner of the seat across from him, and began to snake her body back and forth, putting her breasts dangerously close to her face.

"This is way too much for the club's manipulation, isn't it?!" Shuichi thought to himself, wondering if he was being subconsciously affected in the same way... Maybe that was why he hadn't disagreed when Angie asked him to be part of this.

The bear head above the stage spun again, then released a loud "upupu" before the bass dropped and the red eye shined a new, sinister spotlight on the stage's other pole. There, Angie Yonaga was standing with a big smile on her face, wearing an outfit in a similar monotone black-and-white to Kurumi's, but designed to look like a nun's instead of a maid's, including the hood and habit, but ending at about knee-length with short, black boots. Shuichi couldn't help but notice that instead of a cross, a islander's totem of some kind was hanging by a chain around her neck, currently resting at the slight swell of her breast beneath her getup. With giddy, jumping motions that didn't match Kurumi's at all, the girl comically jumped forward landing on two feet in front of Shuichi. From the long sleeve of her habit, she produced a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemeeen! Faithful of Atua! Welcome to my troupe's first performance in service of our favorite nice-guy diety, Atua! Donations can be made in the donation box just in front of the stage! Atua accepts cash and blood!" Angie informed the crowd, which consisted only of the single, mysterious boy.

Shuichi dearly hoped Rantaro wasn't planning to give blood here, or cash, for that matter. His attention was taken off of the audience again as Angie squished both of his cheeks in her hands, then pulled his head back front and center so that his eyes were on her. With an alarming laugh, she jumped backwards, then threw open her habit and discarded it in a pool around her feet. Suddenly, the majority of her tanned flesh was revealed, as she was left in nothing more than the hood, short boots and gloves, and a skimpy black bikini with the word "ATUA" printed across the butt in gold. Her body wasn't nearly so glamorous as Kurumi's, but still, Shuichi felt himself standing annoyingly erect at the bawdy sight. When she gave a loud "nya ha ha," covering her mouth with one hand, Shuichi realized his reaction must have been obvious from this distance, he crossed his legs a bit and blushed furiously.

It seemed his embarrassment was a bit premature, as Kurumi suddenly took up spot in front of him, placing her hands behind her head and nearly placing her ass into his lap to give him access to the back tie of her apron. Shuichi, remembering his role in the show, felt his fingers trembling as he fumbled with the large bow-knot just above her buttocks. It took a bit longer than he'd have liked, but finally, he got it untied.

"Wow wow! Atua really likes good boys who do what they're supposed to, Shuichi!" Angie clapped, rattling the microphone in her hands as she did.

With her apron off, Kurumi responded by plucking the cap from Shuichi's head and tossing it into the crowd with an easy, theatrical flick of her wrist. Rantaro caught it with surprising ease. The maid kept her stoic frown on as she began to circle Shuichi's chair, exploring his shoulders and arms gently with her gloved hands. The boy couldn't help but wonder if she was sizing him up; if she was, she'd probably be disappointed with how scrawny and feminine he felt beneath the coat. Just about any of the boys here would beat him in a physical contest, with the exception of Kokichi. As if the feel hadn't satisfied her, she stopped behind his chair, resting her bosom upon the top of his head as she slowly began to unbutton the front of his jacket.

"Kirumi!" he finally hissed in a quiet whisper, feeling as if he was the most flustered person on the stage, despite currently wearing the most clothing. "You don't have to do this, you know!?"

"I'm simply repaying a debt, Shuichi. Are you not happy with this?" she questioned, her voice tantalizingly close behind him.

"I'm...!" Shuichi gulped, finding himself unable to call her off. His heartbeat was racing as she pulled his torso free of the jacket, revealing his plain, white undershirt. He felt his dick throbbing inside his trousers... It would be hard to say he wasn't enjoying the attention.

Kirumi stepped around to the side again, then swung to the front, placed her hands upon her knees, and once again gave Shuichi access to her ass. This time, her lower body really was basically in his lap, as she began bucking up against his belly and down against his groin. "T-Too much! Is she actually angry about earlier?! Is this her paying me back?!" he questioned to himself, thinking that she must realize how uncomfortable this show was making him. "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be... She's not leaving me any choice!" Wincing, as though afraid what he would see, Shuichi unbuttoned the side of her skirt, then pulled it open, allowing it to fall to her knees as she twerked. Beneath, she wore those frilly, tight white panties, hiding nothing of the peach shape of her bottom as it pushed against his groin.

Just as soon as they'd been revealed, she changed positions, flipping to put her back towards the crowd and swiveling her hips back and forth, while resting her hands on each of his knees. Her head was in dangerously close proximity to his boner, he realized, with an expression of disbelief similar to the ones he'd worn during the class trials. With that same cool, professional look on her face, Kirumi opened her mouth, then bit his zipper, which was elevated slightly out of place by his erection.

"Kirumi!" Shuichi squeaked, nearly tipping the chair backward as his hands gripped down onto the sides of it and his feet kicked off of the floor in surprise.

Despite his slapstick response, she continued, pulling the zipper all the way down, before hooking her hands onto either side of his hips. While he kicked his legs in protest, she dragged the slacks down to his ankles, revealing his uncomfortably tented boxer shorts to the other attendants.

"Oh! Divine!" Angie giggled. Rantaro clapped along with an easy smile.

"Kirumi, wait!" Shuichi begged, now crossing both hands over his lap for modesty's sake, before the girl suddenly pushed up to sit in his lap with her legs to either side of him. Forcefully, she grabbed one hand, yanking it off of his groin, then placed it on the back of her bodice. Shuichi was **** to remember the shower scene earlier... If he took this off, her bare breasts would be exposed, right? Defying further resistance from him, she then grabbed his other hand, placing it atop the other at the arch of her back, while her pussy, covered by that thin, silken white fabric, rested against the twitching erection, barely hidden by his boxers. He didn't feel he could argue further in this position. Without hesitating any further, he unbuttoned the back of the maid outfit, then pulled the top apart from the back. His eyes were bulging as he shamelessly watched her chest.

When the top came off, she wore a Monokuma-head-shaped pasty over each exposed breast. She'd probably accounted for losing this much of her outfit and wanted to avoid a situation like earlier. The same small frown rested upon her face, but her eyebrows lowered and a bit of color rose to her cheeks. "You're an adult, aren't you, Shuichi? It's the same for me. It was childish of me earlier, when I abandoned my duty because of a foolish thing like girlish modesty," she whispered to him. "You're acting half-heartedly as well. If you're an adult, try to behave in an adult way."

Shuichi nodded dumbly, then, without thinking, grabbed one hand atop her the back of her panties, digging his fingers into the fabric. At the same time, he grabbed his hand around her breast, finding his fingers exploring the sides of the Monokuma shaped sticker there. In his mind, he pictured the pretty, pink nipples he'd briefly seen earlier that day. His hands wanted to explore further!

"W-Wait-" Kirumi protested, dropping that newfound steely resolve of hers with quivering lips and a worried tilt of her eyebrows. "Angie's show only called for this much, right? My orders weren't to..." It seemed Angie had given her instructions that she'd agreed to follow to a certain point; neither she nor Angie had accounted for the fact that Shuichi might be this into it. Shuichi certainly hadn't either.

Realizing what he was doing, the boy released his hold on her womanly features, then sprung both hands into the air. "Aaah! Sorry! I got carried away!" Part of him had been hoping that Anytime Grope Forgiveness would kick in, but he'd forgotten: its default state only allows it to be assigned to one target, and he unwittingly put it on Tsumugi earlier. He cursed his luck... if only he'd found a way to save it, or even level it up, this could have been a chance to clear another mission while enjoying himself-

"No! I-I wasn't trying to enjoy myself! I was just trying to fulfill the missions!" the unfortunate(?) boy reminded himself, clenching his teeth in frustration as his lower brain tried to argue the opposite, pushing up against the thin fabric of Kirumi's panties in its excitement.

The maid finally excused herself, rising up to her feet with a small bow and a red face. Shuichi's expression matched her own. Angie, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, waving her hands in the air. "That's the power of Atua! You two barely know each other, yet you were bumping uglies like lovers, nya ha ha ha!" the Ultimate Artist cackled, misattributing what was probably the work of the club's supernatural arousal enhancement properties to her god. "I'm feeling really good about this show! How did you folks like it?" She extended her microphone down towards the audience; Shuichi could only sigh in relief at the knowledge that Rantaro was the only audience member, given that Rantaro probably had much bigger things on his mind than the personal embarrassment Shuichi had just made of himself.

Only, Rantaro wasn't the only audience member any more. Shuichi felt his heart leap into his throat as he realized Kaede Akamatsu was also there, wearing a shocked expression with her mouth open wide and her hands in front of it. Her outfit was the same as ever, with a modest pink sweater-vest and white shirt over her impressive bosom and a short, plaid skirt, making her look remarkably overdressed for the environment. Her white bookbag had simply slipped off of her shoulders and smashed against the floor of the club in her state of alarm. This Kaede barely knew him, and as a result, her look towards him wasn't scolding or begging an explanation; it was simply mystified that this sort of thing was happening in the middle of the day. She'd probably been wanting to learn more about the people living here with her and now that she had this to go off of, Shuichi couldn't blame her for feeling uncomfortable.

Along with her was K1-B0, who wore an equally baffled, indignant expression of surprise; he was probably wondering what in the world Shuichi was doing, indulging himself like this when a huge, new mystery was going on. Still, as confused as K1-B0 might be, Shuichi was far more concerned about the look on Kaede's face. Before Shuichi could call out to her, Kaede walked backwards towards the door, then disappeared outside. They'd only met briefly at lunch the previous day so far. To think that this would be her first impression of him... Explaining the situation had just become an extra mission for today that he had to make sure he accomplished! Without bothering to replace his clothes, Shuichi jumped up from the stage and began to run after her.