Quite The Opposite

(This chapter contains a homophobic slur).

The smell immediately hits you as you begin to lick at Fukawa's slit; you had thought it was bad before, but it's so much worse now that your face is buried in her cunt, nose deep in her unkempt pubes. It's almost enough to make you gag, but you **** yourself to stay on task, tasting her sweat on every lick of her folds.

"H-hey!" Fukawa protests. "I-I d-didn't consent to being l-licked, you d-dyke slut!"

You roll your eyes at her still not understanding the situation you're in; you liked her a whole lot more when she was kissing you and had to be silent, and not just because she'd had her fingers in your pussy at the same time. You don't relent, snaking your arms around her waist and squeezing her asscheeks firmly to stop her backing away as you continue to eat the foul-smelling, protesting girl out as best you can.

You can hear the moans and gasps of Maizono and Asahina as their own teammates presumably perform similar acts on them, but despite your best efforts Fukawa doesn't let out any pleasurable noises at all, nor does her vagina appear to be producing any fluid besides a copious amount of sweat. You try moving to focus more on her clit, but that doesn't seem to have much effect either, and she only lets out the slightest hint of a moan when you insert your tongue into her snatch. "I-I told you I w-wasn't a lesbian," she says stubbornly. "W-why do you th-think all my books are about t-tall handsome men, not l-lesbian detectives who l-love munching c-cunt?!"

You glare at Fukawa; or, more specifically, you glare at her bush since that's most of what you can see. In spite of her protests, you don't think her insistence on being heterosexual is the biggest issue; rather the combination of your inexperience in cunnilingus, having to take frequent small breaks to deal with the smell, and the novelist's nature as a submissive masochist meaning she'd rather give pleasure than receive it are all conspiring to sink your efforts in this task. Desperately you try a different approach, moving your face away from her vulva and attempting to get her off with your gloved fingers instead of your mouth, wondering if your experience of pleasuring yourself in this way would help you similarly to how it had helped Fukawa earlier. To your embarrassment you realise your own masturbation style must be much less technical and slow-paced than the masochistic novelist's, as you instinctively just ram your digits into Fukawa's slit and start pumping them rapidly in and out, which is what usually works for you. You've never really thought about it before, but... are you just easy to get off? No, you tell yourself. I'm part of the Kirigiri clan. We're trained to resist succumbing to emotions like lust. But still...

Your fingering efforts prove a little more effective than your attempts at eating Fukawa out, probably mainly because of the distance you've got from her pussy's stench, but fairly soon you hear Maizono's moans starting to build as Enoshima, seemingly just as skilful at lesbian sex acts as her teammate, laps at the idol's dripping snatch hungrily. Just as you're convinced that the currently-winning team will pick up their second point, however, you hear a squeal from Asahina and Celeste's direction. "Aaaaaah~! N-no! N-not my boobs! You *haaah!* can't...!" Asahina pleads, as you see that Celeste has moved behind her and begun to **** the swimmer's E-cup tits with her hands, squeezing her nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger.

"I would have to be a fool to not make use of every weapon in my arsenal," Celeste growls in a low, aggressive tone, leaning over to breathe into Asahina's ear. "Now cum for me, bitch. Cum for your mistress."

"Ahhh~! B-But... But if I cum... if you keep *mmm!* squeezing my boobs I'll... AAAAAAAAHHHH~~!!!" Asahina screams in orgasmic bliss as her cunt sprays girlcum all over the bathhouse floor. Just as she feared, her breasts also erupt with a torrent of fresh, creamy milk, Celeste continuing to squeeze the tanned girl's rock-hard nipples ruthlessly, extracting as much of the white liquid as possible from the helpless, convulsing swimmer before letting go and allowing her to sink to the ground, her trembling legs not able to support her as she continues her milking-induced climax.

"Puhuhuhu! Miss Ludenberg and Asahina-chan take the second point!" Monokuma announces over the speakers. "Looks like the improvements I made to Asahina-chan's body were a big help! I guess punishment's can have their advantages... besides the fun you have in them, of course. Puhuhuhuhu~!"

Yourself and Enoshima get up from your knees, the model looking frustrated that she lost out on the point while Maizono mainly looks frustrated she didn't get to cum. At least they're still in with a chance, you think sullenly. Fukawa seems to share your despondent attitude, and as Monokuma starts the next round she's lacking any enthusiasm she had in pleasuring you before, fingering you frustratingly slowly from her knees in-between deep sighs; it seems like she's accepted she's going to lose. The other teams, meanwhile, are giving it their all, Maizono returning to licking Enoshima's cunt like a pro while all Celeste has to do is sit on Asahina's face and let the girl eagerly lap at her pussy, still riding the sexual high of her orgasm.

If this keeps up you and Fukawa will be heading to the tiebreaker, and you have no idea what that could entail. Hell, for all you know, Monokuma could just abandon the idea entirely and punish both of you. The thought of it sends a chill down your spine. Something has to change here, but what?

The idea hits you suddenly. It's dangerous, it's unpredictable... but it's all you've got.