Barely

The familiar morning announcement plays, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you; finally this **** will be over. Your near-feral attempts to achieve orgasm had proved futile, leaving you on the edge for almost the whole night, fidgeting and sweating and whimpering with unsatiated desire. You had managed to get a few hours sleep when the vibrator's intensity eased off, Monokuma clearly wanting you rested enough to face today's challenge, if nothing else. Now, though, the sex toy was back to pushing you right to breaking point before snatching your climax away from you at the last possible moment. Monokuma's announcement finishes, and you sit on the edge of your bed, eagerly awaiting the bear's appearance to unlock your chastity belt and finally allow your new, unscarred fingers access to your dripping wet slit. The prospect of finally being granted release has you rocking back forth with anticipation, having to actually lick your lips to catch a thin line of drool at the corner of your mouth. You're so ready to cum, you need it so badly...

But the moment never arrives. The room stays empty, silent but for the vibrator buzzing inside your needy snatch. "No..." Panic grips you as you realise what could be happening here. Monokuma had told you to 'have a good night', and you had taken that to mean that one night was the duration of your punishment. But he had never actually specified a timeframe. "No, you can't do this!" you cry out, looking up at the security camera that was pointed directly at your body, naked besides the steel thong that kept your hands away from the one place you wanted to touch. "Monokuma, please! You have to let me cum, I need it!" Desperation and sexual frustration have turned your usual cool, aloof voice into a bratty, petulant whine as you beg your tormentor for release. "I'm sorry!" you add, knowing you're effectively submitting to your mortal enemy here but having no other choice. "I'm sorry for lying to you, I'm sorry, just please let me- oooooohhhhhh~!" The vibrator turns your pleas into an animalistic moan as a particularly sharp spike of arousal surges through you, but as usual it stops right as you're about to hit your peak. You pant for breath as the sex toy's intensity decreases yet again. "Dammit, no!" you wail, clawing uselessly at your chastity belt, wanting your fingers inside your pussy more than you've ever wanted anything in your life.

"Puhuhuhuhu~!" Monokuma's laugh snaps your attention to the monitor, on which the bear's grinning face is now displayed. "What's this, Kirigiri-chan? This doesn't seem like Ultimate Detective behaviour? Are you sure you remembered your talent right? Are you a Kirigiri detective, or are you just a pathetic, needy slut who's addicted to fingering herself?"

Almost all of your brain is screaming at you to just say you're the latter, to give him what he wants in the hopes of him showing you mercy and letting you cum; a tiny part of you, that you won't acknowledge even to yourself, is even thinking that what he's saying is actually true. But there's still enough willpower, enough Kirigiri clan training, left in you to instead shake your head. "I-I'm *ahhnnn* n-not a slut...!" you protest, in-between moans and gasps that sound undeniably slutty. "I-I'm *mmmm* the Ultimate Detective...!"

"Oh?" Monokuma tilts his head. "Well, in that case, you should be able to handle some more of this, then! The belt comes off, hmm... let's say at the night time announcement! That should give me and our viewers plenty of time to enjoy watching you squirm. Puhuhu... Puhuhuhuhuhu!"

"N-no!" you cry, but the monitor has already faded to black. "NO!" You curl your hands into fists and pound in frustration at your chastity belt, but it only results in a sharp pain in your knuckles. Dammit, that was stupid, you curse yourself internally. I need to get a grip. The pain seems to have stirred something in you - not the thing you really wanted to be stirred up, but something. Yes, this was agonising, and a whole day of being edged like this sounds impossible, but what you'd said to Monokuma was true; you are the Ultimate Detective, and you will not be defeated by a simple sex toy. You **** yourself to get up and into the shower, setting it as cold as possible to try to cool yourself down at least a little. After withstanding as much of the freezing cold water as you can, you dry yourself off before getting dressed, pulling your skirt and panties over the top of the hateful chastity belt. From experience in the challenges so far you know there's a 50% chance you'll end up exposed anyway, but you're not Celeste; the idea of walking around naked willingly appalls you, somehow even moreso with the metal undergarment you've been **** to wear.

The vibrator seems to lower its setting once again, enough to still make you incredibly frustrated and horny, but not the intense edging you've been **** to deal with for most of the night; perhaps Monokuma is generous enough to at least be allow you to get through a conversation with your classmates without falling to your knees and moaning like a bitch in heat. You doubt he'll keep that compassion forever, though. Grimacing, you walk shakily out of your room and head to the dining hall. You are unsurprised to find your fellow students already assembled when you arrive, all mostly finished with their food. They all greet you with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Owari and Pekoyama are among their number, of course, dressed in different attire to what they had been wearing yesterday - their school uniforms Monokuma provided, you assume. Celeste, still, is not wearing any clothing at all, which does not help with your arousal problem at all. You had never really allowed yourself to consider the sexual attractiveness of others before for fear of it interfering with your work. You'd certainly never thought about women this way up to this point. But with every day you spend in this sexually-compromising environment with these girls, every one of them is starting to seem increasingly... alluring.

"'Sup, Kirigiri?" Owari says through a mouthful of food, thankfully shaking you out of your ridiculous thoughts as you hesitantly take a seat near her. Previously, when there had been more students, you had felt more able to keep yourself distant from the group during these morning gatherings, taking a seat on your own. Now, however, with a smaller, more united group, you felt obligated to sit at the table with the others; you just hope you can keep control of your behaviour despite the vibrator still doing its work inside your cunt. Fukawa, clearly, does not feel any social obligation despite the reduced number of people present, still seated on a table on her own glaring daggers at you.

"Good morning, everyone," you say stiffly, ignoring the novelist's scowl as you grab a plate of food from the table and begin to eat.

You are able to get through the meal without incident, and the group naturally splits up, Asahina, Pekoyama and Owari heading to the gym while the others disperse to other areas. You are thankful for the isolation; you're having to bite your lip to stifle moans by the end of breakfast, the sex toy inside you ramping up in intensity. You spend most of the next few hours on your own, but your ability to actually investigate the school for clues is highly compromised, instead spending most of your time trying to distract yourself from the onslaught of arousal you're under. Finally the moment you're dreading arrives, as Monokuma's announcement plays, requesting the presence of all of you in the gym for your next challenge.

"Glad you all could make it!" grins Monokuma as you and the others file into the gym, Pekoyama, Asahina and Owari already stood together, sweating a little from their respective workouts. "Today's challenge has been put together after some feedback from our viewers," the bear says. "They're mostly positive about what they're seeing so far; who knew people wanted to watch recognisable, attractive girls do sexually-compromising stuff? Crazy. However, some of them are missing out on the intense action; this was supposed to be a killing game, after all! So, for them, I've come up with this!"

He raises a paw, and the floor of the back of the gym opens up - a ring, like the ones used for boxing or wrestling, rises up through the floor. "That's right, it's time to see what happens when Ultimates fight it out in intense battle! To the ****... well, not quite. This is still a sex game after all!" He beams, and disappears from sight, only to re-emerge in the center of the ring. "You're going to be divided into two teams of four!" he continues. "And then each one of you will be matched up against an opponent from the opposite team. Each pair will then take it in turns to enter the ring and engage in combat. But - the winners will not be decided be knockout or submission... well, actually, I guess submission is kind of accurate. Puhuhuhu~!" He laughs, and you think you can tell where this is going. "Instead, whichever one of you makes their opponent orgasm first is the winner! Whichever team has the most victories in the end will receive the points, along with an illustrious reward as usual! For the losing team, though... all of the losers shall face a punishment. Puhuhu... Puhuhuhuhuhu!"

A wave of nervous energy seems to spread through your classmates, as they realise that not one, but four people will be receiving a punishment at the end of this challenge. Even Owari and Pekoyama, with their natural fighting abilities, seem somewhat nervous, likely due to the sexual nature of the task at hand. The only one relatively calm about this task... is you. In order to lose, you have to be made to climax. And you're locked in a chastity belt until the night-time announcement. Could this punishment you've been **** to endure... actually be about to work in your favour?