Confessions

The rain drumming on the rooftop of the dusty little storage space above Café Leblanc had coaxed Joker into a restless slumber a few hours prior to his teammates humiliating return to the real world. All evening the leader of the phantom thieves had felt pent up and restless. This was not, to be fair, a rare feeling for the young wild card as of late. Joker preferred as a rule to be a man in constant motion. He would much rather spend his evenings helping the close knit group of outcasts he had collected over his time in Tokyo or even charging through the depths of Mementos than be left to his own devices. Being alone with nothing to occupy his attention gave Ren time to brood. It was an invitation to contemplate his decisions and their consequences. There was the arrest and his probation, of course, but that bitterness had eased considerably given the outlet of his work as a Phantom Thief. No, what occupied his mind these days was all the ‘what ifs’ inherent in the aftermath of stealing a treasure. Would the change of heart take place? Would they be caught this time? What would happen to the others if the police came for him?

Mishima had provided a bit of distraction earlier, thankfully. Something about a hacker hijacking his website and dumping a bunch of porn into it. Fortunately, Joker mostly succeeded at hiding his laugh while promising to get Futaba on the case as soon as he could contact her. He hadn’t bothered to look into the matter or the site himself (sounded like an open invitation for every virus on the internet to get downloaded into his phone, frankly, at least until Mishima or Oracle managed to sweep the site clean). Besides, while ogling a few lewd images of some amateur pretending to be a centerfold was not something Ren was especially opposed to, he was hardly lacking in beautiful women willing to give him a more up close look than some grainy online photographs. He’d leave the website to Ryuji to gawk at (no doubt the blonde would pick the best images to share later anyway). So he decided to obey Morgana’s expected call for sleep without complaint and leave the website alone.

Joker awoke with a start when the banging began. It began as a loud, rapid rattling as someone vigorously tried to open the locked door at Le Blanc. Joker paused, holding his breath. A second later a loud, insistent pounding could be heard. A heartbeat later, a more prolonged pounding took place. Joker got out of bed, his head still groggy but his heart beating rapidly. Sojiro had a key to the place, and he would have called ahead in any event. Which left only a few possibilities, some of which were very unpleasant to consider (such as the police, or Futaba’s sinister uncle, or that fool stumbling out of the bar down the street too drunk to realize he wasn’t at his house). The toy knife he kept in his bookbag was only useful as a fairly realistic looking prop outside Mementos, but that should serve as adequate protection to threaten intruders. Ready to brandish the makeshift weapon if necessary, Joker silently made his way to the ground floor of the café.

A few moments later the blade clattered to the floor, the usually stoic and unflappable leader of the phantoms thieves caught up in a rare moment of astonishment. As inoculated towards the bizarre and uncanny events that had plagued his life ever since a simple good deed had been thoroughly punished, Joker was still completely unprepared to find the five most gorgeous schoolgirls he shared classes with standing on his front doorstep dressed in nothing but high heels. The girls were wet and shivering from the storm, blushing furiously while trying to hide the complete nakedness behind their hands, their faces awash with humiliation.

The night just became a whole lot more interesting.

As usual Joker paused to take in the situation and consider his options. Despite having dated the majority of the odd group of women for a number of months, Joker found his heart skipping a beat (as it always did) see their naked bodies presented before him. Kami willing the day would never come when seeing them blushing with shame and arousal at their complete nakedness would fail to excite him. But as much as he might enjoy the sight, something was clearly very wrong. Why were they naked? How did Yoshizawa, the cute freshman with the painfully obvious crush, end up in their midst? And did those fresh hickies running up and down their skin in very intimate places mean what he was hoping they meant? In any case, there was a fairly short list of reasons why this could be happening. Some of the scenarios were rather horrific, truth be told. And these were his closest friends, conspirators and lovers literally begging for help on his doorstep. As a gentleman thief there was really only one choice to make.

“We’re closed.” Joker said, opening the door a crack then slamming it shut as Ann tried to belt out an explanation.

A series of loud raps began again as Ann slapped the door, her mouth wide open and snarling something in protest. Nearby Joker could see Makoto peering through a window, her eyes promising ****. As a gentleman thief he was obligated to aid the girls, which was why he casually flicked on one of the café’s coffee makers and strolled to the bathroom to retrieve some towels. But he could clearly see their current dismay was tempered with an edge of excited horniness. Whatever had happened, the situation was clearly not so awful that their sense of dismay could override their obvious arousal at being naked and humiliated. And as a boyfriend to no less than three of them, he was contractually obligated to use this moment to tease and generally fuck with them.

“So who was at the door?” Morgana asked, peeking over the edge of the staircase.

“No one you need to worry about. By the way, you’ll be sleeping at Sojiro’s house tonight. And you need to leave by the window. Sorry about that.” Joker said with a smirk.

“Seriously? A booty call this late?” Morgana complained.

“Not entirely sure what the situation is. But seriously, you need to leave and leave by the back if you value your life. There are things that you could see tonight that could end your life.” Joker said in mock seriousness.

“At least tell me who it is. Is it Lady Ann? Give it to me straight. Which girlfriend is coming over tonight?” Morgana asked.

“….Yes. The answer to your question ‘Which girlfriend is coming over tonight?’ is ‘Yes’. No go.” Joker said.

“Fine. I’m going. Just be sure to remember this conversation tomorrow while you cry your empty wallet as your last yen goes to ordering my fatty tuna! I’m not holding back this time!” Morgan declared padding off to the window. The pair had discovered some time ago that even the less dexterous feline claws Morgana was stuck with in the real world could push and manipulate the shutters on Joker’s upstairs window with relative ease. It was handy when Morgana wished to employ stealth while scouting the neighborhood. Or for making a discreet exit when Joker demanded privacy, which had become gallingly often as his harem continued to expand.

Joker filled his cup of coffee with feigned casualness. All his instincts were telling him to rush to the window and gawk (and then get the full story of how they wound up in this hilarious situation) but there was an art to this sort of thing. The girls all knew they were at his mercy until he chose to let them in. He needed to be insufferable about the whole situation if he wanted to coax them into complete embarrassment. So he walked with a casual, smirking arrogance, idly sipping the warm coffee and taking a long, meaningful look at the bare girls standing outside his adopted home. As expected, the girls blushed and squirmed and tried to cover themselves while glowering at him and mouthing curses. This was fun.

After a moment he cracked open the door, cup still in hand. “Kasumi-chan? Haru-san? You look cold. Please, come in.”

The girls looked relieved, although Kasumi looked especially timid as she meekly tipped toed through the open doorway (her blush adorable, as expected). Haru’s relentlessly cheerful demeanor was on display even here, but her blushing mortification was obvious (if anything she was being the most open about her humiliation and the contradictory feelings of excitement and arousal it was inspiring). Joker casually let them in and with a feline grace promptly shut the door again as Ann tried to follow the corporate heiress into the café.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…” Ann muttered, her breasts pressing up against the glass.

“Joker, open this door this instant!” Makoto growled, slapping as loudly as she dared without risking drawing attention from other late night wanderers. “....Can either of you remind me why we put up with dating this insufferable bastard?”

“Not at the moment.” Futaba deadpanned.

Joker handed the pair of girls two towels, making sure to avoid looking too long at the pair while still offering a smile that said he’d seen quite a lot already. Kasumi blushed and quickly dried herself before wrapping the towel around herself to (finally!) hide her naked body. “Thank you Senpai! Umm…aren’t you letting the others in?”

“Eventually.” Joker said, sipping his coffee.

“Senpai, don’t be mean to your girlfriends!” Kasumi scolded.

“But Yoshizawa-san, that’s just it. I have to be. They’re my girlfriends.” Joker said, inspiring bewilderment from Kasumi and a brief snort from a towel clad Haru.

“I don’t suppose you had any more coffee?” Haru asked. “I think this is going to be a very long night.”

“Of course. I’ll get some ready right no-“

“Amamiya Ren-Senpai! You let your poor naked girlfriends in out of the rain this instant!” Kasumi demanded.

“Well, since your my guest I suppose I can grant that request….” Ren said, laughing to himself as Kasumi blushed at her uncharacteristic outburst, Haru eyeing her with approval and a sultry wink.

“Kasumi thinks I should let the rest of you in.” Joker said, opening the door a crack again.

“Good advice. Follow it and you might just make it through the night without Takemi having to set any broken bones.” Makoto said in the monotone voice that promised **** and suffering to any who it was directed towards.

“Hmmm. That sounds a little threatening. I can't help but feel I might be in danger if I open this door. Are you sure this is the tactic you want to take?" Joker asked.

"Ren, come onnnn. We're cold, wet, naked and humiliated out here. Its been a long night." Ann said.

"I can see that. But look at it from my perspective. Its late on a school night and three very naked girls have shown up on my doorstep after getting into some kind of trouble. Seems like a lot of hassle is in store for me if I let you all in here. What incentive do I have?"

The three girls exchanged looks of utter exasperation, then as one huddled closer and put on their best puppy dog look. "We're sorry, Joker-san. Can we please come in?"

"I'll think about it. It might help me think a little faster if you put your hands at your sides and give me a slow turn." Joker said.

All three girls blushed and visibly struggled to avoid any loud outbursts. Joker offered the satisfied smile of a man who held all the cards. Their fate was entirely in his smug little hands and he knew it, and worse still knew that loss of control was only getting the threesome more excited. Seething and blushing, the three dropped their hands to their sides, allowing Joker to scrutinize the trio with those piercing dark eyes, as if memorizing every detail.

"You've seen all three of us naked before, you know. You don't have to gawk so hard." Makoto said with disapproval.

"That's true. Yusuke has seen the Sayuri many times. Do you think he's ever gotten tired of admiring it?"

"Oh my god." Ann muttered.

Joker casually cupped one of the blond girl's breasts as if he were examining a fruit. The cat girl gasped softly, her blush intensifying as her nipple poked out all the more prominently.

"Interesting." Joker said. "Turn, please."

The trio obeyed the command, slowly turning in place, feeling his stare and the hungry eyes of the other girls on them.

"Stop." Joker ordered in mid turn, running a finger down Makoto's firm butt while brushing Futaba's hair aside and gazing at the neck. "Some left their mark. Several, actually."

The girls blushed in embarrassed and confusion, glancing back at him.

"The hickeys running down Oracle's neck. And the dozen or so on Queen's buttcheeks. And the dozens more on Panther's breasts. Someone was paying quite a lot of attention to your special places. Was it one of you? Or was Haru feeling frisky? Or maybe Kasumi discovered a new side to herself?" Joker asked casually.

".....ummm..." Futaba said, glancing at the other girls, trying to pick out the guilty party from the lusty blur of naked humiliations and intimate contacts she had shared earlier that night. None of the girls seemed any better able to name names than her addled mind was.

"Actually, never mind. I think the fact you three are standing there racking your brains over which girl planted which kiss tells me everything I was hoping to hear. You've all gotten to know each other a little better tonight." Joker said in a teasing voice.

"Y-yeah. More than a little." Futaba squeeked.

"I can see you've been through a lot tonight. A lot of feelings to sort through, no doubt. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. But I hope, when you've had time to think it over, that you can see at least a little how I feel around each of you. Why the thought of choosing between you is like trying to cut out a piece of myself."

The casual foddling had slowed, become a closer and more sensual touch. The girls had gone completely silent, glancing at one another as the light caress of their mutual boyfriend made them gasp and swoon in the orange glow of Leblanc's interior lighting. More had happened down there in the dark than the vivid memories of naked bodies pressed hungrily against one another. There had been other, quieter moments as well, shared affirmations, whispered confessions, a thousand little connections less intense but no less meaningful than their numerous shared pleasures. They had seen each other naked, and not merely in the most obvious sense.

“Come inside. Dry off. Drink something to warm up. We have a lot of things to talk about tonight.” Joker whispered.

The trio blushed as his shadow withdrew into the coffee shop, the door left open behind him.

“Okay. Now I remember. We started dating the insufferable bastard cause he knows us better than anyone and finds the perfect things to say right when we need to hear them. And he cares about us all way more than anyone I’ve ever met outside of Mom and Sojiro.” Futaba blushed. “….and the sex is pretty amazing and kinky.”

“There is that.” Ann agreed with a blush.

“This is bad. I swore I wouldn’t let him do this. His little Casanova routine wasn’t going to work this time. He needed to make a choice! I wasn’t going to let him get away with all the womanizing forever! He was going to choose which of us he wanted before graduation. This is…this is exactly what wasn’t going to happen! He wasn’t smooth talking his way into a threesome…or more! That was completely against the plan!” Makoto muttered.

“Well…he didn’t, right? We…ummm…kind of talked ourselves into it…” Ann noted, hugging her naked body.

“That makes it worse!” Makoto said.

“But…does it though?” Futaba whispered.

Makoto glanced between the pair, blushed and walked silently into the café. The others followed close behind.

********

The next hour or so was spent with the five towel clad girls nursing their coffees and going over the details of the case (Kasumi noted, to her paradoxical delight and embarrassment, that no clothes were offered despite their host’s general attentiveness). As expected her senpai was striking a graceful balance between a sober discussion of Mementos and the bizarre new abilities demonstrated by their identity thief and the more flirty looks he gave the girls just often enough to remind them they were all half naked and he had seen them each far more exposed earlier that night. Something about those looks seemed to imply laughter at their predicament joined with something more approving and devilish. Kasumi felt her face growing hotter and hotter as the evening proceeded.

“That was dangerous. Confronting him at the entrance was brave, but you didn’t have much chance of success to begin with. And we don’t know what would happen if you had defeated him. Your ‘names’ might have reverted to you, or it might have permanently cursed you to stay naked and horny in the Metaverse. Or worse, what if beating him while he still had your names caused something like a mental shutdown in you all? We need more intel. I don’t want any of you going back into the Metaverse until we resolve this. Morgana can provide support to me and the other guys if we have any hearts we need to change down there.” Joker said.

“Not exactly dying to go through another grope fest any time soon.” Futaba muttered. “Seriously. Stage clear. My humiliation stat is maxed out.”

“But won’t Mishima be able to steal your names too?” Makoto asked.

“He probably could, but I doubt he would go there. His shadow might be jealous of the phantom thieves but even his darker side believes in the work we’ve been doing. He doesn’t want to shut us down completely. If anything, his intention seems to be to send a humiliating lesson in response to all the attention and fame we’ve garnered recently…remind us that being the center of attention in the spotlight isn’t always ideal.” Joker offered.

“Why US, though? Why can’t it be Ryuji naked butt prancing around for the whole Metaverse to gawk at?” Ann sulked.

“Sorry to say, Panther, but I don’t get the sense from Mishima that he was ever INTERESTED in seeing Ryuji’s butt. Whether it involved calling a maid service, setting up a Phan date or just watching girls on the beach Mishima’s always been obsessed with girls and the Phantom Thieves. You five combining those two things together makes you the obvious choice for targets. And of course, Mishima was always right beside Shiho on the list of people Kamoshida liked to ****.” Joker said, giving her a sympathetic look as Panther’s eyes narrowed. “His shadow is making you live out the most perverted and demented fantasies Mishima has ever imagined. If they seem particularly demented, I think we can blame that on the scars of the damned king’s twisted influence.”

“Always seems to come back around to that bastard…Well, you know what? The joke’s on Kamoshida then! All that loser ever managed to do was conjure up some dumb bimbo version of me to prance around for him in that slutty purple bikini. He never got close conning me into sleeping with him in the real world! And the closest he ever got to seeing me naked was that time he threatened to cut my clothes off after his stupid guards dragged me to that pervy dungeon of his! And my response to that was to awaken Carmen, slice his trashy fantasy of me in half, charbroil his guards right in front of him, and send him running away like the little coward he always was. He always called Mishima useless garbage! But guess what? That kid managed to trick me into losing my powers, stripped me totally naked except for bits of my costume that feel so humiliating I’d KILL to wear that stupid bikini instead, got me and my four naked girlfriends to turn into complete sluts around each other, and finishing it all off by parading our bodies around in front of the ENTIRE METAVERSE to leer at and play with!! Mishima wins!! He’s a better pervert than Kamoshida could ever hope to be!”

Ann paused, glancing around in the midst of her tirade. The looks ranged from bemusement to open mouthed shock. Ann opened her mouth, closed it, then slunk back into her seat.

“Not that…we…should be praising him or anything. Just…you know…Kamoshida loses again. Yay.” She mumbled softly, blushing.

“….yes, well…” Makoto coughed. “That reminds me. Something else about this situation bothers me. Aside from the…obvious.”

She blushed, glancing down at herself.

“That group of bullies Kasumi encountered in the real world. The ones that stripped her at the volleyball game. Is Mishima really the one coordinating them? Even with this hyper perverted shadow running around the metaverse, isn’t that out of character for him? The real Mishima wouldn’t go that far, would he? Its one thing for his depraved, suppressed dark side to run amock and act like such a pervert. I just can’t imagine the normal Mishima whose helped us all this time doing the same in the real world.”

“I agree. I feel like there is much more going on than we understand right now. The amount of power at his disposal is…well, in some ways it goes far beyond what we’ve seen on display in a Palace. And yet he claims to be nothing more than a middling Shadow like the other ones we’ve confronted in Mementos. We need to figure out where he gained these abilities and how he has so much control over the app.”

“…Newsie-chan…err…the newspaper club president, seemed to know a little about them. We could try asking.” Kasumi said.

“Fine. Just be careful. You can investigate that angle while we patrol the metaverse. Just remember what happened the last time. Best to avoid attention if you can. You don’t want to end up as half-time entertainment again.” Joker said.

Kasumi blushed.

“Okay. If we’re done talking shop…” Ann said, rising to her feet.

“We do have one last bit of business. Kasumi needed to talk to you about something.” Makoto said, rising out of the opposite side of the booth.

“…I do?” Kasumi asked, confused.

“You do!” The paid announced, grasping the confused girl by both arms and practically frog marching her towards the counter Joker was currently standing behind.

“Wha-What are you doing? Ann-senpai? Makoto-senpai?? What’s going on???” Kasumi asked.

“Oh, don’t be coy, Kasumi-chan. Isn’t there something you want to tell him?” Ann asked, whispering sweetly in her ear.

“Something you’ve been wanting to say for a long time?” Makoto whispered in the other.

“What…I…what are you…” Kasumi muttered.

“Something about you…and him…and how you feel…?” Ann persisted.

“Something you’d like to confess, as it were?” Makoto asked.

“….” Kasumi paused. “That…you mean…Ummm…No! Nothing! Nothing we need to talk about! Not…now! Nothing to talk about tonight!”

“But Kasumi-chan…it seems important…” Ann whispered.

“It seemed like something he really needs to know.”

“Nope! Its nothing! Not important! Nothing that can’t wait! Nothing to say…in front of my senpai…dressed in just a towel!!” Kasumi said, her voice breaking as she blushed.

“Ann…I think she’s embarrassed.” Makoto said in mock concern.

“Awww…Kasumi-chan. Don’t be embarrassed! Confessing a cute little secret to someone important to you while your almost completely naked might seem humiliating…” Ann whispered.

“It is!” Kasumi wailed.

“…but look on the bright side. At least you don’t have to run down the street butt naked because so slutty little peeper stole all your clothes in a public bath.” Ann muttered, her voice suddenly filled with malice.

“Or watched you for weeks trying out more and more humiliating poses to have sex in on the school rooftop.” Makoto said, her voice equally malicious.

“Oh. You…ummm…you…you remembered…” Kasumi whimpered.

“YEP!” Ann and Makoto said together, pushing her to the lip of the counter.

“W-wait! Senpais!” Kasumi whispered. “I know I owe you both! P-Punish me any way you like! But don’t do this! I can’t…”

“Its okay, Kasumi! It’ll be just fine!” Ann whispered, the teasing and the malice suddenly gone.

“You can do it! Don’t back down. We’re all here supporting you!” Makoto whispered, similarly dropping the coy undertone.

“…But…Are…are you punishing me or encouraging me?” Kasumi asked, bewildered.

“Both!” The pair exclaimed, their smiles predatory and jubilant all at once.

“…..” Kasumi drew in a breath.

“Senpai! I have something to tell you!” Kasumi declared.

Joker watched the antics of his cadre of half naked women with a bemused smile, but his face grew serious as he leaned against the counter. “Go ahead.” He said patiently.

“For…for a long time I’ve been trying to perform as best I could to be in the spotlight. Center stage! All eyes and camera flashes on me, as I performed the perfect, graceful dance! I thought if I could master that I could find my confidence and my sense of purpose. But it all feels so hollow, like I’m living someone else’s life! The only thing that has ever felt real to me lately was one particular person. I want that special single person to watch only me! I want to perform for him alone. As long as I know he’s watching, I can do anything! And that person…I can only think of one person I want to watch me always! That..Ren-senpai…I..I lo…I l…”

Kasumi suddenly sputtered to a halt, like an engine suddenly dying.

“I can’t! Its too much. I can’t just…just tell my biggest crush how I feel after getting humiliated all day! I can’t tell him how I feel in just a tiny little towel! Its too humiliating!” She whispered.

“Is it really that embarrassing?” Makoto asked.

“Yes!” Kasumi squeeked.

“Well, easy solution!” Ann announced, before snagging the back of Kasumi’s towel and yanking it completely off.

“Nooooo!” Kasumi cried, trying to cover herself. Ann smirked, winding the towel up like a loaded spring, before using it as a makeshift whip on Kasumi’s exposed butt cheeks. The shock of pain made the naked red head jump, allowing Makoto to seize the opportunity to firmly grasped her hands behind her back.

“See. No more towel to be embarrassed about!” Makoto said.

“No! This is worse!! Your evil!” Kasumi wailed.

“The longer you take, the worse it gets.” Makoto said, slapping the opposite buttcheek.

“Senpais!!” Kasumi plead. Without a shred of mercy, Ann and Makoto coordinated their attacks on her exposed bottom, making her compliant with their directions. To Kasumi’s complete mortification, she was led to the very lip of the counter, her arms resting against the countertop while her knees were lifted to two adjacent bar stools, placing her in a humiliating position on all fours, her naked breasts dangling freely right in front of her Senpai! And then the pair of tormentors switched tactics. To Kasumi’s humiliation, sets of fingers were inserted inside her, one pumping slowly in and out of her while the other focused on manipulating her clit.

“NOOOOO!” Kasumi plead.

“Say it…” Ann whispered.

“Say it.” Makoto echoed.

“I…I LOVE YOU!” Kasumi screamed.

In a way it was the perfect capstone on the complete disaster of endless humiliation her day had become. Confessing to her senpai, completely naked, on all four like a dog, while two gorgeous female upperclassmen casually fingered her and abused her poor asscheeks. It was nothing short of a nightmare.

“Thank you for telling me, Kasumi. I love you too.”

The word hung in her ears for an eternity. Her blushing face turn pale for a moment. Then some switch was flipped inside Kasumi Yoshizawa.

“Love you! Love you! Everything about you! You’re kind, patient, loyal, selfless! Your why I still believe in…OH!...I love you! I love how much you can love! Ann! Mako! Futaba! Haru! You love them all so much! I love them too! Please! Senpais, never stop watching me!!! Love you all!”

Makoto and Ann both froze in complete astonishment at the outburst. For better or worse, their position allowed Kasumi to finish what they had started, grinding her hips eagerly against their digits, feeling her orgasm coming on. Joker, however, seemed completely unphased. With a deft movement, the tall black haired boy leaned against the counter, catching Kasumi’s surprised lips in a passionate kiss. She blushed intensely as she returned the embrace, feeling her insides shuddered in a long, satisfying release.