Of course. Let's conclude our investigation, while we're at it.

"Sure." Kiyotaka murmured as the pieces clicked together in his mind, as he began to think aloud. "So, you're the one who tore the locker room up, then? You cut the locker down by using your sword to remove one of the struts, then tore up the foam seating with the blade, before unscrewing the shower heads- all before your gym meet even began."

Peko was barely paying attention as she grasped at his school uniform, firm hands unbuttoning the outer vest. "That's correct." She murmured, scooting it off to the side. "I needed to get you alone, and it seemed like an easy decision. Hope's Peak has the budget to make any more substantial repairs, and you've proven yourself to be more than capable when it comes to handling a crisis. People speak fondly of you often."

"They do?" The object of her disrobing asked, as she unbuttoned his pants, beginning to slide them down as he instinctively moved his hands to cover the crotch of his pale-white "Military World" briefs.

"Please remove your shirt, or move your arms upwards." Peko replied, as her hands moved around and gave a tug to said briefs, his already semi-hard cock emerging within an instant, jutting outward between his hands and the notebook at his side. For a moment, she just stared, her eyes razor focused on it before they flicked upwards to his own.

"Well? I'm not taking my glasses off until this is done. Either move your arms, or I'll have to ask you to disrobe yourself." Her statement was about as firm as the grip she had on his shirt, tugging it upwards. "If you could remove your sock and shoes, that'd make this a bit more comfortable. Unless."

She froze instantly, almost like a machine lagging before an update, or someone trying to work on a puzzle but getting stuck on a missing piece.

"Erm." She muttered, before slowly standing fully up straight with flushed cheeks. "Do you- want me to be on my knees in front of you?"

The book worked. It was blatantly obvious beforehand, but Kiyotaka was both intrigued- and well, horrified, even as Peko lowered herself to the ground, propping herself up as she began to untie his shoes.

"Forgive me for not realizing so earlier. I'm new to this. Honestly, this...it's a spur of the moment thing." She admitted, voice quieting. "I don't entirely know what these feelings are. I've fallen for people before, but I've never been this overt." His left foot slipped out of one shoe, as his right foot slipped out of the other. "I'll do my best to serve you to the best of my abilities."

"Serve?" Kiyotaka asked, blinking once, then twice. "You don't need to- this isn't a "master" and "servant" thing. I don't want you to **** yourself for my sak-"

She shut him up by gripping his cock like it were the hilt of a sword.

"You misunderstand." Peko glared. "I am not asking for "maid play", or to be degraded meaninglessly. I'm simply asking that you use me like you would a tool. I want to help you, Kiyotaka. You said you had a stressful morning, correct? As long as it serves a purpose, I'm willing to let you use me to a point. You've done much for our school, and much for my- friend's sake."

She'd been about to say something else, but Kiyotaka's attempts at inquisition were cut off by the feeling of cold hands gripping at his fully erect member, fingers making a few minor pinpoint changes from time to time.

"We can talk about whatever this is later. What we are later. Right now, I think it'd be best for us to shower off before too many people get suspicious." She stood, flawlessly keeping her grip despite the changing in positions. "Or would you rather use another section of the locker room?"

"Shower's- probably fine." Kiyotaka murmured as she let go and undid the straps on her bra, tossing it to the side as her tits jutted outward.

"You should probably put that notebook down. If it gets wet, it'll be troublesome for you." Her hands reached for her thong, and in a single, almost showmanship like move, she slipped it off. The Ultimate Magician would have been proud.

"Yeah." Kiyotaka muttered, placing the sex note down as she took his hand. She didn't need to drag him. There was no resistance as she turned the water on, waiting for it to heat up.

"The showerheads still work." Peko mused, as she finally placed her glasses directly to the side of the small booth, turning her head towards the man who'd gotten them both there. "Although, I find it curious how only the men's showers are formatted as booths. The women's showers don't contain nearly as many booths- most of the girls you saw earlier in the gym today are likely having a mixed shower right now, or finishing up with it. Does that thought excite you?"

"Sorry." Kiyotaka apologized. "It's kind of hard to think about anyone else when you're right in front of me."

Peko was rare to smile, and Kiyotaka had never expected to really see it from a distance, but after a brief moment where she froze again, she chuckled, a small grin materializing as her stony expression melted.

"I suppose that's fair. Kiyotaka?"

"Huh?"

"I think this booth has enough room for two people."

"Yeah, you're right. It might be a little cramped, but it would save a lot of water for Hope's Peak, wouldn't it?"

"Interesting alibi." Peko muttered, before her smile returned. "I was going to suggest I was swimming."

"On the second floor?"

She didn't dignify that question with a response. She merely dragged him in.