Milk Break and a Questionable Fashionista

"Graah, why did I have to activate Sakura's then?" Makoto asked. "Dammit, this 24 hour limit is really grinding my gears."

Due to his starting Sakura's early in the morning, he had to start the next person's before breakfast. But there was no guarantee that anyone would meet with him before breakfast, and it was more than likely everyone would be sleeping. Since he wasn't absolutely sure that he could pull one off tomorrow morning, he decided to instead do one tonight before bed.

"Monokuma's really corrupting me, isn't he," Makoto said, sighing. "Fine, I just need to make sure to control myself."

He had two girls that he hadn't unlocked any triggers for: Junko and Toko. He could go back to any of the others and initiate their triggers, but he really wanted to spread them out to get that 48-hour limit between triggers.

He checked his actions.

• (1) Kyoko Kirigiri - Get her to say if she's a virgin or not (Red)
• (1) Sayaka Maizono - Get her to catch you jerking off (Blue)
• (0) Junko Enoshima - Slap her butt (Red)
• (1) Celestia Ludenberg - Drink tea she already sipped from (Red)
• (1) Aoi Asahina - Get caught stealing her underwear (Blue)
• (0) Toko Fukawa - Get her to call you a manwhore (Blue)
• (1) Sakura Ogami - Push her down the stairs (Blue)

Sakura's new one wasn't perverted at all like the others. However, it was very jerkish. If this went wrong, well, there'd be hell to pay. At least for now though, he didn't have to worry about it.

Toko's trigger was definitely the harder of the two, so he figured he could probably come up with a gameplan before rushing into hers. That left Junko, with an extremely easy action that he didn't need any kind of plan for.

Except it wasn't that easy. Since that morning, he couldn't find Junko anywhere in the school. So, he decided that he should ask around

Makoto began speaking to Hina in the kitchen.

"Hina," Makoto said. "Have you seen Junko anywhere?"

"Junko?" Hina asked. "Well, I saw her in the girls' locker room an hour ago. No guarantee she's still there, though."

"Locker room?" he asked. "What was she doing?"

"Well, I'd say probably working out," Hina replied. "She doesn't really seem like the type to go to a workout, so I'm not entirely sure. She entered as I was leaving."

"Alright, thanks anyway." He said. "Say, do you have any milk?"

...What? Why the hell had he said that? That had nothing to do with the conversation, but it was like his mouth moved on its own. It's not like he wanted to... did he?

"Say... if you want milk, you don't suppose you want any of my milk..."

She began taking off her jacket and top. Makoto was about to speak out to stop her, but something inside of him said not to. No one's here, no one's in the kitchen, so he could totally get away with this. Not to mention it's her who offered. Sure that might've been because of the trigger, but no one knew that. If anyone walked in, both he and her could say that she was the one who asked him to do this. Not that that'd be a favorable situation but still, he became entranced.

She stripped down her top half before undoing her bra, allowing her massive breasts to flop out.

"Come on, let me nurse you," she said. Makoto looked stunned as he approached her. She moved his head down to her breast and pushed him right into her boob.

"Mmm!" he said. After a second, he ceded and began sucking, while massaging the other one.

"D-D-Do you like that?" Hina stuttered, tripping over her moans. He was not in a position to respond, but he was in absolute heaven right now.

After a second, though, something unexpected happened. He felt liquid.

"Huh?" Makoto asked, pulling off. A stream of white liquid began streaming out of the boob he was sucking.

"What?" Hina asked.

"You're milking?"

"Of course I am? Why do you think I offered?"

"But you're not pregnant, right?"

"No? I've never... actually been with a guy before."

Whatever, it was dangerous to pry any further. Discussing it wasn't part of the trigger, so he just shut up and continued. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, but that was kind of a weird thing to say when they were in a position like this. Her lactation wasn't specifically stated in the trigger, but given the name and nature it was more likely than not part of the trigger.

Putting his mouth back around her nipple, he continued sucking and drinking.

"Oh...oh yeah." she said. "Keep going."

This milk wasn't like ordinary cow's milk. It was thicker, sweeter, and by far the most delicious milk he's ever tasted in his life. Holy shit, that was delicious.

He felt his pants tighten and poke against her thigh.

"Woah, woah, what is that?" Hina asked, pushing him away from her. She looked down at his pants to see his tent. "Gross! Dude, dude, not cool."

Well, that was definitely bizarre to see. She literally was offering to let him suck from her breasts, was offering him to drink her breastmilk, but she thought a little unintentional penile poke was disgusting? Well, regardless of how ironic, that was a problem. Maybe the trigger would override it? Maybe make it so she would forget about it or at the very least keep her mind off it? That was the only thing he could hope for right now.

"Can you keep giving me milk?"

She shuddered and then looked him straight in the eyes. "Oh, oh certainly!"

Makoto smiled and walked back to her. This time, she didn't really seem to mind the interruption despite his boner.

After a few seconds, the breast that he wasn't sucking, the one massaging his hand, began to squirt out as well. But it wasn't just a trickle, it squirted, splattering against the wall and the floor.

Soon enough, the one he was sucking began squirting extremely large amounts, forcing him to take his mouth off and for it to splatter all over his face.

He swallowed, allowing him to breathe out of his mouth again.

"Wow," he muttered. Hina dropped to her butt and slid down the wall in exhaustion.

What did this mean? How the hell did Monokuma manage to not only alter these peoples' minds, but also their bodies? Hina for sure wasn't pregnant. Could future triggers change bodies as well?

"Did... huff... you enjoy?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was the best milk I ever had," he replied.

"Thanks," she replied. "I... I'm glad."

As much as he wanted to ask her questions about it, he knew that she would be weirded out by it. So he refrained. But, there was one thing that he needed to do.

"Um... could you clean this up?" he asked. "I mean, you did technically make this mess."

He pointed at the milk covering the floor and wall.

"Oh, yeah, of course," she replied. She first grabbed her clothes and put them on before grabbing a kitchen towel and beginning to clean it up. "I mean, it would help if you could help me out a bit."

"Alright, fine," he said.

After a few awkward minutes of cleaning Hina's milk off the walls (though she didn't seem to mind and thanked him for the help, as if she spilled a glass of water), he went straight upstairs to the locker rooms. "So Junko was last seen here," he said. As much as he wanted to go inside the girls' locker room, there was no guarantee that Junko was still there. Additionally, there was a chance that the other girls would be in here as well.

Regardless of if there were other girls in there, as long as Junko was in there, he didn't need to worry about anything. If no one was in there, then he could just leave like nothing happened. But if girls were in there, and Junko wasn't, that'd be a problem.

"Shit, what do I do?" he asked.

He ended up tracking down Hina again.

"Oh, Makoto! What's up?"

It was so strange how casual she acted despite what happened earlier.

"Oh, I um... can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it? I mean, you did help me clean up my milk and all..."

That was so awkward to hear.

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you could go into the girls' locker room and see if Junko is still there."

"Oh, sure!" She said. "But why do you want to see Junko so bad?"

"I want to talk to her about something," he said.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it."

Hina went into the locker room, then came out a few seconds later. "She's still in there." she said. "Do you want me to ask her to come out... or..."

"No, don't worry, I've got this." Makoto said. He took his handbook and put it against the lock, to which it unlocked.

"What?" Hina asked. "You can go in? But only girls are allowed in! You're not a girl, are you?"

"Don't worry about it," Makoto replied. "it's fine."

"No, not fine!" she scolded. "What business do you have in a girls' locker room! She could be changing!"

He ignored her and entered the locker room to see Junko on an elliptical.

"Oh, what?" She asked, jumping off the elliptical and backing up. "What are you doing in here? How'd you even get in here in the first place? Stupid sis... fuckin' handbook scanner not working."

What was that? Well, whatever. it's not important.

He ran up to her as she stepped off the elliptical. Not knowing what he was doing, she turned around and tried to run from him, but he managed to get some contact.

*smack*

It wasn't a loud smack, but it was audible enough to know that it happened and that she felt it.

"Action complete." she said. "Active Trigger Unlocked: Spank Show"

That was by far the most vulgar sounding of the ones he's unlocked. But not that the name mattered, they're all perverted anyways. And it wasn't like the name would be brought up any time other than in his handbook.

"Estimated Cleanup Time: Five Minutes"

Five minutes? That seemed like an awful long time. He could just leave the locker room and be done with it. But as he thought about it, he figured he should probably put her back on the elliptical, just in case.

So, he tried to push her a bit. Her body seemed to understand what he was doing, as it walked, preventing her from falling over. But something strange happened during that time.

"Huh?" Makoto asked. Her hair fell off. And it wasn't like Celeste's whos hair drills were extensions (he hadn't seen it himself, but it was implied by the first set of triggers), it was a full-on wig.

Instead of the blonde fashionista, he saw a girl with black, bobbed hair. As he continued pushing her towards the elliptical, he felt her arms and sides. They were a lot more muscular than he expected. Like, a lot more muscular. It wasn't to the point of Sakura, but it really questioned him if she were a fashionista at all. Fashionistas wouldn't normally get that vigorous levels of muscle training. Was this really Junko Enoshima?

Well, he had to think of that another time. Once he got Junko back onto the elliptical, he made sure she wouldn't fall over and then ran out of the locker room before sprinting to his dorm room.

"Alright, let's see what I've got," he said, pulling out his handbook.

Junko Enoshima's Triggers:

• Spank Show: When spanked, will begin to twerk vigorously. The time and vigor will depend on the intensity of the slap.

"Huh," he said. "That's something."