Someone who's out for blood!

Shuichi left the Bear-It-All and headed back out to the courtyard, feeling more himself now that he'd redressed and left the behavior-altering atmosphere of the club. Monokuma's "gift" had proven pretty useful for the sake of clearing missions; without the club to facilitate it, he probably never would have seen a side of Kirumi Tojo that allowed her to perform a lapdance like the one he'd just experienced. On the other hand, he recognized the danger of accepting control over his friends as good or even useful.

With that thought on his mind, Shuichi almost missed an odd addition to the scenery. For just a moment, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if he'd already been presented a new building by the game's organizer; he even pulled out his Monopad to see if he'd received any notifications. Seeing nothing, he came up with a new theory: someone else must be constructing this one on their own. As he got closer, he began to make out the odd construction's purpose: it was the frame of some huge robot, like something out of an anime. All that was there so far was some sort of skeleton, but the fact that the builders had already made so much progress was seriously impressive.

The builders turned out to be Gonta, whose presence explained the quick construction, as well as the Ultimate Astronaut, Kaito Momota. The tall boy's spiked purple hair and strange, pink-purple suit would cause him to stand out in any crowd, if his energetic, egocentric talk about his dreams as the "Luminary of the Stars" didn't already accomplish that. The guy had been a good friend to Maki and himself near the end of the killing game before meeting a tragic fate. Seeing him here, with his arms crossed and a confident grin on his face, gave Shuichi a warmer feeling than anything he'd seen so far.

Although, the look Kaito gave Shuichi when he turned his head, with one eyebrow raised and a dull frown, barely recognizing the approach of a comrade who'd survived several battles together in the killing game, did cause Shuichi's mood to sour a bit. "Hey, you're that Pervert Detective!" Kaito greeted him, causing Shuichi to step backwards in surprise and lose even more of his good humor. "Shuichi, the Pervert Detective!"

"P-Pervert? Why do you think I'm a pervert?" he questioned, looking both ways, as though concerned Monokuma was about to start the killing game at the news that someone had figured out his perverse activities.

"Well, I don't know a lot about it, but I heard someone yelling about killing a pervert detective. That's you, right? No one besides you is a detective."

"True," Shuichi nodded. "I'll have to find this person and ask them to stop slandering me. What are you up to?"

"Oh! Gonta and I are building a new invention to get us out of this place!" Kaito explained, grinning broadly and gesturing with both arms towards the magnificent structure. "I call it: Luminareese Mk. I! I'd have preferred a spaceship, but the blueprints are for a robot, so that's what we're doing. From what I can tell, this baby's capable of leaving and re-entering the atmosphere! Flight, all that shit! With this, we can definitely bust out of this place together!"

This explanation concerned Shuichi for several reasons. "Who gave you the blueprints?" he questioned, lowering his eyebrows critically. When Kaito answered they were simply left in the library where he'd been studying, Shuichi's suspicions darkened. This was clearly somebody's ploy and the fact that he couldn't say whose reminded him of the convoluted methods used by killers in the previous games. These sorts of events always acted as a prelude to ****. The other problem: it showed that Kaito was seriously concerned with leaving the school. "I know none of us like being stuck here, but if we make a robot and start breaking things, there could be trouble."

"Maybe a detective can stay cooped up forever, but I'm the Ultimate Astronaut! I need space!" Kaito shouted back, raising one fist into the air. "Besides, we're all geniuses and tough guys, right? Even you seem like you've got to have a backbone hidden in that scrawny body of yours! Who's gonna punish us for breaking things?" Shuichi wanted to answer that there were people with worse capabilities than Kaito could imagine, but he held the thought to himself. "I'm not losing any sleep over it. If we wreck their stuff, it's their fault for trapping us in this creepy place."

Shuichi warned Kaito one more time to be careful, before leaving the giant mechanical skeleton under construction. It was getting hard to ignore the growling of his stomach...

An odd sense of foreboding came over Shuichi as he placed both hands upon the swinging double doors leading into the cafeteria. When he'd heard someone was calling him "the pervert detective," he was **** to think of the few who might have witnessed him doing anything perverted so far. There was Himiko on the first day... Tsumugi that night... Kirumi on a few occassions... then the witnesses at the strip show. None of them seemed like the type to slander him like that. Whoever it was must have heard secondhand of the experiences from someone else and then decided to take matters into their own hands.

When he finally pushed the doors open and found the cafeteria's sole occupant, standing between him and the lunch-line, the answer proved itself so simple that Shuichi thought it was a failure on his part as a detective not to guess it beforehand. Tenko Chabashira blocked his path, wearing a cross expression with her arms tightly crossed beneath her impressive chest. The girl's black-purple, twin-tailed hair and the big green ribbon she wore in her hair, like an oversized pinwheel, gave her a feminine look that didn't match her martial arts expertise, nor did her usual choice of outfit: a blue sailor skirt, somewhat short-hemmed. Her body was impressive-- toned from martial arts practice, but still with long legs and great womanly features. The only thing that threw off that beauty of hers was her personality, manifesting most notably in her hatred of all men, but also, in her tendency to exclaim, overreact, and generally make herself exhausting to deal with. Under it all was a good person who abhorred killing, but unless you were a woman, she always proved difficult to connect with.

Right now, she was demonstrating her tendency towards over-reaction, facing Shuichi down with a stalwart expression, her legs braced, and her arms slowly uncoiling into a martial arts stance. "Pervert Detective! Now, you face the might of Neo-Aikido! Prepare to answer for all of your crimes up to this point!" she greeted him, slowly closing distance by circling the room towards him. When he stood frozen, not matching her pace, she slapped one fist into her palm threateningly and scowled. "Don't think that I'll mistake your gender, just because you act like a cute girl! You're a degenerate male with a soul as black as your cap! You've been thinking with your boy parts all of this time, but I knew eventually you'd obey your stomach instead."

"W-Wait! Why are you so convinced I'm a pervert?" Shuichi questioned, now matching her circling pattern with both hands raised in a gesture of "stop." He thought he might be able to work his way out of this situation by logical argument, but first, he needed information.

"I've heard from reliable sources that you got handsy with the pure, innocent Himiko by the pool! You were touching her butt while she was dressed in a school swimsuit, weren't you?! To imagine such a thing makes me hot... with anger! Himiko told me all about it-- she put on such a brave face, like she was happy about it or something, but it's obvious that her kind heart can't bring her to ask for righteous vengeance against the perpetrator!" Tenko began her accusations.

Shuichi clicked his teeth. Why would Himiko reveal something like that?! Perhaps she was still thinking of Tenko as a good-hearted person and had forgotten about the girl's tendency to jump to conclusions and respond with ****. "I can explain! Himiko and I were-"

"Ha! Trying to talk your way out of this like the Ultimate Pervert Detective that you are? I won't fall for it!" Tenko laughed, then continued, now closing the distance by stepping forward and backing Shuichi towards the lunch-line. "I've already talked to Kaede too! I saw her walking quickly away from the strip club... You know what she told me already, I'll bet! She saw you touching Kurumi Tojo's breasts and butt! Then, when you spotted her, you chased after her with your degenerate male meat pole standing up inside your boxers! That's the difference between you and me!"

"My... meat pole?" Shuichi questioned, lowering his eyebrows.

"Not just that!" Tenko shouted, raising one fist. "Both of us want to chase after Kaede-- those gorgeous thighs, those lovely breasts-- but only one of us is a **** to his disgusting gender! In the name of women everywhere, I'm going to teach you a harsh lesson!"

"Wait! You're going to kill me?!" Shuichi questioned, already shielding himself with his hands as she began to run forward.

"Neo-Aikido isn't for killing! I'm just going to throw you into the wall so hard that you smash through and fly back out into the courtyard!"

"That'll definitely kill me!" Shuichi gasped, running backwards to hop over the lunch-line for protection. To his horror, he felt his jacket grabbed from behind, then he himself was spun through the air by Tenko's strength. He had to protect himself somehow! With no one else around to intervene, he did the only thing he could think of; desperately, he began to snap his fingers. He couldn't see the flash in Tenko's eyes, but he felt the effects, as suddenly, the swinging stopped, dropping him on his butt in the center of the cafeteria.

Tenko had stopped her pursuit and now crouched low to the ground, placing her hands on her knees and watching him with that same predatory intent. Had the Trigger failed somehow? The girl swept her legs at him, causing him to dive backward for protection. Her next action was even less sensible; while performing a handstand, she made her way towards him, holding her legs into the air. The behavior was still somehow threatening, but it came with a side-effect: her short school skirt fell from its curtain over her panties, and, as such, revealed an unfashionable pair of purple boy-shorts, decorated with a pink flower pattern. It was the kind of underwear that made you want to laugh.

Still, with her legs kicked up in the air, fully on display, and the sense that she didn't have any shame revealing her underwear at all, Shuichi felt himself becoming interested in spite of himself. The modest Tenko would never reveal this to someone on her own power, let alone a degenerate male. "Tenko... what are you doing?" he questioned dumbly.

"I..." Tenko began, then put on a confused frown. "I decided to try a different martial arts style on you, since you're such a weak opponent. This is my modified Neo-Capoeira!" Her movements were a bit like a dance now; as he attempted to dodge, she kept switching between handstands, sweeping her legs, kicking out, and all with no regard to the modesty of her belly-shirt nor her skirt. Just as Shuichi found his eyes wandering a bit too much, the girl swung her legs towards his head, kicking him harshly across the face and sending his cap sailing. Rather than letting him sail away, she ended up wrapping both legs around his head like a vice, then drew him in hard.

Shuichi's eyes bulged as he unexpectedly found his face drawn into the space between her thighs, so that his mouth was pressed against her undercarriage beneath those silly under-shorts and his nose was buried against her pussy. From this position, he wasn't just seeing that private part of her from close range, but also, smelling it. He could smell the unfamiliar scent of a woman's sex, as well as a significant overtone of sweat. Tenko always was a heavy sweater. Beyond that, he couldn't even stop himself from tasting, in this position, the taboo flavor of a woman's sweat-soaked undergarments. The pressure of her strong thighs closed around his cheeks and he found himself slapping her flesh with his palms in a gesture of submission, hoping she'd release the lock before she suffocated him.

She did, but without the victor's grace he'd been hoping for. "P-P-P... Pervert! Pervert detective!" Tenko cried in embarrassment, suddenly releasing him and crawling across the floor backwards on her butt and hands. Her face was flushed red in a mix of anger and humiliation.

"But you're the one who did it!" Shuichi countered, then corrected himself internally. Her combat had turned into a dance when he snapped his fingers, but once that dance turned into something else, there was nothing in the Trigger that prevented her from being embarrassed about it. "Wait, Tenko! Please, just give me some time and you'll see that I'm not a degenerate!"

"After you bury your face in my p-p-p... my lady parts, you try to tell me you're not a perv!? You beat me this time, Shuichi, but this won't be our last encounter! Next time, for the sake of all women, I'm going to bring out the full **** of Neo-Aikido against you!" Tenko cried, holding her skirt down with both hands as she ran out the room.

After releasing a heavy sigh, Shuichi stood back up on wobbly legs. He hadn't managed to explain anything... he'd only made things worse. With Tenko gone, he grabbed himself some cold leftovers, then took a spot by himself at the cafeteria table and pulled out his Monopad. Sure enough, he'd gotten up to 90 Ero Points, with the extra 10 awarded from assigning and using the Trigger against Tenko just now. At this point, he had plenty of time left to try and complete Monosuke's mission, or, he could use one more trigger to finish. It'd make sense not to put things off for too long... any extra time could be used trying to investigate the mystery behind all of this, or even clearing up his good name, which seemed to be ending up sullied despite the so-called Desire Multiplier he'd just earned a short time ago.