Beginning of Day 3: Bound, blind, and beset by bears

Shuichi's past experiences had given him at least a little bit of a routine to count on. He'd wake up in a bed-- under strange circumstances, but comfortable-- and meet whoever had woken him up. He seemed somehow incapable of waking himself up; both times, he'd slept in late before someone else inside his room made enough noise to get him up. It might still be mysterious, but it was his routine, and he had no reason to object to it.

When Shuichi awoke in the club, still bound to a chair with a bag over his head and unable to move his arms, he desperately wished he could go back to his normal routine. Worse yet, he could feel his bare penis, still hanging out from the front of his trousers. There were only two consolations for him: the first, that the music didn't seem to be on downstairs, and second, that the pain in his head had vanished. The throbbing had completely vanished, as a matter of fact... it was almost uncanny. He wondered if he'd even feel a bump if he was able to reach his hand back there.

For now, he batted around in his head whether it was worth trying the old movie trope of kicking his chair over and worming around the room, looking for something sharp enough to run his rope against until it was severed. His first thought was to just wait for someone to come save him instead, but then he remembered: he was trapped in a pretty embarrassing state. He still had enough dignity left not to want to be seen tied up with his dick hanging out! Frustrated, he rolled himself forward onto the floor, then began inching around, ignoring the slightly arousing feeling of his front humping against the room's thick shag carpet rug.

This proved to be a useless effort; after all, he hadn't so much as seen the room before. He had no idea where he should go to free himself. After bumping his head a few times, he finally gave up, his eyes closing in agitation as he curled his legs as much as he could manage, hoping to preserve a bit of modesty whenever someone found him in this pathetic state.

Unable to hold his laughter back any longer, a certain bear began to laugh his trademarked laugh, while sloshing wine up and down in what Shuichi would have to assume was a large bottle, based on the sound. "Bwa ha ha ha! Upupupu! If only you had razor sharp bear claws like mine, you'd have broken out of there already!" Monokuma taunted. "Wakey wakey, sleepy head! It's already noon... Degenerates like you play all night and sleep all day, huh? I thought you were a good student, Shuichi, but I know better now!" When Shuichi clenched his teeth and buried his face into the unsanitary carpet, the bear sighed. "Look, you're not the only one inconvenienced by this, kid. You missed the Monosuke execution! I'm actually drinking wine out of his bear skull right now. It's really kinda grotesque, but there was a great pop culture reference in it all! We even brought in a guest animator-"

The news that Monosuke was dead didn't surprise Shuichi, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. The bear had gone the extra mile to try to be helpful, if only in a ploy to preserve his own life, and in the end, he hadn't managed to report back or earn that Trigger Monosuke had prepared for him. Thinking about it only made his agitation worse. "Can you please use those bear claws to free me?" Shuichi begged through his teeth.

"Hmmm... I'll help you out a bit, but only because you're not going to be able to see the Monopad I'm working so hard to update with that kinky hood over your face," Monokuma responded, hopping up from wherever he was sitting and spilling his wine skull onto the carpet. Once he was close enough, Monokuma ripped the hood away and shredded it into pieces. Next, the bear kicked the Monopad rudely towards him, allowing it to stop right beneath his chin so that he had to wiggle a bit to get a good look at the notifications on the screen.

Notifications

Level 1 Anytime Boner Emergency!: Activate by shouting about an erection. The closest target within earshot will immediately service the erection, either in a way verbally specified by the user or otherwise specified by their own dulled logic, until the erection becomes limp. All present when this Trigger is used, except for the user, will interpret this action as a matter of safety. The validity may be doubted if it the scenario is discovered later by uninvolved parties. Repeated use of this Trigger will allow you to assign it to more people. Levels up slowly.

(5) New Monokub Missions are now available!

Monokub Missions

Monokuma's Black-And-White Mission: Achieve a threesome involving at least one instance of vaginal intercourse. Reward: Anytime Join Us?

Monosuke's White-And-Black Mission: Fuck any girl besides Tsumugi. Reward: Anytime Headmaster Authority

Monodam's Green Mission: PILOT-MOBILE-SUIT-MONODAM. Reward: THE-GAME-WILL-BE-OVER.

Monophanie's Pink Mission: Be naked in any room with another naked person for at least five minutes. A changing room or shower stall counts as one room. Reward: Passive Nudist Colony

Monotaro's Red Mission: Fap to completion while watching any girl. Watching an image of a girl doesn't count. Reward: Passive Virility Vitamin XXX

Looking along with Monokuma, Shuichi recognized that the majority of these Triggers not only promised much more powerful effects, but also, the win conditions on them were much, much tougher. With the ridiculously named "Boner Emergency," achieving most of these could be easy, but the hard part would be to do it in some way that didn't make him into a criminal. Yet again, the Monokuma missions seemed to be set up to either **** him into something bold or otherwise deny him of easy points. In this case, even the Monokub missions seemed pretty difficult.

One stood out among the others, but he wasn't sure how it made him feel. As he searched his emotions, he finally came upon the right response: anger. There was no way Monokuma was going to let him complete a mission that ended the game. By choosing to write one like that, Monodam had just blown one of his opportunities to collect 20 Ero Points for the day. When the annoyance showed on his face, Monokuma started cackling again.

"That dumb son of mine! He's making this extra hard, isn't he? Upupupu..." The bear covered its doll-like grin with one hand. "Anyway, it's not so hard. Just go find my idiot son's invention, pilot it, have Maki, Himiko, or the second dumbest robot on campus fall in love with you, fap all over them while you're both naked, then convince a third person to join you! If you can't get through this without looking at a strategy guide, you'll never be a pro gamer, Shuichi."

"F-Forget the Triggers! I can't even leave this room!" Shuichi protested, wriggling upon the floor and trying without luck to rub his wrists against the annoyingly cylindrical, cornerless bedpost. The room seemed somehow as though it had been designed to be allow two people to roll around in it without hurting themselves... The carpet was soft, the bed was soft, the architecture was all cylindrical, and the Monokuma-faced, heart-shaped pillows lying all around were both offensive and useless.

"That sounds like a you problem," Monokuma yawned. "I'm gonna take off. Good luck with your missions! There's a really stupid scene waiting for you if you can make it out to the courtyard, so look forward to that." The bear was feigning boredom, but Shuichi could tell that he was loving this perilous situation. With that, Monokuma disappeared in a puff of smoke. The Monokubs hadn't even made an appearance this time... perhaps they were tied up elsewhere?

Still being the only one who was literally tied up, Shuichi looked for something, anything in the room that would help him cut free from his bindings. The Monopad was designed with rounded corners; it wouldn't do the job. Just when the situation seemed hopeless, he turned his eyes towards what his bleary vision had at first identified as another Monokuma head pillow. On closer inspection, it was the disembodied, cartoonish head of Monosuke, with shock frozen across its face and several jagged edges where its neck-line used to be. It was morbid, for sure, but it was just what he needed! Shuichi crawled his way towards it like a worm, intending to use its shattered, plastic like edge to cut the bindings.

Once he reached it, he realized the next annoying problem: he couldn't lay on his front and use it. With a grunt, he rolled until he was on his side, with the wine-scented skull propped up in the corner and his bindings resting against it, with his dick annoyingly exposed to anyone who might be watching. With all of his frustration, he began to rub the ropes up and down, attempting to cut the knot!

Unfortunately, as he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, growling with exertion, the door was already opening.