Figure out his issue

He stormed out after that mondo cockblock. His dick was still painfully solid within his pants, straining to be freed. Something was wrong, annoyingly so. Monokuma hinted as much, and each day around noon Kyoko noticed a freeze. He checked the clock and the minutes were ticking close. The only person he ran into in the halls was Hifumi who- hold on. Makoto checked the clock again and... 12:05. There it was. Someone else was causing a break period. Most people probably chalked it up to them losing track of time, but that happened in just a blink.

"Hey, Hifumi. Was anyone acting strange earlier?"

"Eeek!" The artist squealed, surprised at being addressed. "Let's see. You challenging Miss Ogami to an arm wrestle was quite puzzling indeed. Aside from that, Miss Kirigiri stole my tie. I offered to do a full strip search but she refused!"

"Right. Thanks." Makoto sighed as he tried to push that imagery out of his head. "If anything does happen, let me know okay?"

"I shall perform that duty on one condition!" He said, his voice deepening. "Describe to me what Miss Ludenberg's body looked like in detail! Preferably in a way that I could then draw."

"Uh, pass." He began to back away as Hifumi salivated. "I'm going now."

"Wait! Mister Naegi! There's one more thing. I may have noticed Mister Togami acting strangely."

"May have?"

"If only my thoughts weren't so clouded in imagination. Perhaps a real description-"

Makoto walked away while he continued rambling. Byakuya was usually easy to find anyway. He started up the stairs to the second floor. He ranked up already today so no more triggers could be completed anyway. That would have to come tomorrow. Toko was standing outside the door to the library, peeking inside.

"M-Master..." She drooled.

"I thought I said to stop calling me that." Makoto sighed.

"Not y-you, pervert."

"Whatever, let me in." Usually he wasn't so... forthright, but the last few days had shaped him. Rather significantly. Toko nodded without fuss, the Ultimately Submissive trigger coming in handy once again. The tall blonde was sitting at a desk reading. "Hey Byakuya, have you noticed anything strange lately?"

"Other than you and your... member, not particularly." He didn't even look up from his book. Makoto turned red and looked down. Oh god, it was totally visible through his pants. "Are you just going to stand there or did you have a further reason for bothering me?"

"U-Uh, well... Hifumi said he saw you up to something." There wasn't a reply to that. He just kept his eyes focused on the pages. "Um... I was just wondering what he meant, y'know?"

Byakuya sighed. "I don't spend time answering questions for imbeciles. You and he are both included. If you made it worth my time, I may see fit to-"

Why does everyone need a favour? "You want me to get rid of Toko?"

He looked displeased with being interrupted but nodded. "You seem to have a way with her. Get on with it."

Makoto turned to the door and pushed it open. The purple-clad girl stood there with a frown. "Go on, Toko. Just, like, don't bother Byakuya anymore."

"Why? So you can have me a-all to yourself? With that rock-hard y-you-know-what in your p-pants?"

Oh god, everyone had seen him like that. Focus, Makoto. Firmer. "Toko, leave Byakuya alone."

She instantly bit her lip, shivering in place for a moment. "F-Fine." She finally spat and stormed away.

Makoto turned back, tilting his head. "You happy now?"

The blonde took a deep breath. "Yes, I assume that's satisfactory." He finally shut his book. "Earlier, Hifumi was looking around the library for... 'inspiration' as he put it. He demanded to be let into the back room, assuming said material was inside. I assured him there was no adult content behind that door and turned him away. That is the only time I've shared space with him lately."

"Well, what is inside?"

"I answered your question. You don't get to ask a follow-up."

He crossed his arms. "I could go get Toko back."

That seemingly put the fear of god back in Byakuya. With a glare, he acquiesced. "Fine. It's an archive. Top secret documents." He tightened his jaw as he explained. "Satisfied?" Makoto shrugged and walked over, pushing open the door. Byakuya scrambled up behind. "Watch what you touch, this is far too much power for someone of your stature."

"Monokuma here! Popping in to say hello! See, now is when our sweet sweet protagonist gets what us experts call a 'lore-dump'. You know, the boringest bull there is. It's all Genocide Jack this, Fenrir that. The kind of things that are important for him to know, but super booooooring to read about. Plus, since you're here, I'm willing to wager you already knoooow all of that. And if not, I don't know, Google it. The internet is free you weirdo! So howsabout I do ya a big favour and we leave him to it, huh?"The traitor blinked at him, sipping the tea the bear had prepared.

"What, don't like all of that? Fine. I just called you up here to let you know he's onto you. I mean, anyone would be if they were perma-hard..." Monokuma paused. "I assume, I don't actually know. Maybe it feels really good. I'm just a bear, what do you expect from me?"

They still didn't reply.

"Right, right. Your prize." The bear hit a few buttons. "Alright. Pick any of the guys and you'll get to fuck him."

"Guys?"

"Oho? Swing the other way, huh? Right, well, I guess I can let you at one of the girls. A night of no-memory, no-consequence, no-consent sex!"

"This doesn't feel right."

"Jeez, fine. No sex then. What _do _you want, then?"

"I'm not doing this for a prize. You said you'd kill Makoto if I didn't play ball."

He cackled. "Well, I promised rewards along the way! But fine, you do you. Just remember, if he catches you, you're out!"

The traitor set the tea aside. Make Makoto hornier. He said. It'll be a cinch. They were in too deep now. It was them or Makoto...