Miu's preparations

Shuichi was right to be worried. The worst part about trying to allocate his time inside the rebuild academy was that he was surrounded by others with their own motivations and strong personalities to go with those. He'd have to be a complete fool to expect that Miu Iruma would sit on her hands and let all of the school's mysteries happen around her without taking action. The inventor's bizarre brand of genius spilled over into her weird inventions, her fits of masochism, and also, her wild, inconsiderate behavior. These same traits spoiled her otherwise doll-like good looks. Her platinum blond hair, pretty pink skirt, and eye-catching figure-- with the largest bust in a school full of busty girls-- all ran counter to the crazed look on her face and the strange metal bracers she wore all over her body.

Right now, Shuichi couldn't actually see any of those details. The figure that she was so rightly proud of was completely hidden right now, with metal plates covering her entire body to the point that she herself appeared to be a robot. The only way the detective managed to identify her as Miu was through the help of his Monopad and the presence of K1-B0 lying on a metal slab further into the laboratory, seemingly stripped down to a strange, overly flashy set of briefs consisting of a metal plate over the groin and red sides that clashed with the paleness of his body. Shuichi flinched reflexively at the sight, feeling as though he was surely walking into another erotic trap set by the mastermind. He was also amazed to find that he was capable of getting the first comment out in this situation, facing down the egotistic Ultimate Inventor. "Wh-Why are you wearing that armor, Miu?" he asked, falling to inquisition as his natural reflex over fight or flight.

"This? Heh heh heh! Just that lame reaction of yours shows you came here with dirty fucking thoughts on your mind! Not that I blame ya, but the fact that you hit all those flatties before me is insulting!" Miu's voice laughed from inside the barrel-like metal helmet surrounding her head. Her entire body was encased that way, to the point that it was surprising she was even capable of motion. "Came here to make me another target, didn't ya? I'm not that easy! A goddess has to have standards!"

Shuichi lowered his eyebrows, feeling irritated by the further accusations that he was the perpetrator in the strange events surrounding the school, rather than a pawn in their schemes. Beyond that, he felt confusion. "You've been tracking the events across the school, Miu? I was under the impression you hadn't been mingling with the others much," Shuichi commented, trying to be as vague as possible in order to avoid letting on that he had a way of tracking people.

"You're right about that! I've got no interest in those dumbasses. This guy, on the other hand... when he got up on the stage and started talking about some kinda alternate reality, that really got my attention! While all the other jackoffs jacked off, I **** this guy and started doing experiments in my lab here. He's not exactly my level of tech, but he's stuffed to the nads with all kinds of radio and surveillance technology!" the armored woman guffawed, seeming more familiar the more she talked.

"Really?" It occurred to Shuichi that in the other game, Miu may have never had a chance to examine K1-B0 uninhibited. If she had, would she have noticed the weapons systems he busted out during the final stages? Regardless, he'd known that K1-B0 had some sort of radio transmittal technology, based on the messages he received throughout the game, but he had no idea it was something that Miu could tap into.

"Starting to sweat, huh?! I can't keep track of everything you're up to, but what I can see is that you're always runnin' around alone, then leaving a mess behind you! I'm a genius, but I wouldn't have to be to see you're shady as fuck! Ha ha heh heh heh!" Miu cackled, nearly spitting with laughter. "I knew you'd come for me sooner or later, so I devised this: shielding armor that makes me completely invulnerable to any kind of weapon! The stuff blocks radio signals and shit too. Whatever you were planning, there's not a chance it's gonna work now! You look like a scrawny shit, too, so I'm gonna power up K1-B0 here to detain you by himself."

"You don't have some kind of gadget to do that?" Shuichi asked.

"... I can't really move my arms too much in this get-up, okay?! Every genius invention has a weakness or two!" Miu snapped back. "Focus on your problems, not mine!"

She had a point. Shuichi could run for it, but it sounded like Miu knew enough about his role in the mastermind's plot to make things extremely uncomfortable for him, even if he managed to escape. If anything, he needed a way to detain her for a while rather than the other way around, so that he could find a way to calm her down. "How are you controlling K1-B0, exactly?" His intentions were half stalling, half genuine curiosity, but it remained to be seen if Miu would actually be arrogant enough to reveal that information.

He ought to have guessed that Miu would want to gloat about every specific detail of her invention. "Heh! This armor does more than just protect me from anything you might do to me. This helmet also allows me to control K1-B0 remotely! It's a little iffy-- as evidenced by the fact that he's still lying around on his ass-- but I'm completely impregnable in this get-up!"

"... Y-You mean your defense is impregnable. No one is trying to ... Nevermind," Shuichi grumbled, while the pieces of the puzzle settled into place. If the helmet was what she needed to control K1-B0, he just had to take care of it. He doubted it would be as simple as running up and yanking it up and off. The armor was lacking in a lot of ways, but it did have one thing going for it: it looked terribly difficult to remove. "Is there a trigger that helps in this situation? I've assigned so many of them by now and I haven't unlocked the conditions to pick a new target for most of them yet. I've got to put that on the 'to-do list,' if only to account for my own safety in situations like this," he thought to himself, while clenching his teeth and his fists.

"Ugh, you're doing that detective thing where you try to figure out how to solve an unsolvable problem, ain't ya? That kind of thinking is only accessible to geniuses like me!" Miu sighed, shaking her head as much as she could manage in the strange bucket of a helmet.

Seeing that the danger was rather slow coming, Shuichi pulled out his Monopad to look for answers. The right one jumped out at him so readily, he felt stupid for forgetting it for this long! "Miu... Take that!" he cried, swiping one arm forward and pointing his finger with a dramatic expression. In the heat of a class trial, this sort of gesture would be a cool thing to do, but in a situation like this where he hadn't even presented any evidence, he sort of felt like a poser.

To his surprise, Miu seemed to jump in place and recoil slightly in her armor. "Heeeiii! T-Take what? Take it where?!" she shouted in alarm. He remembered that she did sometimes display this timid side that seemed counter to the rest of her personality. Calling it "timid" was actually being pretty generous... she sometimes seemed to overheat and turn into a quivering, masochistic wreck. This time around, he couldn't see if there'd been any flash in her eyes... Was she going to follow through with the command? He held his breath for a moment, until finally, she began to remove the armor, releasing what looked like some kind of vacuum-sealed gas from inside around the armor's edge before plopping it off, thanks to the Take That (Off!) trigger...

One glove fell to the floor of the laboratory, revealing a feminine hand underneath. The rest of her body was still fully armored.

"She gets to pick what to take off!" Shuichi thought to himself with a grimace, unable to stop the frustration from showing on his face. Still, he had more bullets in his metaphorical revolver! "Take that! Take that!" the boy shouted recklessly, chopping his pointing finger up and down in a tomahawk motion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Miu asked, now sounding more annoyed than timid as she released more and more of her armor. The pieces noisily clanked down all around her, until her usual form was exposed, with its familiar pink blazer, overly short skirt, and tall, gray boots. The helmet still sat upon her shoulders-- the final piece!

Eagerly, Shuichi shot his hand forward one more time. "Nevermind that! I-I mean, uh, take that!" he corrected himself. She didn't have any more decoy pieces of armor! She'd be **** to take off the helmet now! With this thought in his mind, Shuichi gulped nervously, as her hands raised from her sides. His brain couldn't quite process what was happening, as her fingers removed the bow at the tip of her sailor suit top and then began to unlink the buckles of the bondage bracer around her upper body. Next, they loosened up each of the blazer's buttons. "Oh no..."

Miu shrugged her shoulders out from her unbuttoned top and threw it down onto the floor with the rest of her armor, as her breasts, clad only in a black lace bra and covered in sweat from the hotbox of an armor set she'd put on, swayed in the open air. The size of them was so impressive, Shuichi momentarily felt himself wondering if the armor had needed that barrel shape just to contain them. "What are you staring at, creep?! Is it that weird for an inventor to take her shirt off in her own lab? That armor's hot as shit!" Her voice reverberated out of the helmet, the one remaining piece of her unusual get-up.

Shuichi knew he couldn't stop here. Plus, eventually, her defense mechanism would kick in. There was still some rationality in her decisions. At some point, her desire to wear the helmet would lose out to her modesty... maybe? "Take that! Take that! Take that!"

The results were not encouraging. Shuichi found himself staring anyway, unable to look away, as Miu whipped her belt out from around her waist, then shoved her skirt down around her legs. She sat down on the floor of her laboratory and began to pull her boots off, undoing ludicrous numbers of straps to do so. "Jesus fuck, it's hot in all this! I'm sweating like a pig..." she sighed, as she pulled her stocking feet from each boot, then began to strip those off until she could wiggle her toes. She wasn't kidding; her whole body was drenched by her own perspiration. "Ah, that's better! I'm lighter too, now. Easier to chase you down if you try to run away like a coward!" Her whole body was on display now, save for just the parts covered by that black bra and panty set, as she looked up at him from seated position.

The boy's hand trembled as he pointed his finger forward again. "Take that... And that...!"

The bra came first, unhooked from the back. Miu removed it slowly, then crossed one arm in front of her chest, doing her best to hide the pink nipples at the tip of each massive mound. The air in the laboratory wasn't cold at all, but it seemed like they might be a bit aroused regardless. Heedless of her own actions, she then began to squirm out of the panties, using one leg to slide them down side by side until she could pull her legs free. With that hand, she covered up her slit, then wriggled that garment off. The inventor was now completely nude, seated on the floor of her lab with only her hands for modesty. "It's actually most comfortable working like this. But I wouldn't expect a dipshit like you to know about that!" Miu laughed, as though she were still perfectly in control of the situation. The mind-altering effects of the Trigger wouldn't allow her to question anything too deeply, at least not quickly.

Shuichi issued the order one more time.

With an anticlimactic finish, Miu squeezed her legs together for some semblance of modesty, although he could still see a bit of her blond pubic hair-- trimmed into a slutty heart shape-- as she uncovered and placed both hands upon her helmet. Her nipples were completely uncovered, drawing his eyes, as she lifted the helmet from her head and held it between her legs, uncomprehending of her reasoning for doing so. Now revealed, her blond, voluminous hair was matted all around her with sweat. Her eyes looked crazy; the blue light that flashed in everyone else's pupils was flickering in hers like a broken bulb, perhaps from how much he'd overused the Trigger. The thought filled him with guilt; it was reckless to use the power that much without confirming what kind of effect it would have on a person. "You finally shut up, huh, dickhead? If you don't have any moves, you should surrender a hell of a lot earlier. Wasting my time..."

He couldn't help but ask: "How are you planning to beat me now? You took off the helmet..."

Miu blinked a few times with an uncomprehending frown, then lowered her eyebrows. "I... Uh... I just decided I don't need it to beat you... I was frying in there, remember? I-I said that! I couldn't keep wearing it!" It sounded like her brain was struggling to come up with reasons to explain why she'd strip nude in front of a perverted stranger, losing the advantage of her trap in the process. "Now just uh... Go lie down on one of the slabs over there! I'll get dressed and then I'll... I'll cook your brain with a laser or something!"

Her senses had left her completely. Part of Shuichi was relieved to be free of danger, but another part of him felt massively uneasy at seeing what his Triggers were capable of. Worst of all, he realized he'd just gotten past phase 1 of the boss battle. The harder part-- phase 2-- was finding some way to smooth over this obviously perverted situation, which was just another in an increasingly suspicious laundry list of many such. "Miu, I need you to relax. I just used... psychology... to persuade you to take your armor off so we could talk this out. I needed to see--!"

"See my tits!? You just used a fucking mentalist mind trick to make me take off all of my clothes!" Miu shouted, now huddling around the helmet as though there was any way it would hide both her lower body and upper at the same time. "Heeeiiii! Wh-What are you going to do now?! A-Are you going to hypnotize me into some kind of fuck toy and screw me in my own laboratory? I'm a genius... I can't be reduced to some shitty virgin's onahole...!" she whimpered, on the verge of tears as she backed up further across the floor. "I'll do anything! How about it?! I-I'll suck you off! Deep-throat and everything! Just don't fuck with my head any more! I can't lose my genius brain!"

Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and self-loathing. Miu hadn't puzzled out that this had anything to do with a mastermind or Triggers, but she'd somehow made the leap from his weak explanation of psychology into full blown mind control. She wasn't too far off the mark. Her having that idea was extremely dangerous; if it got spread around or dissected too carefully, it would not just make his own life uncomfortable from losing everyone's trust... It could mean the **** of everyone at the school through the resuming of the killing game, if anyone figured out the reason he'd gained such capabilities. He squinted open his eyes and glared at his Monopad, as though blaming it for everything that had happened so far.

... And yet, he had to rely on it again right this very moment. With his brow knit in frustration, Shuichi swiped his fingers across the pad's interface and assigned Miu to the Mono-Max Security Prison.

With amazing speed, the floor tiles opened up, revealing no less than four oddly shaped Monokumas, with bowling-pin shaped bodies and long, tube-like arms ending in articulate gloves, each of which grabbed hold of one of Miu's limbs. The limbs were then yanked to each side, forcing her to drop the helmet and revealing more than Shuichi had hoped to see of her bare pussy. He noted that the whole situation had gotten her pretty wet... she did seem like the type who always seemed just on the verge of pissing themselves when they were excited, though thankfully, it hadn't gotten that far. "Hey! What the fuck!? What-?!" she shrieked, growing even more red-faced as Shuichi watched, helpless against his own powers. She wouldn't stay exposed for long. The robots dragged her below the floor with amazing speed. "You shitty virgin weirdoooooooo!" The Ultimate Inventor's voice echoed into the darkness.

Shuichi found himself in the bizarre state of sporting a boner and wanting to vomit at the same time. Seeing Miu rendered ineffectual and pleading like that didn't turn him on, but how could he deny what seeing a body like hers did to him? On the other hand, he felt more than ever like he'd just carried out one of Monokuma's executions. The sensation was sickening... He seriously expected Monokuma to show up and start patting him on the back now.

He spared a quick look to K1-B0, half naked on the metal slab, then quietly apologized, talking out loud to gather his thoughts. "I don't have time to figure out how to reactivate him right now... K1-B0 should be safe now anyways, since I have this helmet now. I'll hide it somewhere. The main thing is what to do with Miu. Just holding her there isn't enough. I have to strike some kind of deal with her that'll allow me to release her without spreading news all over the school..."

He was too smart to fool himself into thinking that was how it would go down. The Mono-Max was tailor made for resolving this problem. The only question now was how much he'd allow himself to lean into the role...