Kokichi turned into someone else.

The heat coming off of Kokichi's body no longer felt like an aroused reaction. Without warning, he'd become so hot, Shuichi felt himself jumping off as a reflexive defensive reaction. It wasn't just his imagination, either: the young man was glowing brightly enough to overcome the flashy pink lighting of the room. The detective shouted his name, **** to shield his eyes as the whole room lit up.

With his eyes wrenched shut, Shuichi was, initially convinced that he'd somehow doomed his classmate to ****. He'd never guessed a **** would end up happening at Hope's Peak Academy, and in a crazy way like this! But as he thought about it longer, he came to a more obvious conclusion. "This has gotta be the room's magic... Kokichi's changing into my perfect partner?!" As the thought hit him, the light on the other side of his eyelids began to become less oppressive. He slowly began squinting his eyes open, feeling a bit of anticipation that he told himself was simply his desire to see his classmate okay.

As the picture came into focus, Shuichi did see his classmate... Just not the one he'd expected to see.

On the bed a short distance away from him wasn't a troublemaking Supreme Leader with his dick out of his shorts. It wasn't a man at all. The young woman on the bed, looking back at him with wide eyes that he was sure mirrored his own, was certainly Kaede Akamatsu, the Ultimate Pianist... or a version of her, as if she'd been colored in by someone who lacked pink and yellow crayons. Her wavy, shoulder length hair was a dark purple color, although its music note hairclip was the same. Her skin was paler than ordinary, her eyes a different shade of purple. Kaede's usual sweatervest and stockings were like a grayscale version of her usual purples and pinks. Her skirt was the most notable change, decorated in black and white checkers instead of Kaede's signature sheet music motif.

More importantly, her lips were still parted by a ball-gag and her arms were still bound by handcuffs. Realizing this, Shuichi rushed to get both of them undone, removing them and tossing them aside.

Shuichi stared at the miscolored Kaede as she checked out her dainty, newly-freed hands and dark-painted nails with an expression of wonder. He tried to think of what to say and decided on "are you alright?" He couldn't make the words actually come out, though, and he was **** to brace himself as it became clear she was going to start speaking first.

The voice that came out of her mouth... was Kaede's. Sweet, sonorous, and full of breathless concern, no malice or taunting to be heard. "Shuichi. Did you..." She put her hands to her face and felt around... Then, she looked down and noticed something more alarming, briefly grabbing at the impressive swell of sweater-clad breasts she was sporting. She turned her eyes back up to Shuichi. "I'm Kaede, aren't I? But I was Kokichi..."

Shuichi gulped, then nodded, unsure of what else to say. He'd expected that if the room was saying Kaede was his dream girl and had turned Kokichi into her, it would have also clued her into what was happening.

Kaede-Kokichi nodded in return, looking like understanding was dawning on her, regardless. "I see... So to become your perfect partner, the magic turned me into Kaede Akamatsu... Incredible. But, I suppose it does make sense." Looking thoughtful, she put a hand to her lips. "I don't have Kokichi's nasty personality. And, I have to assume, there a few advantages to me having Kaede's body when it comes to the purpose of this room." She showed Shuichi a bashful smile, flashing him what could accurately be described as "bedroom eyes."

"The purpose of this room... Ah!" Shuichi gasped, stumbling back onto his butt. "N-no no, that's all right! The reason I took you here was... to investigate the magic of the room." He didn't add that it was also to get rid of Kokichi's villainous nature. "I don't need to... I mean, we don't need to actually use the room..."

The woman stopped his words and his breath, putting a hand over his and drawing nearer to him on the bed. "Shuichi. I said, it does make sense," she repeated herself clearly, although she seemed to be summoning courage herself. "This room turned me into your perfect partner. That is... It didn't just turn me into Kaede Akamatsu. It turned me into a Kaede that has... feelings for you. Anything you do in this room wouldn't be something you're doing to me. It'd be something you're doing for me. I want to explore your fantasies with you, Shuichi, while you think of me as Kaede..." With a twinkle in her eyes, she nudged her head back to the toys that were scattered around the bed. "I'm getting a little excited thinking about it."

Shuichi's head was spinning with the implications of what the dream girl in front of him was saying. Was it right for him to think of this as his karmic reward for services rendered to the universe? A night in a room like this with a willing imitation of Kaede already had his body stirring...

But something felt wrong to him. Well, obviously, it was wrong: he'd be sharing a night of passion with a doppelganger of the woman he had feelings for, a doppelganger he'd created with inexplicable magic and potentially at the cost of the lives of one of his classmates. Kokichi was annoying, but...

Was he gone? Was he effectively dead? Had this Kaede supplanted his existence?

As if to shake him from those thoughts, the woman had pressed towards him, beginning to shutter her eyelids and purse her lips, aggressive for the kiss that would kick off their night of passion properly...