Kyoko's showdown with the Detective.

Kyoko Kirigiri felt ridiculous, standing like a gatekeeper between whatever investigator would show up and the spa where Tsumugi hid. She was already second-guessing her plan, which was full of more holes than the makeshift Monokuma mask she was wearing. She'd tactically crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her chest, but she felt like the bottom was threatening to slip if she so much as budged one of her legs, clamping them together tightly to support the garment. Furthermore, the holes she'd carved for her eyes were far from sufficient, and she couldn't even see the end of the hall clearly. Whoever came from that staircase would probably have enough time in the shadows to see her far before she saw them. Meanwhile, her ears were literally filled with cotton. She wouldn't be able to hear any sound that wasn't Monokuma's obnoxious jeers coming directly from her headgear. She wondered if she would really be able to scare anyone off this way...

Just as she was about to give up and duck into one of the siderooms to think of another plan, a shape finally emerged from the darkness. They'd thrown something across the ground, probably in an attempt to draw any nervous fire if the culprit down here was armed. Then, the person who had to be the detective emerged from the shadows...

"No way..." Kyoko groaned to herself in despair. "That's Shuichi Saihara... He's from another class, but, of all people, he's the one person I could actually meet in my professional life outside of this Academy. This is the worst possible outcome... A true disaster."

She was frozen in place, breathing heavily but unable to move a muscle as Shuichi drew closer. She thought to herself that there was no way he wouldn't instantly identify who she was... But she held her ground, even though she was certain that, any moment, Shuichi would shout her name in recognition.

He'd gotten close enough to grab whatever he'd dropped, putting him halfway through the hall. As he grabbed it, Monokuma's voice suddenly piped up around her. "Hold it right there, Detective!"

Shuichi ducked. Kyoko couldn't help but be impressed at his reflexes, but there was no attack coming. She thought he said something, but she couldn't hear, something she could tell would be a theme for this encounter.

"Idiot! Do I look like a bear to you?" Monokuma's replied to an unheard declaration. "My name is Mono Gal, the mysterious and voluptuous deviant responsible for Monokuma's demise! As you can see, besides being a murderer, I'm an exhibitionist pervert who loves showing off her sexy body to naughty boys like you! Teehee!"

"... For the love of..." Kyoko had to resist the urge to move one of her hands to palm her face. "Monokuma chose an interesting cover for me, I see... I can't deny it's appropriate, given the appearance. Actually, this could be good... if Shuichi hasn't already identified me, this disguise is so outlandish that there's no way he could associate it with me. I can't believe it, but I might have to actually thank Monokuma for his hammy acting after this..." For her part, she tried to stand still and remain menacing, hoping Shuichi would listen to his survival instincts and flee danger. "Then again, I don't know much about his methods or character..."

Monokuma responded to something Shuichi had said. "Guilty as charged! Gahaha! What are you gonna do about it?"

"Monokuma's trying to scare him off, but that's a confident look he has on..." Kyoko could see him tilting his cap down, with the effect of hiding any fear he might be feeling. "Just keep on intimidating him, Monokuma...!"

"Ooh, what's that? You say you're gonna punish me? Are you gonna give me a spanking, little boy?" Monokuma was replying as though Shuichi was...

"Flirting?!" Kyoko's calm suddenly turned to surprise. "No... This is just Monokuma bending the conversation in a strange direction. Shuichi only said he'd punish me, and Monokuma twisted that, as expected." As if to reinforce this impression, she saw Shuichi seemed to be shaking his head. "Of course."

"You say no, that won't be enough? You say you're gonna parade me through the halls and show everyone my naked body?! Sounds exciting!"

"He's obviously not saying that," Kyoko reminded herself, helpless to imagine the mental image regardless. "I'm not falling for that, Monokuma..." she insisted, even as her mind conjured images of her passing by her classmates in nothing but Monokuma's head to hide her shame... Actually, would Shuichi even let her wear the head, or would he expose her identity for everyone to see? "No, forget it... He isn't actually saying that. I know how this game works."

"Even worse?! You're a horny guy, huh, detective? I like that!" Monokuma continued to tease the young man. "Okay, tell you what. Put that phone down and cut it out with the threats. I'm not looking to end up on social media."

"Phone?!" Kyoko had to suppress a jump in shock. "What is Shuichi doing with his phone?!" Kyoko tried, but she couldn't focus her eyes enough to get a clear picture.

"I'm sure we can reach an agreement... I probably have something you want, don't I? Think long and hard about it, okay...?"

"Gh... Why are you giving him dirty talk...?!" Kyoko grit her teeth, wishing that her anger could seep out of her and into Monokuma's head to let him know how pissed she was. "Just stick to the plan and scare him off...!" She still couldn't tell what Shuichi was doing, but, presumably, he was saying what he wanted. It made no sense to Kyoko, but he seemed to be miming a couple of actions, turning her around and reaching down for something. Then, he pointed at her, which was clearly a command.

"Loud and clear, little boy! That's a pretty crazy request, but I guess I'm into it. As the villainous but erotic Mono Gal, I'll prove I'm in total control of my own actions and capable of moving from this spot by granting your request: a Bear Booty Dance!"

At this, Kyoko actually did exclaim, but her protest was entirely lost within the soundproofing stuffing of Monokuma's head.

"This, of course, is a dance where I turn around and invite you to come up reeeal close behind me, then I'll shake my ass for you and show you why we call it the Bear Booty Dance! I don't do this for just anybody, but since you're sooo insistent!"

Kyoko couldn't believe this was happening. She had to remind herself that this was Monokuma's doing as she slowly turned in place to achieve the direction that seemed to be necessary for what Monokuma was declaring she'd do. "Shuichi's not to blame... But, if he didn't ask for this, why isn't he doing anything to stop it? My back is to him now... he should be able to take me down or unmask me any time he chooses..."

"Whatever you say, buddy!" Monokuma answered whatever Shuichi must have been saying. "Here we go, all right? Once you get this, you're agreeing to leave, right? Gentleman's promise!"

"Unreal... Did he actually agree to this as a term to drop his investigation?!" A detective like Kyoko could hardly imagine anyone who called themselves a detective debasing the profession in that manner... But what did she really know about Shuichi? "Also, ignoring that... if he really has agreed to leave, that's exactly the outcome I'm after."

"I'll take that as a 'yes.' Okay! I'm starting it!"

With that, Monokuma had evidently kicked things off for the body he was directing. "So now... I just have to do it." Kyoko thought to herself. "I just have... to do it..."

It was easier said than done. Kyoko couldn't see it, but she was well aware by this point that her bottom was hanging on by a thread and her ass was already half exposed to the young man behind her. If she moved even an inch, she was sure it was going to sag and expose her further. She tried to **** herself, but she couldn't... "If Shuichi sees this, I wonder if he'll notice something's up? I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing... Forget saving my dignity, just, please, make this stop...!"

"Oh, this is just the build-up. On the count of three, I'm gonna stick out my booty, okay, detective? One... two... three!"

Kyoko sighed, realizing no escape from this nightmare was coming. Tentatively, struggling as hard as she could to accomplish the motion without revealing more of herself, Kyoko bent her ass out towards Shuichi behind her.

"Whatever you say! Just shut up and enjoy my booty, okay? You can even touch it if you want! The only rule is that you can't touch my head at all. I'm gonna start shaking it for you in one... two... three!"

With hesitation, Kyoko began slowly shifting her hips to one side, still putting in effort to keep her garment from sliding. "There's no way I can do this... Then again, if it stops Shuichi from taking off the head and identifying me, this has to be the right course. No, there's no way this can be right... I just have to remember, this is to protect my identity. Just, please, let me-"

"I'm just joking with this slow stuff. Now I'm gonna move to the rhythm. Let's go! Left-right-one-two-left-right-one-two!"

Filled with the determination to protect her identity, to make sure the humiliation at least accomplished that, Kyoko began energetically shifting her hips from side to side. "No, not 'shaking my hips from side to side.' Call it what it is... I'm seriously shaking my half-naked ass for Shuichi Saihara in a secret underground hallway wearing Monokuma's head. Can this really be happening?" Even as she bemoaned her fate, she wore a resolute (if flushed) face, determined that if she was going down, she'd at least go down fighting.

The struggle was real. Every jerk of her hips was causing the garment to slide further down her hips and challenging its structural integrity. Even if she couldn't see it, she could feel it. She clamped her thighs together for dear life.

"Wow! I'm gonna get serious now! No need to cover my chest in this situation, so I'll put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and really get into it! Just to make sure, you promise to leave when I finish, right?" After a pause, the bear continued. "Excited for it, huh? Here I go, one, two, three!"

Any remaining gratitude Kyoko felt for Monokuma helping her escape her situation immediately vanished. She wanted to rip Monokuma's head apart with his own claws. Instead... She kept calm, kept her cool, and did as Monokuma had declared she would. She crossed his claws behind her head, then experimentally shifted her legs apart...

She let out an unheard yelp as she immediately felt the material at her bottom split from being stretched. Desperately, she tried to clamp her legs back together to hold what remained in place, but she felt it falling in scattered tufts around her leg. Screaming internally, her eyes spinning behind her mask, Kyoko tried to throw all of her effort back into her performance, feeling as though spreading her legs and shaking her ass was so unlike her that she could most effectively hide her identity by leaning into the personal internally. "I'm Kyoko Kirigiri... the Ultimate Detective... I won't let my reputation end like this...!"

After a number of seconds that felt like a number of hours to the performing detective, Monokuma piped up again. "Oh yeah, sure, go ahead and record it as much as you want, baby!~"

When Kyoko heard that voice that was supposed to be hers, something finally clicked. What she'd seen Shuichi using before was a phone. "Shuichi Saihara's recording this?!"

That was too much for her to tolerate. Kyoko abruptly stopped her dance and whirled in place, then pushed off her feet into a tackle, knocking Shuichi to the floor and sending his phone scattering away from him. For a moment, she felt her bare chest pressed against the boy's jacket. Heedless of that distraction and of her own nudity, she was off him in a flash, scampering across the floor and scooping up his phone.

Monokuma's voice was saying something, but Kyoko didn't even register it. She knew she'd scooped the phone up with one claw, and now she was determined to find a way to turn it off, claws be damned. She tried to tap the screen, fighting against the lack of vision afforded by her headgear...

She felt the **** of the phone yielding against her claw yield immediately. She knew immediately that she'd punched through it.

Frankly, she found that she didn't care. It was Shuichi's fault for trying to record her compromising dance in a situation like this, in the first place. Even still, she could tell he wasn't running, content to sit on the floor and let his perverted eyes roam her body. She moved in front of him, pointing the dangerous claws just below his neck and tilting his chin up to make eye contact. From this position, she imagined Shuichi could see into her eyes. She hoped he could see her righteous indignation, but hoped he couldn't see the small tears that were swimming there.

Meanwhile, Monokuma seemed to be laughing at Shuichi. "Ahaha, what the hell? Are you crying over your phone? Seriously? There's a beautiful butt-naked babe in front of you and you're crying over a phone? No priorities!"

Kyoko watched Shuichi run away in disgrace, tugging his cap over his eyes in a gesture she now associated with his shame. "He should be ashamed... What a disgraceful detective," the detective standing naked and covered in stuffing, wearing only costume gloves and a goofy bear head, declared. "At the very least, I can be sure a man that incompetent didn't reason out my identity."

After that much stress and getting covered in that much stuffing, Kyoko almost wished she could slip back into the bath and relax some more... However, she knew that what she'd experienced so far wasn't the end of her trials.