Going Out with a Bang

Her Senpai had called it the third eye. One of a number of preternatural talents that could be awakened by a Persona User as their minds evolved and personal connections deepened (he seemed to know more about the topic than he had said out loud, but Kasumi had not pressed him on the matter). It was a useful sixth sense that allowed a Phantom Thief to trace the paths of enemies through a dungeon, locate traps and treasures, gage the strength of an opponent, and other revelations not readily apparent to the naked eye. And like so many powers of the Persona, Kasumi had learned that her third eye had been sadistically twisted to serve more perverted ends when her name was taken from her. To her senses time seemed to slow down, color and sound pushed aside so her vision could focus with horribly precise and vivid detail on each and every leering face and scornful smile of the people who had seen her naked. Every snap of a camera, every lustful expression, every disgusted whisper was recorded into her memory more precisely than her normal senses could possibly accomplish. It wasn’t just faces, either. The blue afterimage of hand prints and puckered lips could be conjured up crisscrossing her naked body and those of each of her girlfriends, a parting gift from multitude of strangers and shadows who had casually groped and played with her shamefully exposed body over the course of the past week. Each print told a story, a memory of a sensation of touch and an accompanying jolt of arousal and intense shame of her recent past. She had experimented with the ability a time or two the previous night, stripping in front of her bathroom mirror and watching her own reflection light up with a thousand neon tattoos, finding the messy mishmash of distant contacts oddly beautiful and erotic even as she blushed in humiliation. But she only had a moment to admire herself before her mind was awash with phantom memories of each touch and kiss and the deep well of humiliation that came with being touched by so many in so many places and while so many more watched and laughed.

And now her third eye returned unbidden. Kasumi sat in the middle of her school, completely naked save for a pair of black high heels, her knees bent forward so that her large breasts were thrust out in front of her and her round butt was just as lewdly presented in the other direction. On either side of her stood Ann and Haru, while Futaba and Makoto stood at opposite ends, all four girls mimicking her pose. They were all crowded tightly together now, the soft press of Ann and Haru’s breasts and butt cheeks mushed up tightly against Kasumi’s corresponding anatomy, softly vying to occupy the same space. Each girl held one of Kasumi’s hands tightly in their own on either side. The third eye dutifully reported dozens and dozens of students all around them drinking in their humiliation.

Thwack!

“I’m sorry!” Kasumi and Ann screeched together as a long wooded paddle crashed against their adjacent asscheeks, sending a jolt of pain up Kasumi’s spine.

Thwack!

“I’m sorry!” Kasumi and Haru screeched, as a need spanking landed on the red head opposite asscheek along with the butt of the rich senior student.

Despite her claims of laziness and distaste for her second job, Kawakami clearly had picked up some skills in the sex trade. The punishment she was administering was delivered with the practiced ease of one who had been called upon more than once to carefully apply pain and pleasure in equal measure. The spankings were being delivered randomly between the girls, usually at the same time. The girls were so tightly pressed together that any motion from one was felt like a tremor between the other girls, causing all ten breasts and butt cheeks to quiver with each strike. The terror and excitement was palpable, none of the girls knowing when their turn would arrive. To make matters worse, the spankings were leaving a burning, tingling sensation behind as the endorphins did their work. The girls were already aroused from their previous orgasm, and that initial release had in no way satisfied their poor naked bodies. The five had suffered endless teasing and shame all morning, and the current grade school punishment being applied to them while naked and being stared at by half the school was only adding to the lusty betrayal.

Thwack! “I’m sorry!” Haru and Makoto screamed.

By the time Kawakami told the girls to rise, Kasumi was sporting a throbbing and red butt that only barely managed to outshine the humiliated blush on her face. She was trembling with humiliation…and a feeling of arousal that had somehow exceeded her mental state before her public orgasm. Everywhere the students of Shujin Academy were looking on with fascination, lust and contempt. Her third eye showed her each of them, burning the face and the events of her punishment into her memory alongside the morning of shame. Kasumi was breathing heavily, feeling horny and embarrassed and angry all at once. Mishima and her Persona had outdone themselves. They wanted her to remember every moment of this day. She was never going to be allowed to forget, or to grow numb to the embarrassment. The third eye would always be there to remind her of her past humiliations, always be there to reawaken and reinvigorate her sense of embarrassment and terror.

“All right girls. As fun as its been playing with you all, I need to get back to class. Why don’t you all take a little trip to the infirmary. We’ll tell the vice principal your cute little butts got a little banged up during some of our disciplinary measures. With any luck he’ll let you go home for the day.” Kawakami said with satisfaction.

“Gee, thanks.” Futaba muttered, rubbing her behind.

Kawakami glared. “Of course, a second round of paddling would make the story more convincing. Do you think that will be necessary, Mrs. Sakura?”

“Urk! No ma’am! Thank you!” Futaba squeeked.

“I thought not.” Kawakami said. “Now go. Oh, one more thing…”

The teacher offered a small box from her teaching bag.

“A few helpful tools I scrouged up from my part time job. They might come in handy.”

The girls gave Kawakami a skeptical look. She made a shooing motion, which also felt rather threatening with the inclusion of the paddle. The girls quickly dispursed, hiding their naked bodies with their hands as the awkwardly moved down the hallway.

“Joker.” Ryuji whispered as the leader of the phantom thieves moved to follow the naked entourage of embarrassed school girls. It was with some **** he moved his attention from the retreating burning red asses of his recent harem to the grimacing face of the blonde athlete.

“Did you need something, Ryuji-kun?” Joker asked casually, glancing around them and adjusting his glasses before speaking in a lower tone. “And stick with ‘Ren-kun’ or ‘Amamiya-san’ while we’re on this side. If people in this world start associating me with the name ‘Joker’ there isn’t a point of having a codename at all. And in case you’ve forgotten, its more critical to keep our identities secret than any of us ever realized.”

“Yeah. Right. Sorry.” Ryuji fidgeted, looking at the quickly emptying hallway. “But about that…we’re on lunch break right now anyway. Why don’t we pop over to the Metaverse and take out that Shadow Mishima while we have a chance?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…but I agree with Ryuji.” Morgana said, hopping out of Joker’s schoolbag. “As a phantom thief I can’t just stand by and allow an enemy to target my allies to this degree. And as a man of honor, I obviously can’t just stand aside and allow anyone to get away with such overt perversions on any group of ladies, let alone those I personally know.”

“Exactly. We can’t let this asshole to just get away with doing whatever it wants to us.” Ryuji said, squaring his shoulders.

Joker raised an eyebrow. Not only were the two most volatile members of the Phantom Thieves agreeing with one another, but Morgana had left himself wide open with his ‘man of honor’ comment and yet Ryuji had not uttered one peep about him being a cat. The situation must be dire indeed.

“I haven’t had a chance to confirm the details, but according to Kasumi the situation has already been dealt with. Mishima’s shadow is most likely going to dissolve by the end of the day. According to our intel, by tomorrow morning the city and the school will have moved past all of this as if it never happened. The girls should be able to go back to wearing clothes like normal.”

“That…does seem to be the case.” Morgana said reluctantly. “My senses aren’t as powerful as Futaba, but what little recon I’ve been able to do suggests Mishima’s influence is starting to fade…”

“That still leaves the girls stuck like that for the rest of the Effin day. And won’t this shit happen all over again if Mishima’s shadow shows back up later? We already ignored it once and look what happened.” Ryuji protested.

“That’s very true. The only way to be sure it would never menace us again would be to defeat Mishima and **** a change of heart.” Morgana nodded.

“And if we don’t take the bastard out now he could just pull this shit all over again. I say we go after him while he’s **** and just end this bullshit once and for all.” Ryuji said.

“Mishima knows who we are, just like he knew the identities of the girls. As far as I can tell the only reason he hasn’t targeted us the same way is that the shadow still has enough loyalty to the overall goals of the Phantom Thieves to avoid the risk of incapacitating the entire group. Well…that and Mishima has never seemed particularly attracted to men. Between Project Maidwatch and arranging for blind dates through the Phansite Mishima has always had an obsession with women that rivals his interest in the Phantom Thieves. Its only natural his Shadow is fixated on stripping the female members of the group. But if we back him into a corner I doubt he’d hesitate to steal the rest of our names just like he took their identities.” Joker said slowly.

“We can’t just sit around and do nothing, man!” Ryuji snapped. “This is way too effed up. This shit looks like the inside of effin’ Kamoshida’s palace! Except the stuff in there was just screwed up cognition of real people! Mishima is doing this to people in the real effin world!”

“Keep your voice down.” Joker said coolly.

“Come on man. This isn’t like you. You jumped that dude back in your hometown for creeping on that girl. You and me took on Kamoshida even though you knew it could eff up your parole. We didn’t listen to Yusuke’s threats when we went after Madarame. Since when do you let this kind of shit slide? You can’t just let Mishima get away with all of this!...Is he messing with your head too? Did he hypnotise you along with the rest of this town?”

“I don’t think he can affect Persona users the same way. Unless he directly steal a name we should be immune to his mental influences.” Joker said dismissively.

“Then what is this? Why just let this shit happen under your own nose? You’ve never be the kind of asshole to just ignore this stuff before now. You can’t just let Mishima victimize so many-“

“Is that really what he’s doing?” Joker whispered, fixing the blonde boy with an intense stare.

“…How else would you describe it, Joker?” Morgana asked, puzzled.

Joker drew in a breath. “Kamoshida. Madarame. Kaneshiro. And Okumura. There was never any question what sort of men they were, was there? They were the kind that loved to **** the people around them purely for their own gain. That isn’t the case with Mishima.”

“What the…what the FUCK are you saying?” Ryuji blurted out.

Joker paused. Ryuji had gone from censoring himself to using actual F-bombs. Yes, the situation was very dire indeed.

“I’m saying Mishima’s shadow isn’t like the other palace rulers. He isn’t doing this for self serving reasons. Oh, I’m sure he’s enjoying himself immensely, but…the bigger picture is that he’s acting out a twisted version of what Mishima has always done. He’s helping the Phantom Thieves.”

“The hell he is! What good could this possibly-“ Ryuji fumed.

“Morgana. You were with me when Kasumi awakened to herself.” Joker whispered. “Do you remember the circumstances?”

“….Of course. Yoshizawa had wandered into an unknown Palace and lashed out at a group of Shadows chiding her.” Morgana summarized slowly.

“Chiding her over her performance. Chiding her for not being able to achieve her dream and fulfill a promise she made to her dead sister. The promise that has been eating her alive for the past year. The promise that has been weighing her down with guilt, pain and dread for as long as I’ve known her. And she isn’t the only one. Ann became a Thief because she believes she failed her best friend when she needed help. She’s tried to put on a happy face and cheer Shiho on, but its always at the back of her mind how close she came to losing someone important to her. Makoto has been obsessed with getting the best grades and pleasing everyone in her life just to find some approval from a sister she knows is slowly being consumed by corruption and cruelty. Haru has been in a similar situation with her own father, and until a few weeks ago expected to effectively be sold off for the sake of her family’s financial empire. Futaba has only just come out of years of crushing despair, and her time is divided between overcoming her crippling social anxieties and grappling with the hurt and anger of what happened to her mother. The Phantom Thieves entered their lives at a point where each of them was in danger of being crushed completely by their own burdens and the weight society was imposing on them. And for all the good we’ve done for them, and all the good work they’ve done alongside us, those burdens still weigh them down. And that’s putting aside the dangers of fighting the shadows and the fear of being caught and punished by the police.”

“….Okay. I hear what your saying. But what’s your point?”

“My point is…its only been in this last week where I’ve seen them as a group completely free of those burdens. No despair or dread on their faces. No demons haunting their thoughts.”

“Yeah. Cause they’ve been too effin busy dealing with being stripped naked and humiliated in public!” Ryuji snapped.

“Exactly.”

The blonde phantom thief stared at their leader as if he had completely lost his mind.

“They’ve needed an outlet, Ryuji. They’ve needed a way to cope I’ve never been able to give them. I’ve known that for a long time and I’ve tried to help as much as I could. But Mishima was the one who found an answer. When he stole their names, he was given some insight into their hearts. I think he asked them what they wanted. What was still holding them back. Awakening a Persona is to accept your own desires and needs. But even then, even though we all actively pursue those desires and try to understand ourselves better, some desires are too twisted or fantastical to be able to pursue. But Mishima found a way to make it happen. He warped the minds of an entire city for the sake of letting the desires of the Phantom Thieves be lived out to their fullest.”

“….Your saying this shit is what the girls WANT?” Ryuji asked, aghast at the idea.

“What part of them wants, yes. What part of them needs. It might sound strange, how suffering something so overtly humiliating as being naked in public can relieve other fears and anxieties. But if nothing else, it puts things in perspective. It certainly puts other worries into perspective. Kasumi-chan has been trying to find the courage to confess how she feels to me for months, even though she suspected I had known for months already. Funny how she finally found her words after the humiliation of me seeing her naked. Funny how some mountains become hills when you have the change in perspective.”

“…..”

“Don’t get me wrong. I think there is more to this entire situation than just that. And there is absolutely a sadistic edge to all of this I’m not happy with. But I can’t hate Mishima the way I hate the other Palace rulers. What he’s doing and the reasons behind it are more complicated than that. In some ways I’m grateful.”

“….And I suppose that gratitude how absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’s essentially left you the task of tending to a half dozen completely naked, completely embarrassed school girls who are likely going to need an entire evening of sex with you and each other just to cope with all the humiliations they’ve suffered today. AGAIN!” Morgana muttered.

“….I mean…it doesn’t hurt.” Joker quipped as he moved past the incredulous pair.

“Seriously can’t believe that guy.” Ryuji muttered to himself.

“Are you pissed about his attitude or are you jealous?” Morgana asked.

“Effing both.”

“….Then that’s two more things we agree on today.”

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Kasumi Yoshizawa could hear the awkward click-clack of her black high heels as she clumsily ran through the halls of Shujin Academy. The heels were the sole remnant of the 'uniform' the shadow Mishima Yuuki had granted her and the other girls to wear that morning. With the rest of her clothes stripped away as a obscene 'punishment' for her tardiness, Kasumi's current wardrobe consisted of the ribbon she used to bind her ponytail, and the sharply curving stillettos heels. She was agonizingly aware the shoes were designed purely with the intent of enhancing the curves of her body, accentuating her hips and angling her breasts to be more pushed out in front. The added height and curve was purely for the sake of others who viewed her body, the heels were decidely uncomfortable and difficult to walk in under the best of circumstances. And now that she was by any rational definition completely naked in public the heels were only serving to place her on display and enhance her sense of humiliation. There was no dignity to salvage from her current state and bare feet would be less of a hindrance. And yet by logic Kasumi would fully admit was demented on its face the girl refused to abandon the last of her wardrobe. Mishima had permitted the girls to keep some articles of clothing that morning as a gift and a challenge. If she abandoned her shoes, she was admitting complete defeat.

(The fact that the heels presented a better view of her naked body for the whole school, the city, her Senpai and wherever the sadistic shadow Mishima was currently monitoring them from had absolutely nothing to do with the decision. Kasumi certainly wasn't getting a thrill out of her naked humiliation and the thought others were enjoying her body. Absolutely none at all.)

Reduced to an awkward trot due to her footwear, Kasumi hurried as best she could down the stairwell. Every twist and turn brought more leering faces and mocking laughter with it, the corridors still jammed with students milling about discussing her recent humiliation rather than return to to the boredom of their classes. Kasumi large breasts bounced and swayed freely on her chest, her errct nipples wobbles lewdly before a thousand eyes and cameras. Her hands were occupied with hiding her naked pussy and her exposed butt. But modesty was a half hearted goal at best now. Kasumi felt as if an electric current ran through her whole body. The agonizing build up of her arousal that morning had only partly found relief in her intense orgasms moments earlier. But any drop in horniness had been negated by her painful paddling from Kawakami. Her butt was on fire, and her right hand was caressing one tender cheek to relieve the sting. Meanwhile, the hand hiding her pussy was performing double duty by teasing her neglected clit. She was more horny than ever after the spanking, and her Persona was adding supernatural fuel to that erotic fire.

She was trying to be discreet. She really was. But her need was growing more **** by the moment. More students were noticing her touching herself, which only added to her humiliation. Once or twice she looked behind her, confirming the other phantom queens were mimicking her pose and their poor attempts to discreetly play with themselves.

“Is anyone here?!” Kasumi wailed as she burst into the nurse’s office. No one answered and the beds appeared to be empty, much to her relief. She moaned slightly as she staggered to a counter and propped herself up, masturbating more blatantly as the other girls arrived.

“Is everyone all right? Do you need some help to treat your bruises?” Kasumi stammered.

“I think…we’re okay…for now.” Ann murmured.

Kasumi nodded and stared, blushing in awe as Ann and Haru drew closer. Makoto and Futaba seemed to keep a bit more distance from the group and one another. Each of the stood, faces flushed with humiliation, breathing heavily, huge breasts bobbing softly as their knees dipped in response to their teasing fingers.

“Kasumi!” Ann suddenly wailed and darted forward, hugging the surprised girl in a tight hug.

“Ann-Chan. Sumi-Chan.” Haru whispered, mimicking Ann’s movement and embracing both girls.

Kasumi awkwardly returned the hug. Her pussy protested the interruption but she resolved to ignore that itch for a moment for the sake of affection. (Well, affection and the warm, soft squeezing of two naked, well endowed goddesses pressing against her).

“This is so not fair!” Ann declared in a whimper. “What did we do to deserve this?? The whole school! Every guy…even the girls! They touched everywhere! All morning! My breasts, my butt, my thighs! They took turns teasing my pussy!”

“I know!” Kasumi wailed in commiseration.

“And the rest just stood by and watched while they waited their turn! They looked so hungry. Why do they always have to leer like that? Why do they enjoy watching us being groped and humiliated like this? Why do they always take so many pictures?” Haru chimed in.

“I don’t know!!” Kasumi wailed back.

“Goddddd! Every phone on this campus is full pics of my body! Every part, every angle! Even when things go back to normal everyone can just peek on their phone and STARE whenever…” Ann lamented.

“It’s so humiliating!” Kasumi wailed back.

“And then stupid Ryuji! And…oh god they filmed the orgasms! I was playing with myself in front of everyone!” Ann gasped in horror.

“Why does it have to be so much all the time???” Kasumi asked.

“Why does it…” Ann sobbed.

“Always have to….” Haru continued.

“Feel so good?” Kasumi finished the thought. The three shared one final blush of absolute mortification, before pressing closer still and initiating the first series of **** kisses. No more coherent words passed between the three for some time, only the long groans and primitive moans of long withheld passions. The dam which had held back a vast lake overflowing with shame and lust had at last burst. Stumbling blindly as the trio of horny girlfriends desperately sought to occupy every mouth, hand and thigh with a soft, warm and sensitive piece of flesh to grope, suckle or squeeze the naked teenagers managed to commandeer an empty bed in one corner of the medical facility. The trio took a few moments to reorient the chaotic jumble of limbs they had formed, nipples and clits erect and sensitive from an eternity of teasing and torment from the hands of total strangers at last squishing together and jousting erotically in the darkness. The trio shared a look of unbridled hunger and gasping awe as they pressed tightly together, their breasts against one another while their fingers invaded the warm and wet spaces between their legs. There was an ever so brief power struggle, all three girls unbelievably **** to touch one another and none wanting to yield. Kasumi relented in the end, silently giving enough ground to allow other pair to intertwine their legs and press their soft pussies together. The red head did not have to retreat far, as the pair hugged her close, sucking gratefully on her warm nipples and each devoting one hand to fingering her clit and pussy.

Makoto and Futaba perched on an adjacent bed, their own eyes wide with awe and lust. Blushing intensely at the spectacle, the pair shared a silent glance before nodding and drawing closer to each other. Makoto spread her meticulously muscled legs wide, coaxing the younger girl to sit between them. Without taking their eyes off the show being put on by their girlsfriends Futaba and Makoto grasped for one another in the dark, at first timidly probing their fingers into the other’s wet slit before more boldly inserting as many digits as they could into one another. The other hand hugged and pressed their nude bodies close together, fondling bare breasts or squeezing exposed thighs as they stared. Every now and again one would break their mutual stupor to glance at the other. Sometimes their eyes would meet, and they would interrupt the voyeustic delight of watching their fellow naked girlfriends to enjoy a hungry kiss between the two.

Orgasms came on one after another, intense and wondrous and long, and yet their bodies refused to be satisfied. With one lingering kiss Haru coaxed the blonde girl off her, pushing Ann into Kasumi’s arms as she rose, humming to herself as she made her way to the mysterious parcel their teacher had left to them.

"Oh my. Mrs. Kawakami seems to have provided quite an assortment of...gifts." Haru said, her smile wide with delight.

"D-do I even want to know?" Ann asked, her body akwardly straddling Kasumi's naked body, their breasts squishing tightly together.

"Looks like she has a few accessories put aside in an emergency if Beckie needs to come out and play..." Haru said. "Some are quite scandalous. But some are actually quite adorable as well!"

"Hey!" Ann protested as a pair of false kitty ears were unexpected fitted to her head. The blonde girl's surprise quickly receded to blushing consternation as her blue pupils glared at the embarrassingly familiar costume piece from the corner of her vision. "Seriously??"

"You don't approve? They look adorable like always." Haru asked.

"Well..g-good! But why is it always a kitty? You. Shiho. Kamoshida. Why does everyone not only love to drool gawk at the half-foreign blonde girl and her oh so exotic looking body but also thinks 'this but also CAT'?" Ann ranted.

"....Hmmmm. I'm sure I have no idea. Why would anyone look at you and think of a sleek, beautiful pussycat they'd like to stroke and pet?" Haru asked in sham thought. "Oh, that remind me. There's an english term for 'pussy' that means cat and...oh dear, what was it? It was never my best subject. But for some reason I couldn't stop laughing and picturing you when I heard it."

"Your a bad liar. And ha ha ha." Ann blushed.

"You can't be too angry. After all, your phantom thief ensemble was picked out by Carmen based on your own **** sense of self. So it would seem deep down you agree with everyone else- when Ann Takamaki is feeling like a naughty little rebel she wants to be a slutty little kitty who wants to show off her gorgeous body behind skin tight leather. In all honesty Kamoshida's version of you sounded much more dignified, even with more bare skin..."

"Haru-chan...I love you, but...I think you know where you can take that little opinion and stick it." Ann muttered.

"Oh, that DOES remind me...."

"Oh no...." Ann squeeked in alarm as Haru grinningly produced a worrily large bottle of lube oil before returning to rummaging through Kawakami's bag of tricks. "No. Haru, no. Your bluffing. You have to-"

Haru smiled in triumph as she held in both hand the long, curving cat tail accessory that no doubt was meant to compliment the kitty ears and whatever erotic bits of costume Kawakami had stashed away.

"NO!" Ann yelped.

"Now now. We've all heard Joker's stories. Beckie loves to finish her sentences with little 'meows' when she isn't calling her customers 'master'. Little toys like this were inevitable."

"Tha-that's not my concern!!"

"Oh I know." Haru said, a seductive yet sadistic tinge to her words as she nudged the large series of rubber balls that comprised one end of the device, a thick mass intended to be inserted into the ass of wearer. "But Mishima said it himself. Ann's poor butt became so used to being filled up in the metaverse, and now its had to spend the whole morning being humiliated without the joy of a plug. Butt-chan must be feeling so lonely..."

"Poor butt-chan..." Kasumi said, the mock sympathy in her voice cracking with laughing delight.

"Butt-chan is j....My butt is just fine!"

"But haven't you said more than once that your tail was your favorite part of the costume?

"That was before it got shoved up my-"

"In fact" Haru continued, ignoring Ann's protest. "I distinctly recall a certain exchange between you and I in Mementos not so long ago. I said something like how cute the phantom thief costumes were, especially Ann-chan's kitty tail. And I believe your response was something like 'The tail is cool. But just the tail. Its the only part I'd want to keep if I had a choice.' "

Ann blinked, blushing. "I...I think I did say something like that."

"And now here we are....with our phantom thief costumes missing quite a lot of what they used to have. And you still have your tail. But not much else..." Haru smiled to herself. "Ann-chan, you didn't happen to pick up some sort of Monkey's Paw in Mementos you forgot to mention? Because it seems you got what you wished for..."

"Ann-Senpai...did you do this to us?" Kasumi laughed.

"Sh-shut up." Ann pouted, embarrassed. "Listen...j-just because some pervy shadow decided to turn my suit into a fetish magnet-"

"Wasn't it already a-"

"DOES NOT mean I liked it! Mishima is just spouting nonsense to make everything even more humiliating!"

"Oh? Is that true? What do you think, Sumi-chan?"

"I think Ann-senpai has been getting wetter and wetter ever since you brought the tail out, Senpai."

"Traitor." Ann muttered. Kasumi shrugged, mouthing the least sincere apology she had ever offered another soul.

"Ann-chan....please? Try it just a bit? For us?"

Ann blushed and bit her lip. "Y-you guys owe me...."

Haru smiled in delight. Ann arched her back, adjusting her position to provide a better view of her magnificent cheeks. Haru took her time, her and Kasumi relishing the gasping expressions and stifled gasps from the blushing blonde as the lubricant was applied bit by bit to her insides. Her body trembled as the humiliating toy was inserted with agonizing slowness into her nether regions. Kasumi divided her attention between oggling the obscene invasion of her senpai's posterior and using her hands and tongue to tease Ann's ample breasts and clit. Haru tested the limits of the device, a almost maternal level of care going into placing the sex toy inside her girlfriend. Fully penetrating the girl after long series a teasings and probings, Haru nodded in satisfaction as she made a few minute adjustments to put the obscene instrument into position. Taking a moment to admire her handiwork and gingerly grope Ann's still reddened asscheeks, Haru nodded in satisfaction before unexpectedly applying a sharp spanking to either cheek.

"There we go! Butt-chan is filled to her limits! She doesn't have to feel lonely or hungry any more!" Haru laughed.

"You guys seriously suck, you know that?" Ann complained, shivering in embarrassment.

"And of course the final touch...." Haru said, flipping a small remote on before returning it to her bag as Ann hissed in pleasure, a soft vibration pulsing through her bottom.

"Don't worry. I'll keep the setting on low. For now." Haru said, Ann too humiliated and distracted by the motor in her ass and the attentions of her red headed classmate.

"Well. As magnificent as this has been, girls, I have a few more gifts to give and a few words I need to share with the other girls. I'm sure you two can find something to occupy your time with. Especially with...."

She held up the final toy from the bag, a long phallus. Kasumi blinked, blushing but confused. The device was clearly sexual but the shape and design were less than intuitive....where exactly was one meant to....Kasumi blushed.

"Wow. Beckie had a larger customer spectrum than I thought." Ann whispered in awe.

"I thought you might be familiar. You and Shiho do have a...complicated relationship, after all."

"I know how it works." Ann said, pushing past the mention of her old friend and ex-lover.

"Very good. Perhaps you could instruct Sumi-chan in the finer points of its use, then? I'll leave the lube with you as well. I seem to recall this morning that she quite rudely began spanking your bottom as encouragement to get you moving faster. And that you vowed some sort of **** for the treatment...?"

"Haru-Senpai! Why would you remind her of that??" Kasumi yelped. "Umm...and why...are you leaving the lube behind???"

"Oh don't worry, Sumi-chan. I'll show you. After all, I'm the only one here whose costume change involved a butt plug. All this time, Sumi's poor 'butt-chan' has been ignored and neglected while I've had all the attention. We don't want your butt-chan to be jealous of mine, do we..."

"Ann-senpai....can we talk about...Haru-senpai don't just leave me with....Senpais what going on? Why are you looking at me like that. W-wait! Please! EEEEK!"

Haru hummed happily to herself as she trotted away from two frisky girlfriends, her breasts bouncing lightly as she trotted toward Futaba and Makoto. The pair paused in the midst of a kiss, guitily looking up at her.

“Oh no. Don’t mind me. It would be rude not to let you finish. In fact, I insist on it.” Haru whispered with a smile, eliciting an intense blush from her two classmates. Haru’s wicked smile grew even wider as the pair glanced at each other before returning to fingering themselves to a climax. “And it does feel so much more intense knowing your being watched, doesn’t it?”

“M-maybe…” Makoto ventured, blushing.

“N-no maybes about it.” Futaba gasped, trying to recover from her release.

“So….as fun as its been letting off this pent up tension, I did have something I needed to address with you two.” Haru said, leaning forward and presenting her breasts to the pair.

“Discuss…” Makoto said, mentally slapping herself away from Haru’s enormous chest. “What do you mean?”

“To start with…how are you two feeling?” Haru asked cheerfully. “I presume your poor bottoms won’t need any medical attention?”

Makoto and Futaba blushed at the sight of the upper class heiress and her disturbingly ecstatic smile.

“Haru-Chan, I’m not trying to be mean but…you know it’s a little disturbing how much you seem to be enjoying all of this.” Makoto whispered.

“Now now. This is as humiliating for me as it is for all of you! We just have our own ways of coping.” Haru said happily. “On that note…Makoto-Chan, I know we said earlier we would have lunch together…”

“You…lunch? I’d…I’d forgotten completely, Haru-Chan.” Makoto admitted, mystified by the turn of the conversation.

“Of course you had! We had no idea we’d be spending the rest of the morning without our uniforms! Your priorities had to change!” Haru assured. “Which is why I wanted to postpone that outing. Would both of you be free this weekend? I’ll make all the arrangements!”

“Both of us?” Futaba asked, equally mystified.

“Presuming you were still interested in the dating and properly establishing these odd little dynamics between us.” Haru said.

“Well…yes. I suppose…once we get back to a litttle normalcy…we should…” Makoto muttered.

The class president let out a small yelp as she suddenly found her vision taken up with the large auburn eyes and bare chest of her fellow third year. “Are you certain? You’ve been hesitant up until now. I know all of this has been sudden and we still don’t know if it can really work. I’d understand if you need to step back. And if this is too much, we understand. It might hurt a little, but it won’t affect our friendship. None of us will judge you if you if this is too much. It might be a little disappointing but we’ll understand.”

“H-haru-Chan.” Makoto stuttered. “Where…where did that come from all of a sudden?”

“We all cope in our own way, don’t we? Like you just said…I’m a little too eager to jump into the middle of these humiliations! It feels like I’ve been locked in a room my whole life and all of you only recently gave me a key! Of all of us I’m most likely to move ahead of everyone. Suffering these humiliations is as thrilling as hearing a shadow scream, Mako-Chan!”

“Seriously, Haru! How the hell do you combine ‘cinnamon roll’ and ‘crazy axe murderer’ into one person?” Futaba muttered. “I never know whether to be terrified or coo at how adorable you are…”

“I do like to keep you all guessing.” Haru smirked. “But this isn’t just about me. You all have your own ways of dealing with these sorts of burdens. So I need to be clear. Makoto-Chan, whatever you choose, were on your side. None of us will ever judge you. You do so much as our second in command. You were vital in finding and defeating my father. I owe you so much already. I’m always going to be grateful.”

“I…appreciate that, Haru. But why say so to me specifically?”

“Because I know you. Even before the phantom thieves. Even before Kasumi and I started peeping at you and Joker-San.”

“Thank you for the reminder.” Makoto muttered.

“Certainly! Even before all of that, I’ve been watching. You’re so dedicated. Studious. Attentive. You do so much and take the blame for others who do half the work. You really are incredible.”

Makoto blushed.

“But that also worries me, Mako-Chan. You push yourself so hard. As a student. And a phantom thief. And I think as a lover too. You push and push and I’m so worried it will be too much. All of this…five brand new lovers added to your time when REN-San. It feels overwhelming to me. I can’t imagine what it must look like to someone like you.”

Makoto sighed and nodded slowly. “That’s…valid. I have my own standards.”

“We can help.” Futaba interjected. “I have a million organization programs I can set up. Haru probably has a whole army of business suits who keep up her daily schedule or whatever!”

“I know that. I know I can ask for help whenever I need it. I just…” Makoto trailed off.

“You have your own ways to cope.” Haru nodded. “I’m well aware you’ll always be fighting to meet your personal standards. Just…please remember. Everything is different now. You can breathe now. Mako-Chan. Here with all of these new people. We’re free. We’re valued. We get to live however we want. No one here wants to use us like a pawn in a game. None one here will ever call us useless.”

Makoto gasped softly, Haru’s vast brown eyes mirrored in her dark red pupils. With a sad smile Haru wiped away a tear Makoto had not realized she had shed.

“I’m sorry. I’m poking at places that are still tender. I just…we spent so long watching the ones we loved die little by little until all that was left were monsters. We tried hard to be good, understanding, obedient. We worked so hard for just one kind word. I have to remind myself every day it isn’t my fault those words never came. We did everything right. If my father…or your sister never see that. That’s okay now. We do.”

The silence was long as the two seniors hugged one another tightly. Futaba watched silently, head downcast.

“Guys. Makoto. Sorry. I’ve been pushing you really hard to make a decision. It didn’t even hit me why it would look so scary from where you were standing. Of course you’d be hesitating.”

“I just need to do it better than her. I need to show everyone we stay who we are and still succeed. If I’m going to be with you all I have to be my best ever. You’re all so important. I can’t let myself fail the way she did with me. None of you would judge me. I know that. But I would.”

“I know.” Haru whispered. “And some days you’ll succeed. Some days you won’t. And on the days you lose I’ll do my best to remind you I’m still here. The world is still there. We’ll fight again another day.”

Futaba smiled. “And…I’ll try to be less of a brat when you’re agonizing over this stuff.”

“Don’t be too harsh with yourself either, Futaba-Chan. You have your own ways of coping, too.”

“Yeah. Great. Hide in my room, convince myself I killed mom, be terrified of people forever. Great plan. Everyone else here awakened fighting a monster. I woke up because I was a monster and I needed all of you to yank my stupid heart out of the tomb I built around it.” Futaba muttered.

“You’re a little different from the two of us. The ones we loved died a little bit at a time and started calling us monsters for failing them. The one you loved was ripped out of your life. The one who took her away are the ones who said you are the monster. It was beyond cruel.”

“I believed them.” Futaba said simply.

“You were hurt, you were.young, and you were searching for answers. You filled your ears with poison because they knew you were ****. Those people are cowards!” Makoto declared.

“And I’ve been acting like a coward too. I…I can’t just **** you into this if you aren’t ready! I…I’ve only been looking at this from my perspective. You guys have been hurt too.”

“But it’s a different kind of pain, isn’t it?” Haru asked softly. “You cope in your own way. You’ve been the most attached to making this happen because last time you felt this close to anyone they were ripped away in a moment and everyone said it was your felt.”

“I…wow…” Futaba stammered. “I didn’t even realize…but that makes sense. I…Makoto. S-sorry…when she puts it like that…”

"We all have demons we have to fight." Haru said, clutching Futaba and Makoto's hand in each of her own. "This terrible, humiliating day...I've spent countless nights imagining and dreading my fiancee doing things like this to me. And things worse than this. And yet...this past week has been so wonderful! Being made to live out everything I've feared and dreaded...but with the most loathsome part of the nightmare replaced with the most joyous thing. Its been so humiliating. And so wonderful..."

"....What...what's different?" Futaba whispered.

"What's waiting for me at the end of the ordeal, of course." Haru said. "My nightmares ended with a soulless, brutish monster who cared nothing for me or what he was subjecting me to. All he wanted was to crush my body and soul and turn what was left into a obedient, broken puppet to his lusts. He wanted to humiliate me to control me. How I felt, what I wanted, what I experienced in the moment of my humiliation and what happened after it all? He didn't care beyond his own despicable fun. Now that my fears have become my reality what I found waiting at the end...was all of you. My protectors. My liberators. My only real friends...the people I chose to love and who chose to love me. Not because of my father's order or to satisfy some corporate chess game. The phantom thieves are the only ones who wanted me for myself."

"Haru." Makoto whispered, omitting the customary honorific.

"That's...that's sweet." Futaba whispered. "But...its still super embarrassing, you know!"

"Oh yes. More than I could have ever comprehended!" Haru agreed, blushing deep. "But...we're all still here. We've lived out our worst fears and depraved fantasies...we've faced our desires and the desires of the metaverse...and we're all still here. We've all shared the humiliations, and the shame of how intensely arousing and pleasurable it is to experience them one by one! And I love watching you all, your gorgeous naked bodies writhing in pleasure and shame, all my beloved friends reduced to complete sluts despite all our efforts to resist!"

"Y-yeah well....I got off to watching you too, ya know! Checking out my shy, super polite, timid upper classman **** to show off her big round butt and gargantuan bouncy tits in front of me was great!" Futaba snapped.

"Of course, Futaba-chan. I love your body too. So thin and pale and incredibly cute and sexy, especially with those cute glasses and that little choker collar you've recently worn. It looks so cute and erotic when you blush and try to hide it. Just thinking about it makes me want to wrench your hands away and oggling and tease it until you scream." Haru said happily as Futaba blushed.

"O-okay! I surrender! S-stop talking about me!" Futaba faltered.

"But that's the difference, you know. I love your body and you love mine. That's something my fiancee would have had in common. And seeing you all so naked and humiliated feels SO good. But that isn't all I care about. I love the looks on your faces, all of us drowning in shame and desire. I love seeing us all struggle with the sheer overload of emotions! I love watching us all finally love control, I love feeling and watching and coaxing those orgasms that hit us (SO much more intense than anything we've ever felt before!). And I love these little talks, every nerve and feeling and thought so frazzled and overloaded and ****! I love the feel of being naked together with all of you!"

"Haru...I feel that way too!" Makoto stammered. "But...that aside..."

"We'd rather be wearing our clothes right now!" Futaba finished the thought, her face beat red.

"Oh, of course. So would I! But...that isn't something we're allowed to have control over. Not now. Just like so many other things we've suffered...victimizers, criminals, abusive family...we can't be prepared for any of that. Sometimes all we can do is bear the situation, struggle to keep moving, and help each other along the way. This...is an absurd way to confront my fears! But...its so much better than what I was dreading! So much better and so much more humiliating. And that's because of all of you. My ex would never have cared about what we are going through. To him it would have been all about power and control and exploitation. He never would have paused to check in like this. He never would have looked to have a nice, naked free date between us once all this calms down. I never would have imagined something like this would happen or it would have an affect like this! But...I want to keep exploring this. It terrifies me to even think it, but this is a way to confront my fears with all of you! Mock me, laugh at me, shame me! Tear me down just as life can tear any of us down. And then love me, bring me back, remind me I'm still here and life will go on. That's...the sort of lover I want to be. Embrace the sadism of my finacee, and then embrace the love he always mocked and scorned."

Haru hugged the pair of naked teens tightly, then devilishly lowered her hand to squeeze at their tender butt cheeks. The pair gave twin yelps.

"Pleasure and pain. The second thing is something life will give us no matter what. The first is something we can only find if we look for it. The two combined in careful doses from the ones we trust most...it becomes something better and more intense than anything I've ever known. And I want more."

"Okay! Okay! I get it!" Futaba blustered. "Jeez. What with the extended cutscene and exposition dump anyway, Haru-ch....Haru. Y-you know how we felt already."

"But both of you have been unsure. Futa-chan is **** to proceed, Mako-chan is hesitant, and there has been so much tension in the air even putting aside being naked in public. I just wanted to address it now. None of us really know if we can handle a relationship on this scale. I just...wanted to ease that tension a little. Give it a chance to succeed."

Makoto cleared her throat. "Very well. I accept your invitaton, Mrs. Okumura."

"Yes, quite right, quite right, we shall happily join you for noontime tea and pastries. Good show, aye what." Futaba nodded, putting on a posh british accent hijacked from an obscure adventure game she had enjoyed ages ago.

"Excellent. Also, it would have been rude."

"Eh?" The pair said as one.

"With so many worries hanging over us all. It would be rude and brutish of me not to consider your feelings and leave these matters unaddressed. The sort of behavior I despised in my fiancee. I've been fretting all this time one or both of you would abandon our little circle before we...in any case, now that those tensions are eased I would like to request you two formally make up with each other."

Makoto and Futaba glanced at each other.

"...Well, of course. I've had many distractions and concerns beyond...this situation! I didn't consider all your feelings or the implications of what you asked. I'm sorry." Makoto said, grasping Futaba's hand.

"That's...its fine. I'm sorry too. This is...hard. And big and complicated. And there aren't any game guides to get through the dialogue trees." Futaba said, smiling.

"I have no idea what that means but I'm glad we're on good terms again." Makoto said.

"No worries. That's what the dates are for. By the time I'm done all of you uneducated barbarians will have a full vocabulary of all the best gamer slang and you'll never want to talk like normies again." Futaba smiled.

"....Hurray." Makoto deadpanned.

"Thank you." Haru said. "Please keep going."

"Eh?" The pair asked.

"Keep going. You've apologized, but I'd like to be assured you both have fully made up and forgiven each other. And I'd personally like to enjoy a little show. Student Council President Niijiima, would you honor a senior student's request and ride this cute nerdy little freshman so hard she will think her name is Johanna?"

“You want me to what??” Makoto asked.

“I have a very vivid memory of you down in Mementos giving poor Futaba here a hand summoning her Persona.” Haru whispered. “Or more specifically a few fingers.”

“Haru!” Makoto scolded with a blush.

“Oh no spare my virgin ears.” Futaba rolled her eyes. “But yeah…that’s a pretty good memory.”

“Then if you wouldn’t mind…” Haru held up a device.

“What…what is that exactly?” Makoto asked, confused.

“Yeesh Queen. You gotta stop spending so much time student Presidenting and at least try to unwind. There a whole world of porn online your missing out on.” Futaba shook her head.

“I have no interest in such things!!”

“Well, if you did you might know what a strap on is!” Futaba muttered, pausing. “Or sttapless strap on in this case.”

“I…I don’t understand…” Makoto said. “Do you…strap it on…or do you not???”

“……want me to help you put it on?” Futaba asked hungrily.

“Wha…what?” Makoto whispered in bewilderment.

“Here, Queen…allow the master to instruct her pupil on the mysterious ways of girl upon upon…” Futaba whispered, blushing as she took the device from Haru’s offered hand. “See….once long ago, girls discovered that some among them found themselves drawn to girls as others were drawn to men. But the men were equipped with powers the women were not given! So the ancient masters of Lezinese arts crafted a powerful talisman to grant them the powers of man!”

“Futaba….” Makoto sighed in exasperation.

“Oh fine. A strap on is sort of two dildos they jam together so one lady can sex up the other kind of like they have a penor of their own. Usually they have a strap that looks like panties to anchor the one in inside of the girl while she goes to town on the other. But this is a strapless strap on, cause it doesn’t involve using a strap. Same result, but its better because the girl is more naked!”

“But….if it has no strap, then why call it a strapon at all? And…and…how…does it stay on without it?” Makoto said, her indignation at the poor naming conventions trailing off into mortified curiosity as she stared at the instrument.

“I though you’d never ask…” Futaba whispered, a huge perverted smile on her face.

Makoto bushed intensely as she silently followed Futaba’s eager instructions, parting her legs and exposing herself to the freshman. Futaba took her sweet time, humming to herself as if this was some brand new computer she was assembling with an odd looking tool. Slowly she wedged one side of the phallic instrument up inside the student council president, deliberately lingering here and there to probe and jiggle the advice to elicit a moan or gasp from the president before continuing. Occasionally she lightly ran a finger admiringly down the meticulously sculpted abs and flat stomach of her upper classman, admiring the thin and muscled naked body and the erotic image of the strapon pushed up inside her. At last she drew back, looking with satisfaction into the embarrassed gaze of her senior.

“So. Push it up in there and just kind of squeeze down on that part and you be able to keep it anchored nice and tight. Now would we like to know how the other end works?”

Futaba shrieked softly as she was suddenly seized by a blushing Makoto, realizing too late that teasing the frustrated girl had a downside. “Oh, don’t worry. I think I can piece this part together…”

Futaba found herself turned around and pushed against the nearby wall. She gasped as determined hands coaxed her back into an arch with her bottom lewdly presented. Two fingers teasingly probed inside her, sending her flashbacks of the intense and humiliating session the pair shared in Mementos. ‘Except this is twice as embarrassing and a hundred times better’ Futaba thought to herself as the large phallus entered her, pushing itself to the hilt inside her. Pressed fully against her back, Futaba sighed happily against Makoto’s firm and warm body.

“Before I forget…” Haru whispered, carrying something. Before Futaba entirely registered what was happening, she felt a probing finger in her butt smearing something inside, then the shock of a thick plug pushed up into her. The feeling of being full was strange new carnal sensation.

“Wouldn’t want you to feel left out.” Haru said with a smile.

“So do we have a better opinion of fuck buddies now?” Makoto asked.

Futaba had no time to answer. Immediately the bigger and stronger girl began to hammer the gasping freshman with a fast rhythm. Futaba kept her hands pressed against the walls, the rest of her body moving up and down as a fast wave of pleasure washed over her. Makoto bent her knees and pressed her hips forward, causing the younger girl’s butt to slap against her lower stomach and thighs with a drum beat occasionally punctuated by a eager slap from the brunette. Futaba was being lifted slightly now, Queen guiding her whole body into the thrust and driving her all the more insane. The pair felt their orgasm coming on, but in the midst of the pleasurable burst Makoto found herself pressed from behind, pinning her and Futaba gently against the wall.

“Gorgeous. Everything I hoped for.” Haru whispered, as Makoto felt a suspiciously familiar digit probing her back side and smearing something on her intimate place. “You remember all that time I’ve been watching you and Joker, right Mako-chan? And remember that Kasumi was there due to her little crush on Ren-san. And Ren and I of course have yet to truly connect as he has with the rest of you. So while I admire that body of his he was not at all the object of my attention.”

Makoto breathed heavily as she felt a second strapless strapon nosing its way into her nether regions, blushing and gasping as she felt the strange sensation of fullness she had overwhelmed Futaba with moments before. “Who do you believe it was, Mako-chan? Who have I admired so long as a dedicated, hard working and brilliant girl who pushes forward even when suffering the **** of a loved one? Who inspired me to stay strong with her example? Who’s glorious toned body did I stare at through lunch? Who was it who captivated me with the most beautiful and tight ass in this entire school?”

“M-me? Y-you really..liked me..all this time?” Makoto stammered.

“That’s right, Mako-chan. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. It was such sweet **** seeing you so lustful and so happy in Joker’s arms. But then along came little Kasumi, and suddenly this strange little game we’ve all been playing ended when she innocently knocked the board over and changed all the rules. Now everyone wins. All of us have four new lovers to get to know. Kasumi finally gets to be with her senpai and his little harem. And I finally get to claim your ass all for myself.”

Makoto and Futaba screamed at once as Haru resumed the manic pace previously established. Groaning with arousal and embarrassment at the decadent debasement the three girls were sharing the threesome settled into a new erotic dance of thrusts and penetrations.

“This also isn’t fair, you know. This is the least fair part!” Ann ranted softly, whispering in Kasumi’s ear. “All of us, cursed and stuck like this! G-getting turned on being so naked! Blushing so hard from being so humiliated! Its bad enough when Joker teases me alone with this sort of thing! Convincing me to go to the public baths with him! Stealing my clothes! Pressuring me with that whole Yusuke naked portrait thing!! What chance am I supposed to have against the rest of you? Huh? How is that even playing fair? Mrs. Class President who hides that toned, gorgeous, muscled body of a kickboxer behind the bookwormy good girl façade? Or our rich little corporate heiress who always acts so shy and withdrawn in public and never wears anything that isn’t loose and modest and doesn’t expose a bit of that bouncy, drop dead hour glass figure with those amazing bouncing breasts or that round bubble butt! Or our dorky little computer nerd whose hiding that slinky little gamer girl body with her perky little tits and those cute, nerdy glasses! Its not fair! Its not fair! They’re so cute and shy and blush so hard, and they all have those gorgeous amazing bodies that love being touched and played with and…and…”

The blonde girl hissed in consternation. “And you’re the worst of them all, Kasumi-chan. You damned adorable little red headed kouhai! You know you made our hearts melt the first time you muttered your first ‘senpai’! I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you! Shyer than the rest of them put together. Blushing harder than every girl in the school combined, looking like you’ll melt just by saying two words to Joker. And you have the gall…the absolute gall…to have a body like this? Slimmer than little Futaba! More toned and flexible than Makoto-chan! And yet you eat so damned much…and all that fat just has to go straight to that bouncy butt and those amazing breasts! You have no right to have those monsters on such a slender, Olympic level body! It isn’t fair at all!!”

Kasumi grunted and moaned loudly in response, arching her back against the bare white walls of the small clinic, one of her aforementioned breasts bouncing wildly while the other was squeezed roughly in the hand’s of the blonde girl who loomed behind her. Ann’s other hand was pushed up deep inside the red head’s naked pussy, aggressively fingering her clit and pumping in and out of her. Ann’s own breasts slapped out a fast rhythm against the athlete’s slender back, a beat matched pulse by pulse with the pounding of her thighs against Kasumi’s soft butt cheeks. Occasionally an inch or two of large purple vibrator nestled snuggly inside Ann’s pussy and Kasumi’s pert asshole would appear, only to just as suddenly vanish the horny blonde pounded the younger girl enthusiastically in her nether regions.

For a fleeting moment, Kasumi recalled that less than a week ago the pair had barely exchanged more than a few sentences with one another. Then the magical sensation of her posterior being invaded banished all coherent thoughts from her.

“Do you like it, Kasumi-chan? That weird, snug sensation of me inside your gorgeous little ass? Such a strange sensation compared to your cute little pussy, isn’t it? So much more intense and tight! You know it’s the same size as Joker, and yet somehow it feels so much bigger and deeper going into your little back entrance, right? So much more intense and full? You remember back there in Momentos, don’t you? How you all laughed and gawked when I transformed and that tail filled me up? You remember all those spanks you gave me while I tried to run with that monster inside? You do, don’t you?”

“Ann! Senpai! I didn’t laugh! I jus-OHHH! I stared! Yo-you looked so cute! So HOT!” Kasumi stammered.

“Awwww. How sweet! And now its your turn to look cute, Kasumi-chan!”

Somewhere sometime ago, purely by accident and not morbid curiosity (honest!) Kasumi had read that not all women her age enjoyed sex like this. It was a very different sensation, almost alien compared to the love making she had enjoyed with Joker. But some girls did enjoy the feeling, the sensation of being so full and filled up. Ann-senpai, it seemed, was one of those girls. And Kasumi, to her embarrassment, was discovering she was one as well.

“Y-you can’t say that, Senpai! About it being unfair! Not you! Blonde haired! Blue eyed! The body of a super model! But your so shy! You love to flaunt your body, but your so embarrassed of it too! You blush as hard as we do! You love being touched, and you get so embarrassed by it! Seeing you AHHH! Naked! Humiliated! And so horny! Its just as unfair for us as it is for you!!!” Kasumi wailed.

“Maybe! But I don’t care about that part!” Ann declared, shuddering and kissing the red head as the two climaxed hard together.

The pair panted, glowing in the aftermath of their lovemaking, relishing the proximity and the sensation of each other’s heart beats close enough to be felt as easily as their own. Kasumi was fairly certain she would have collapsed entirely if not for the beautiful love goddess pinning her to the wall.

“Another thing.” Ann whispered, more complaints on her list. “Carmen and Cendrillon. Its SO not fair that they get to sit back and laugh. Repeating all these…stupid…pent up feelings. All the humiliations this whole week…all the teasing and the embarrassments from this morning…over and over. No matter how good it feels, no matter how intense it gets touching you…its not fair. Neither of them are satisfied! It feels so good, and all I want is more!”

“I-its worse than that, senpai! I don’t know what trick Mishima-kun is using, but…Cendrillon has a little power, even in this world! Its probably the same for Carmen! Its only a little…but they’ve been healing us and regenerating our wounds this whole time! Th-there should be a limit to…how much we can do this! We should get exhausted…or go numb…or…but with them constantly in the background…”

“We…won’t ever need to stop.” Ann said in realization. “We’ll just…stay like this…embarrassed, naked and horny out of our minds…until they get tired of playing with us! That’s…that’s…”

“Not fair?” Kasumi offered.

“Not! Fair!” Ann agreed, punctuating her words with a couple hard thrusts.

“Do you know what else is unfair? Some of us have been patiently waiting, hoping and hoping one of you would notice! I provided and passed out all the lovely little toys you girls are enjoying using on one another, and yet here I am! The sole unoccupied ass in this room! What did I do to deserve such thoughtless girlfriends?” Haru complained.

Ann and Kasumi stood stock still, the blonde hunched over the red head in complete shock. Then a blush spread across both their face. “Haru-senpai…you don’t mean…”

“Really, Kasumi-chan. All those afternoons we spent together, naked and ogling our respective love interests. Did it never occur to you that I might be admiring the adorable little peeping freshman hiding beside me in my little garden?” Haru asked, smirking from the lewd position she crouched in, cradling the naked body of her fellow senior.

“….I was too busy…admiring my peeping Senpai.” Kasumi said blushing.

Haru smiled as Kasumi blushed, unable to find new words until Ann broke the silence for the pair. Awkwardly shifting her body without dislodging herself from Kasumi’s rear, Ann fished out another toy from Kawakami’s lewd little bag of tricks. Kasumi gasped as she spied yet another strapless strapon in the hands of her senpai.

“E-everyone! I know things have been…**** these past few days. But are you sure…are we sure…” Kasumi stammered, even as she offered no resistance to Ann as she worked the new device into the kouhai’s crotch. “Isn’t this…isn’t this…a little far? Even after everything…?”

“Its lewd! Its beyond obscene! To have a group of highschool girls, completely naked and…and positioned in such a…” Makoto sputtered her agreement.

“I…I mean…you’re the one concerned about schedules and timing and stuff. We all know what we need right now. So taking care of everyone all at once…” Futaba trailed off.

“Even thinking about doing something like this…in the middle of the school where anyone could catch us…” Ann whispered.

“Its beyond depraved. More so than anything else we’ve dared thus far. Certainly far more slutty than anything we’ve been accused of.” Haru agreed.

“A level beyond slutty.” Kasumi lamented softly. “Something only the true queens of the slut would imagine doing…”

The group blushed silently, staring at one another and mourning the loss of their dignity and self-respect. And then, with a thrust and five cries of humiliated excitement, five high school girls became one. In a way it was the final inevitable culmination of all their shared humiliations and unexpected attractions. The delicious sensation of being filled completely on the inside, of pressing and squeezing the warm and soft bodies of her gorgeous female lovers, of moving as one cog in the vast lust machine the Phantom Queens had become, relishing and suffering in the shame and depravity of the sudden orgy, it all felt like the perfect cap on their ordeal, one last indulgence in utter lust and shame before Mishima vanished and the clock was reset.

Flash went the camera.

"Thanks, girls!" The newspaper club president said happily, wagging her camera in front of the faces of the stunned girls, immortalized in a naked kanga line of depravity, their breasts jutting forward with nipples prominently swollen, their shapely butts and hips linked together in shameful lust, all looking wide eyed and stunned. "I've had no idea what picture to use for the front page of this story. But as of now that's no contest! Anyway, sorry to interrupt! I have a story to write! Thanks again for the scandalous easy seller! Bye!!"

"Newsie-chan you get back here right now!!" Kasumi screamed at the empty doorway.