You Are... Interrupted

Shutting and locking your bedroom door behind you, you strip off your clothes, doing your best to ignore the fact that your panties are once again soaking wet with your pussy's juices, despite you having been without them for the entirety of your... activities with Genocider Sho. It's just a natural bodily reaction to having been in that situation recently, you tell yourself as you get into bed, despite the fact that most of your arousal had come later, from watching Enoshima and Maizono getting pounded during the tiebreaker, and imaging the same thing happening to you.

You know you're exhausted and need sleep, so try to close your eyes and shut out the thoughts that come flooding unbidden into your head. When that doesn't work, you try to at least turn your overactive brain to something productive, like coming up with a plan of action for tomorrow, or analysing any clues you may have obtained. It's no good, though. Every image that enters your mind is a replay of today's events, and not any that would be beneficial to reflect on, either. Asahina moaning with pleasure as Celeste milks her breasts and encourages her to orgasm, Owari's fist jerking up and down the shaft of her strap-on as she spurts ropes of sticky faux-semen all over Maizono's face, Genocider Sho laughing maniacally as she plunges her impossibly long tongue into the depths of your tight, wet cunt... You desperately try to banish the thoughts from your mind, tossing and turning and loosing the covers from your naked body as you grow hotter and more flushed despite the relatively normal temperature of the room.

(Art, if it stays up, by a user on Pixiv named '摩霧彰' I believe; no idea what the kanji means but there you go.)

"Fuck..." you mutter, as you realise there's only one way to clear your head and be able to sleep. "Dammit..." You had sworn that your self-pleasure last night would be a one time thing. But it would feel so good, says a part of your brain, a part that you try not to listen to, have trained yourself not to listen to. And you know it would be quick. You NEVER last long, especially now when you're so, SO wet. It'd be so quick, so EASY, and you'd feel so GOOD...

Your resolve crumbles. Rolling onto your back, you move a gloved hand down towards your dripping slit, ready to plunge your fingers into your tunnel and send yourself to heaven. You know your digits won't feel as good as Sho's thick, wet tongue, but they'll be more than enough to give you the push over the edge that you're so desperately craving...

"Puhuhuhu! My, my, such indecent behaviour for such a proud detective, Kirigiri-chan!"

You rip your hand away from your snatch instantly, pulling the covers up over your nude body as your cheeks glow red with shame. Monokuma has appeared at the end of your bed, and is leering at you through his robotic eyes. "Get the hell out of here!" you snap, more angry at yourself than at the bear, in truth. What's happening to me? How can I be losing control like this?

"As much as I'd love to give you more... alone time, I'm afraid I can't do that," Monokuma grins. "You won today's challenge, after all! It's time for your exciting reward!"

You scowl. You'd almost forgotten that portion of the bear's game, Maizono's reward from yesterday having been so mocking and impractical. "Go ahead and give me the dildo, then," you snap, before feeling your blush spread unbidden across your face. The dildo... that would feel much better than your fingers, wouldn't it? And it was like the one you'd sucked back in the first challenge, like the ones Owari and Pekoyama had used. You'd be able to feel it shooting its artificial sperm into you; you can only imagine the sensation of your pussy being filled up with with hot, sticky cum. Wait, you shouldn't be imagining that! You don't want the stupid rubber cock! Dammit...!

"Puhuhuhu!" Monokuma laughs. "As much as I'm sure you'd have fun with that, Kirigiri-chan, the reward changes with each challenge. This time it's more... cosmetic in nature." He sighs sadly. "The beauty standards for women these days are so unfair, after all. You can't run a reality tv show like mine without audiences expecting every contestant to look perfect. Honestly, treating girls like sex objects like that; it makes me weep." You glare at him as he continues. "That's why Fukawa-chan is enjoying our luxury body hair removal treatment for her reward as we speak," he says. "And as for you..."

You let out a small gasp as two of the now-familiar robotic tendrils snake out from under your bed, the bear seemingly able to summon them from anywhere in the school. They pull the covers away from you, exposing your naked form, before wrapping around your arms, holding them in place. Monokuma sighs again as he inspects your body. "You know, you really are very sexy, Kirigiri-chan. Maybe the hottest girl in this whole group. Don't tell Enoshima-chan I said that, though. Or, hell, maybe do; she'd probably enjoy it." You roll your eyes as the ursine robot continues his inane, meaningless babble; you wish he'd just get to the point. You don't like how you've been rendered helpless so easily; he could at least get whatever he has planned for you out of the way so you could sleep. Or... try to sleep, anyway. "You should really be thanking me," the bear goes on. "Such a tight, fuckable body was wasted with you pulling that stoic detective act. Now you're starting to embrace your inner slut, and it's all thanks to me! Puhuhuhuhu!"

"I am not...!" you go to protest, not wanting to let that remark slide unchallenged, but Monokuma cuts you off.

"So, yeah, there's really not any obvious flaws that need addressing with you," he says. "However..." He hops up onto the bed and waddles towards you, and you immediately tense up as he reaches a paw to your gloved right hand. You can barely look as he pulls off one glove and then the other, exposing the burned remains of your hands underneath; this somehow felt more invasive of your privacy and dignity than any of the humiliating actions he'd had you perform so far. This was personal. "Such ugly scars," he says, and you have to restrain yourself from tearing up. Don't show emotion, you remind yourself, although you've already shown far more embarrassment and lust than you'd have liked. "A girl like you deserves pretty hands, don't you think?" You breathe in sharply as from nowhere he pulls out a syringe and needle, his grin somehow spreading across his robotic face. He jabs the needle sharply into your hands, one after the other.

The pain is momentary and the effect is immediate; you watch in horror as the burned flesh on the front and backs of your hands fades away, replaced with brand new, unblemished skin. These are the hands you had before you sustained your burns. Another person might have been grateful at having such injuries treated, but you feel more violated than you have done since arriving here. The burns were part of you, a lesson from your past. This is not a reward; this is Monokuma stripping away another layer of your identity as the Ultimate Detective.

The insufferable bear cackles as you continue to stare at your new, artificially-perfect hands. "Puhuhuhuhu! Ok, that's your reward taken care of. Now for the... other business."

You rip your eyes away from your hands and stare at Monokuma. "What other business?" you ask, feeling a lot more tense suddenly.

"This other business!" The monitor in your room flickers into life, and footage is displayed from today's challenge, of you telling Monokuma you needed to use the bathroom, but instead sneaking to the kitchen and retrieving a pepper. Your heart sinks. "Don't get me wrong, I respect the strategy!" the bear grins. "And letting Genocider Sho out to play certainly made things more... interesting. She's got quite a tongue on her, doesn't she?" You flush. "But... you lied to me. And I can't let that slide. So, Kirigiri-chan, along with your reward... you're going to have to receive a punishment."

"No...!" you gasp. All that effort in the challenge, degrading yourself to that extent, it had all been to avoid punishment. And now it was going to happen to you anyway.

"Puhuhuhuhuhu! Don't worry," smirks Monokuma. "I'm sure it'll be easy for you to handle. You're the Ultimate Detective, after all, not some needy whore who masturbates herself to sleep every night... right?"

He produces a small egg-shaped device in his paw, and you realise what it is just as he inserts it into your cunt, your shamefully wet folds inviting the vibrator in without any resistance. "MMMM~!" you moan involuntarily as it starts to buzz away inside you, turning your inner walls into jelly. "Ooooh...! Ahhnnn...!" You desperately try not to give into the exquisite pleasure as Monokuma watches on, but your training fails against your lust yet again. No... can't be... already... but...! "Gonna cum!" you squeal, the toy instantly pushing you to your limit like an easy slut as you prepare for the release you need so much.

... But it doesn't come. You don't cum. Instead the device lets you linger agonizingly on the edge of orgasm without pushing you over the brink, automatically turning its intensity down to a level low enough to keep you close to climax, but not close enough. "N-nooo...!" you whine pathetically, struggling desperately against your restraints. You had been trying to resist, but now all you want to do is give in, to touch yourself, to squirt your girlcum all over the sheets and feel that sweet, sweet release, not caring that Monokuma is watching and undoubtedly recording your shame.

"Puhuhuhuhu~!" the bear chuckles. "What's the matter, Kirigiri-chan? You want to cum?"

"Y-yes!" you say, humiliatingly quickly, before remembering you were supposed to be proving him wrong about you being a slut. "N-no! I-"

"So cute how you resist your nature," Monokuma smirks. "Ok, well, if you're sure you don't want to cum, that can be arranged." He raises a paw, and more robotic limbs appear, holding something metallic. They snake around your waist, and you realise they're wrapping a belt around you. It's not just any belt, though - it's equipped with a steel thong, completely preventing anything from accessing your ****, gushing pussy while keeping the vibrator locked tightly inside. It's a chastity belt, you realise, your inner thoughts at least slightly more coherent than your vocalisations, which consist entirely of sharp gasps and breathy moans as the vibrator refuses to give you a moment to rest, continuously pushing you right to the edge before ripping your orgasm away from you.

You're let out of your restraints, and your hands stupidly go to your cunt, but of course they meet nothing but hard metal. "Well, have a good night!" Monokuma beams.

"No...!" you gasp in horror, staring at the bear. "No, please, I'll *ah!* I'll break! *Ahhhnnn!* I'll breeeeak~...!" A whole night of this?! You feel like you'll die just from another few minutes without cumming.

Monokuma laughs once again, but it's a hollow sound, with more malice than the bear normally shows openly. "Puhuhuhu... Kirigiri-chan... you should have thought about that before you crossed me." The bear vanishes from sight, leaving you desperately, futilely grinding against the bedsheets, squeezing at your tits, becoming a sweaty, moaning, horny mess as you try anything to free yourself from this **** of denied release...

It's going to be a long night.