Finish out the second tier.

(1/5) Celestia Ludenberg - Spend the night in her room. (Red)

(1/5) Toko Fukawa - Keep skin-to-skin contact for ten seconds. (Blue)

There were only two tier-twos for him left, and compared to the rest of his triggers, they didn't seem to difficult. He'd already had anal sex with Celeste, so comparatively this seemed like a step down. And Toko would likely just bow to his command thanks to Ultimately Submissive. The only real question was where to start. It was getting a bit late, and he didn't want to miss the window of opportunity with Celeste, but on the other hand--

"Please! Please let me go see master. I'll do anything. Just please!"

Well, there was his answer.

"Byakuya asked me to tell you to leave him alone."

"Master is j-j-just playing hard to get."

"Okay. You get three hours a day of stalking Byakuya. No longer."

"Deal!" She started to run off.

"Wait, we have to shake on it."

"Grh! Fine." Toko trudged back, hand out.

"Thank you." He said, shaking hers tightly.

About four seconds passed before she tried to pull away. "Uh... that's..."

"Just a bit longer now."

"H-Hey! Let g-go!" She pouted, then, "Action Complete. Passive Trigger Unlocked: Smut-o-phile. Clean-up Time: One Minute." Makoto gladly pulled his hand away, quickly checking the new trigger.

(2/5) Toko Fukawa: Make her take a shower. (Red)

Toko Fukawa's Triggers:

• Ultimately Submissive (Active): As Toko, if told off sternly enough she will follow any order.
• Smut-o-phile (Passive): As Toko, her writing will grow much more erotic, and she'll embody her explicitries.

Well, that seemed... well, honestly he wasn't sure. It wasn't like Toko wasn't already half a freak. And again with that 'As Toko' line. That was a mystery he really wished he could clue Kyoko into.

"You s-suck at handshakes..." She whined and ran off. Well, that was Byakuya's problem now. Makoto made for the dorms.

It seemed like he made it just in time, as he caught Celeste and Sayaka right outside the former's door. "Hey girls, what's your flavor?" Why the heck did I say that!? Who the heck says that? This damn traitor!

"Makoto!" Sayaka jumped into a hug upon seeing him, her bra-less chest soft through his hoodie.

"Yes, Makoto." The goth repeated with less enthusiasm.

"So... what are you two up to?"

"We're having a sleepover! Girl's night!"

"Uh... can I come?"

Celeste glared. "What part of girl's night did you not understand?"

"Oh, no, it's totally fine. Aoi told me all about it." Sayaka smiled. "I honestly could always kinda tell, Makoto. Or, would you rather-"

"Makoto is fine!" He blushed.

"Ah yes, I heard the rumor. Though I must say, Makoto, you are no Queen of Liars."

"Come on, Celeste! He, er... they can totally join in."

"It is my room and my say. Must I repeat myself further?"

The idol crossed her arms. "That's no fair. If you're going to be mean, I'll just take Makoto to my room alone."

"N-No!" Makoto blurted. "I mean... why not just settle this with a game?"

"Like I'd fall for that trick again."

"What kind of Ultimate Gambler says no to a challenge?"

Celeste scoffed. "The one who recognizes that Ultimate Luck makes a mockery of any game."

Makoto pursed his lips. She was steadfast, probably still butthurt from the... well, butt stuff. "I don't get it, let's just go, Makoto."

"No, Sayaka. It has to be this way." He slid off his blindfold. "Celeste, it's time for a rematch. This time, it's my ass on the line."

A rare emotion flashed on her face. Fear? Anticipation? It was unreadable. "Very well. I did find a dashing strap-on in the warehouse the other day."

He gulped. "Game on."