Shuichi needs to clear the air, but he's attacked by someone else first

Shuichi recognized that none of the news circulating around the school about him was going to make his job any easier. The news that he was chasing Kaede in his underwear had gotten to Tenko, Himiko had let something slip about the events at the pool, he'd groped Kurumi in front of several people, and now, Tenko was going to shout to anybody who'd listen about how Shuichi put his face between her legs. Annoyingly, there was one other person who could provide even further evidence against his character if they wanted to: Tsumugi wouldn't be lying if she told everyone that he'd put his hands on her. He had to do some damage control, and fast. The people who remembered him ought to trust him, but there were others he wanted on his side and he imagined that every piece of news that reached their ears pulled them further away from him.

It still remained to be seen if he was the only player Monokuma had introduced a new game to, but whether he was or wasn't, he definitely seemed like the most suspicious person on the campus. Oddly, in this case, he was the detective, but he was also completely in the mastermind's pocket, acting as their hand moving all over the board. As he put up his empty lunch tray and headed back to the courtyard, Shuichi contemplated carefully what he ought to say to the others in order to clear his name...

Those thoughts and all others left his head as unexpected blunt **** connected hard with the back of his skull, knocking his cap off; the hat became a black blur in front of his vision, before spinning across the hallway. He collapsed onto his front, then felt someone securing a sack over his head, blinding his vision. Whoever they were, they were a heck of a lot less noble than Tenko had been in calling him out one-on-one, face-to-face. His vision failed and soon, he blacked out completely.

It had been easy for Shuichi to suspect that he'd never wake up again, after taking that hit. In the Danganronpa game, an attack like that was usually a prelude to ****. In other instances such as this, where a victim was knocked out and simply moved, it meant that something truly convoluted was starting. Shortly after blinking his eyes open, the detective was already back in a cold sweat. The dull throbbing in the back of his head was immense, his vision was completely cut off, and he had the sinking feeling that he was about to be framed for something much worse than the crimes he was already guilty of.

At least it was easy to tell where he'd been taken; the throbbing his head was matched by bass thrumming somewhere else, so loud that it compounded his headache. He'd clearly been brought back to the Bear-It-All.

"Shuichi... You're awake in there, right? I think you've got a boner~"

That voice belonged to Tsumugi Shirogane. To his frustration, Shuichi realized she was right; even with the **** pain in the back of his skull, he'd somehow woken up with an erection. Could this be the result of being stored inside the strip club with the music on? Just how long had he been knocked out, anyway? Depending on the answer to that question, he could already be as good as dead. If he was outside of his bedroom or a designated safe room before the end of the night, the killing game would start over.

"I think it's pretty impressive that you can think about sex in a situation like this," Tsumugi chuckled, unseen. "By the sounds of it, you've been pretty horny lately. It's funny; you didn't seem to have that kind of motivation at all, when I listened to K1-B0 earlier. It's almost like you're a different person than the one he remembers. Sounds like something out of a Danganronpa game, doesn't it?" He could imagine her eyes sparkling behind her oval-frame glasses as she cheered this new development. "Anyway, my motivation hasn't changed: I want to make this the best Danganronpa possible, using all of my power. Whatever's going on here, I can tell you this: a Danganronpa is supposed to be a lot spicier by the second day of involvement. I was really expecting somebody to pop up dead by this point. Seeing as this seems to be a weird case where you know more than me about the game, I thought it'd be a good idea to bring you here for questioning. If anyone gets wise, I think you've done plenty to set yourselves up as an agreeable first victim, as far as most of the others are concerned."

"You've got it all wrong," Shuichi responded as calmly as he could manage, while discretely using his fingers to feel at the bindings around his hands. He'd been tied by a length of rope; a classic subdual method for a killer trained in the classics. "There have been a lot of misunderstandings-"

"I don't actually care if you are or aren't satiating yourself, preying on all of the pretty young ladies around the academy, Shuichi," the girl giggled, sounding amazingly free of malice. "What I want is confirmation that this is part of some new mastermind's game that I've been cut out of. If it is a new game, then there's no worry: all I want to do is enhance the experience! You're either leaving this room as my first victim or with me as an accomplice."

Shuichi couldn't afford to die and he couldn't afford to tell Tsumugi all of the details of the game. Thinking critically, he remembered the exact words written into the Forbidden Actions section of his Monopad / Eropad...

"Shuichi reveals the presence of Erokuma, contact with any mastermind, or the existence of Triggers."

The young man gulped, then, thankful that his face wasn't showing, began to bluff. "Based on what I've learned... I think there may be another game in progress. There have been all of these coincidences. I don't know who's behind them and I don't know how it's happening but... It does feel like I've been made the center of another game, but one with an entirely different purpose," he spoke carefully and quietly. He couldn't talk about Monokuma, nor 'contact with the mastermind,' nor Triggers, but there was nothing forbidding him from suspecting that another game had been set into motion.

"A sex game?" Tsumugi questioned.

"... Possibly," he answered, shifting uncomfortably. There was no hiding his persistent erection in this position. Shortly after admitting that possibility, he jumped, feeling the soft hand of a woman surprisingly clutch the tent pitched at the front of his pants, cupping its palm at the head and the fingers stroking up and down the upper part of the shaft. "Wait, what are you doing?!"

"I said that I was going to make this the best game possible. The idea of a sex game has been pitched a time or two in the past-- people love the erotic almost as much as they love despair. Kind of like a spinoff, you know?" Tsumugi answered, while unzipping his pants. She pinched the zipper delicately between two fingers to create that "springing out" effect of his penis when she finished, the kind you always see in porn, even though Shuichi didn't have the size to go along with such a scene. "I get that. Might keep things fresh! From what I gather, you've been doing quite a lot, but not exactly sealing the deal... You're a virgin through and through. I'll help you along."

For a moment, Shuichi thought he must have his Dirty Talk Trigger activated, but it seemed these words were just coming straight from the source. That madness of hers made it feel as though she'd been hypnotized by something worse than Triggers a long time ago. "What? What are you doing?" he asked again, wincing as he felt his penis bared to the open air; Tsumugi's hands continued, one diving into the hole to grasp his balls while the other worked his shaft. "Y-You knocked me out and brought me here to give me a handjob?!"

"No, you dummy detective. I'm just making sure you're nice and warmed up before we do the real thing. Raw, no condom! That sort of thing's best for ratings."

Shuichi's eyes widened; even the chance of making Tsumugi pregnant and then living with her for an indefinite period of time was way too much. On another note, he still felt nothing less than revulsion for the way Tsumugi had manipulated and killed his friends in the past, and yet... saying that he didn't want to fuck her would be wrong. The way the club had affected him, he felt like breaking out, turning the tables on her, and then fucking her in **** almost seemed natural. It took a lot of willpower not to try to do just that.

With his moral fiber failing him and no physical recourse left to him, Shuichi racked his detective's brain for some way to make hay out of this terrifying situation. Finally, he came up with it.

"... I think we should escalate slowly. For now, would you mind just using your mouth?" A bead of sweat ran from beneath the hood down his neck and onto the crumpled collar of his uniform.

"Why?" The girl had stopped her movements, but he could picture her watching inquisitively while tilting her head to one side and pressing one finger to her lower lip.

"Ratings," Shuichi answered simply but quickly. "Shows like this benefit from a good buildup, right? Yesterday, I groped you. Today, it should be something like a blowjob. That's how it would go in a hentai, right?" The perverse logic was out of his mouth before he could think the better of it.

"Ha ha! It's funny, hearing a straight-laced boy like you admit to a girl that he watches hentai. That means tomorrow we'll do the real thing, then the day after that we'll do anal, right?" Tsumugi chuckled. "But you do have a point. For now, I'll give you the best blowjob, with all of my pride as a Danganronpa producer! This one's for all the fans at home!"

He heard her lick her lips and felt his cock twitching uncontrollably; he winced behind the hood. She wasn't wrong that he was a virgin. Having his first sexual experience taken in this way, bound to a chair by the person he hated most in the world, wasn't something he'd ever imagined could happen to him. The idea revolted him and yet his dick was completely erect, harder than he'd ever felt it become before. The music wouldn't let him calm it and nor would Tsumugi, as she began to kiss the tip with her soft, pale lips. The slight pluck noise when her lips caught his sensitive skin, then pulled back, was sweet and cute, reminding him of the fake personality she'd always put on to hide her maniacal intentions. "This is insane..."

"It's a lot less insane than some of the other things I had in mind, before I woke up without all of my tools. I'm sure it's going to get worse before it gets better~" Tsumugi whispered with a dark sense of humor. The boy failed to suppress a moan; the chair beneath him shifted on the rug as she began to run her tongue up and down the shaft while holding the head in place with one hand. It occurred to him now that the music, which had seemed booming before, was actually coming from beneath them. That must mean they were in the upstairs VIP room that he hadn't had a chance to inspect earlier. That room was a safe room, meaning he could spend the night there and suffer no penalty. That sense of relief, along with the euphoria of feeling his tormentor's new style of torment, had planted a new idea in his mind: being bound up here may actually be a good thing.

"Your reactions are pretty cute, Shuichi," the girl teased him. "I'm really lucky that the target ended up being you. Although, girl on girl might have been nice for some of the fans." With that thought, Tsumugi began to engulf Shuichi's penis with her mouth, moving one hand up to his thigh to steady herself.

The feeling was unreal; Shuichi's eyes widened and a gasp escaped his throat, muffled by the hood around his face, as her lips slurped all the way down to near the base of his cock, then rose slowly back up. His instincts were swirling inside; half of him wanted to beg her to stop, knowing that doing this sort of thing with a villain like her was reprehensible in every sense of the word, while the other told him that, as a man, he had no reason to fight this. After all, this accomplished so much: it put Tsumugi into a no-kill relationship with him. It would fulfill one of the Trigger requirements. Beyond that... it felt fucking amazing.

He felt her head lift up and her lips smack away from his cock for a moment, with strings of precum dribbling between the tip of his penis and Tsumugi's mouth. "I almost want to take that bag off so I can see your face while I do this. Do you think that's enough?" she questioned.

"N-No...!" Shuichi scooted forward in his seat as much as he could manage, surprising himself with his own desperation.

"Hmmm?" she questioned; he could imagine her cupping one hand to her ear and awaiting his response.

"I'm begging you, please! Please let me cum in your mouth!" Shuichi urged her, wiggling back and forth. There was no telling how late it was... If he was tied up here for the rest of the night with just 90 Ero Points, the killing game would start all over again. He had to have this opportunity to shoot down her throat! Of course, if he was being honest with himself, the life-or-**** game was only half the reason he wanted her to continue.

"If you insist!" Mercilessly, the girl's lips wrapped his cock again, then pushed far down onto it, while the moist surface of her tongue lapped against the underside of his shaft. He could hear her laughing around his cock as he moaned with pleasure, thrusting his hips as much as possible while his manhood disappeared inside the former mastermind's mouth. The sloppy blowjob had to be making a mess of both his uniform trousers, his chair, and probably the carpet of the VIP area. Judging by the aroused tone of Tsumugi's voice, she might be working herself over as well... Imagining her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy while she bobbed up and down on his dick was bringing him to climax faster than he intended.

Shuichi howled in shock as his semen began to fire; his shaft was still engulfed by Tsumugi's mouth, meaning that all of it went inside. He grit his teeth, telling himself, "enough's enough, maintain some dignity, dammit," but there was no stopping it. This wasn't like masturbating! Every time he thought he was finished, her lips pursed and dragged against the length of his cock, pulling out a little more and causing his hips to buck and shudder with pleasure. By the time he was finished, he could feel his cock slowly going limp, wet with a mixture of his own semen and the hated criminal's saliva.

"Shuichi?" she spoke around a mouth full of cum. "Do you want me to swallow?"

"No!" he thought to himself, feeling his eyes spinning behind the hood and his lips trembling. His mouth opened, but the word wouldn't come out. "What kind of decent person gets knocked out, tied to a chair, sucked off, then begs his captor to swallow his cum?! What will she think if I tell her I want her to swallow it?!" Even as the words travelled through his head, they were completely ignored. A cold logic told him that he needed this, in order to save everyone. Another, hotter logic told him that he wanted to hear her gulp, to imagine his jizz sliding down her throat. To think that the woman who'd **** all of them if she had the opportunity had been manipulated into sucking on his sperm like a slut had more appeal to him than he dared admit.

"Yes," he finally choked out, barely recognizing his own timid voice.

The response was satisfying; he heard her gulp noisily, with a soft "mmmm" noise as she guzzled his cum. When she was finished, she opened her mouth in a pleasant, steamy "aaaah." Had she really enjoyed it that much, or was this just her acting for the sake of the Danganronpa Sex Game she was imagining? He could picture her newly cleaned tongue sticking out from between her smiling lips; she was making a lewd face as she presented her empty mouth. "Ha ha ha ha! Does that sort of thing turn you on? You really are a hentai guy, huh?" she questioned him, poking his spent dick with her fingernail a few more times to see if he'd get it up for a round two.

He couldn't get it back up. He felt spent, physically and mentally. He ought to have 110 Ero Points now and he'd just had one hell of a sexual experience, but all of it was framed by his hatred against the woman who'd once tried to kill him and all of his friends. That was a hatred he had to hold onto... and yet, he felt it slipping away. More so than Maki or K1-B0, Tsumugi had just become his closest confidant. The fact sickened him... but also aroused him. This seemed like a scenario where Tsumugi would be on-hand to service him sexually by her own volition going forward. A great but terrible outcome.

It was too much to think about right now. He was exhausted and with no further teasing from Tsumugi, the club's music was repetitive and hypnotic. He couldn't even bring himself to beg for her to release him or to try and squirm free himself. With dull eyes and practically drooling, Shuichi collapsed his chin to his chest and slowly fell asleep, regardless of his dick hanging out of his pants.

At some point, his Monopad began buzzing with new notifications, but he was barely aware of it. Any time he began to regain consciousness, he willed himself back to that easy, stupid blackness of the void, where he could sleep and not have to think about this game he was trapped in.