Junko knocks at the door

Makoto was laid on top of his bed covers, he frustratedly held his forehead with one hand and the monopad with the other. He let out a groan, opening it to reveal that a lot seemed to have changed...

Current Action Status: Slightly Hormonal (Will update to Perverted in 14 Actions)

• (0) Kyoko Kirigiri - See her bare hands. (Red)
• (1) Sayaka Maizono - Embarrass her in front of someone other than you. (Blue)
• (1) Junko Enoshima - Grope her breasts from inside her shirt. (Red)
• (0) Celestia Ludenberg - Get her to yell at you. (Blue)
• (0) Aoi Asahina - Make it through an entire exercise regimen with her. (Blue)
• (0) Toko Fukawa - Ruin a page of a book she's reading. (Red)
• (0) Chihiro Fujisaki - Get at least three other people to see under their skirt at once. (Blue)

Bonus Objective: Keep Celestia Ludenberg inside of your room the entire night.

Huh? It looked like Sakura had been replaced by Chihiro, his action status was updated, and there was something called a... "bonus objective" about Celestia?

Makoto could interrogate the bear again later. He had unlocked a new trigger with Sayaka, right? Maybe he could use it to... um... help with things, obviously...!

The boy couldn't get the events from her visit out of his mind. Makoto's head was in such a rush... was he delirious? He felt like he was going crazy. Why would he do that to Maizono?!

Even if she did look so amazing... and taste so delicious... and her moans were so cute! "UGH...!" Makoto buried his face in his pillow, trying to stop thinking like that. His crotch felt so sensitive right now. He was of age, maybe he needed to masturbate? It's not like he hadn't before... but even when he got horny, he'd never laid an unaware girl back and done... that...! Makoto wouldn't even dream of it! All of his 'fantasies' were pretty average...

He pulled up the monopad and pulled down his pants, grabbing his cock as he clicked on Sayaka Maizono's profile...

Sayaka Maizono's Triggers:

• Vocal Warm-ups (Active): What's a better way to train your throat than with a cock?! Who needs humming when you have cumming?! Sayaka sure doesn't! Well, she won't, if you mention vocal exercises when she sees your dick! Oh boy~ If you think she works a microphone well, you just wait! Of course, after the dick goes away, she'll just think of it as you helping her with some Ultimate training~ Just make sure not to mention what it entails without the hard-stuff around, stud, or she might have second thoughts...

Makoto found himself hard again in an instant, jerking himself intently while looking between the text and the photo... imagining what her lips would feel like... a-ah! "N...no!!" Makoto dropped the electronic onto the bed and shut his eyes tight. He did it again, without thinking! He just can't help himself...

No! That's Wrong!

He won't give up that easily! He has to keep hope. He can beat Monokuma at this game and keep anyone from dying...!

He pulls up his pants with a newfound determination right as someone knocks on the door- "Um... Helllloooo?? This is, like, Makoto's room, right? It has your picture and stuff..." Gah-! That's right, he made plans with Junko since he needed an excuse for having approached her...

"Coming...!" He put away his e-handbook and mentally prepared himself for talking to someone again. He wasn't going to be a creep. Makoto could handle this... or at least he thought so, up until the moment he swung the door open to see the girl on the other side.

Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista, had clearly felt so uncomfortable in her old clothes that she changed before meeting Makoto. She now stood in front of him in a tiny miniskirt, clearly able to see a peek of her panties even from where he was standing. Her bust was even more open and... was she even wearing a bra?! Makoto felt himself start to inspect for an answer to that question much closer than he should have-

"So, then, are you going to invite me in or what...?" The pair stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Junko spoke up. Despite her gaudy demeanor, she did seem to be a bit nervous as she stood in front of him. Makoto would normally guess it was because of her current outfit but the trigger said that couldn't be it... so what?

Whatever it was, Makoto invited her in hurriedly and closed the door behind her just as fast. If any of his classmates, especially Sayaka, saw her coming into his room dressed like this... Makoto shuddered, this game Monokuma was making him play was just gross, even if it was better than risking ****.

Enoshima sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh and stretch. "Geeeez! What the hell is that hall monitor guy's problem?? Can't a girl dress comfortably after a long day...? He wouldn't leave me alone about 'dress code policy' until I mentioned that Mondo was doing something shady in the kitchen... he wasn't of course, but he doesn't have to know that." Falling back onto his bed, Junko continued to lay her day's stressors on Makoto. Her panties were more than visible to Makoto, who stood with his back against the wall, feeling a restlessness grow in his body. "And what was with that search suggestion...? Am I supposed to find a key to the exit in some pants left in the dryer?"

Makoto dryly swallowed his spit, blinking a few times before moving himself away from standing in an obviously awkward position, "Y...Yeah. I guess everyone's just stressed and thinking a little irrationally..."

"Ugh... well, at least you don't pester me with stupid stuff like that, Makoto." The girl strewn across his bed, crossed her legs, and propped her head on her hands. "You don't see any problem with how the Ultimate Fashionista dresses. Ya know, the girl who knows clothes more than anyone else in this stinkin' school..." Despite the sarcastic tone at the end of her quip, Junko's eyes showed curiosity more than anything else as she peered over at Makoto.

He felt immediately uncomfortable under her gaze. Even though the sight between her legs was mostly blocked now, the damage had already been done. "Yeah~ You don't seem to mind at all... maybe you want to see even more? I didn't know I had such a big fan in my midst..." Junko got up on her hands and knees, crawling toward the edge of his bed to peer closer at Makoto. "Mmm... you know the rules and all, no touching me... but I don't see why I can't relieve some stress with a friend..."

W-what? Makoto felt his crotch stiffen at the thought. Masturbating with a model?! But wait... how did this make any sense with her trigger...?

Junko's hand drifted over her shirt, tugging it down even further. She was definitely not wearing a bra. "Come on~ I'll show off if you will..." And with a single sentence, Makoto had decided he would ask questions later.

"I...if you're sure, Enoshima... I'm not sure if I'm all that impressive though..." Makoto carefully dropped his pants as he sat down next to Junko on his bed. Once again, despite her aura of confidence, Junko still seemed really nervous to be doing this. "...what...? Ah- I mean... I wouldn't say you have a model bod... but your... um... penis could... definitely land you in a few magazine shoots..."

Er... what kind of magazine is Junko talking about...? Makoto still couldn't help but blush at the compliment and he stared at her as she popped off a few more buttons off of her shirt. Junko tugged her skirt up as she buried her hand further down. "Well... I'm sure you get this a lot as a fashion icon and all but... wow~ You're absolutely beautiful..."

"Pfft... you're probably the only guy to see me like this and react with such a wholesome compliment. I'd usually have to cut the guy's hand off by now, if they hadn't already tried to grab my ass beforehand... creeps..." Makoto was reminded to keep his hand to himself- Although he had to wonder where she had been to get into a situation like that so often for it to become commonplace... The fashion industry sounded horrifying.

He felt his girth grow as he slid his hand up and down his cock, a haze of the horniness he had tried to hold back now blowing over his mind. He caught himself almost drooling at least twice now. Junko didn't seem to be handling much better though, as her breathing was clearly heavy, a flush brushed ever so slightly over her face as she pushed her hand into her pussy. Makoto could see her panties growing more and more wet as she played with her tits more and more roughly. Makoto did the same, jacking off faster as pre built up on his tip and began dribbling down the side.

"Mnnn...~ It's been forever since I got off like this! I've been so busy prepping for this school I barely had any alone time... I'm guessing you're pretty built up too. Or do I just turn you on that much...? So vigorous..." As much as Makoto loved the rest of her body, he kept being drawn back to her face... her pale skin dotted with freckles... her purple-gray eyes seemed to burn through him as she panted, letting out little moans...

The two of them kept eye contact as they rubbed themselves off, stuck in a perverted heat neither wanted to pry away from. Junko eventually slid her panties further down, as if to signal she was about ready to climax. This was good, because Makoto didn't know how much longer he could last either- And the sight of her dripping, quivering pussy over the sheets he'd be sleeping in made that time-frame much smaller.

Makoto felt himself tense up and explode, cum shooting out of his aching dick. A sense of relief washed over him, and, as if on cue, Junko climaxed in turn. Her juices squirting right out of her and stretching a fair bit out onto the floor in front of her. Makoto realized he would have a bit of cleaning to do before he could rest, but collapsed back onto his bed anyways. A wave of realization crashing onto him right as the relief subsided.

What the hell did he just do-?! Junko clearly isn't in her right mind either, right? Wasn't this just as bad as what he just did to Sayaka...?! Still... he actually felt better... that relentless horniness from before was gone.

And Junko certainly didn't seem unhappy... she actually seemed to take his lying down as an invitation to relax herself, instead of a mini freak out, as she turned to him with a calm smile on her face. "Yawwwwnnn... Wow~ I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky Student? Rubbing yourself off with a beautiful girl on your first week here! ...and you weren't too bad yourself..."

"...thanks Junko... I really needed that; I think... I've had a lot on my mind today." He turned to her as well, trying to look as calm as she did.

"Yeah? Well... you seem like a decent guy... and it'd be helpful to have allies in a killing game like this. Maybe you could talk to me about whatever's bothering you...? I mean, I'd like to hang out and do this again sometime, if you would. Especially if the rest of those guys are half as prude-ish as Kiyotaka." She flashed him her signature wide-grin, seemingly returning to how she was acting beforehand with incredible casualness.

Makoto gently smiled back, "Yeah... next time. It's just taking some time to get used to this situation..."

"Well, I don't think we're supposed to get used to it... just promise me you aren't thinking of killing anybody, especially me!" Junko played it off as a joke, but Makoto gave her a serious nod anyway. The last thing on his mind was BEING the killer in this school, he would do whatever it took to stop it!

...before too long, Makoto was waving goodbye to Junko, in a way that was much more casual than when he welcomed her in. Maybe he really was making friends here...? "Just don't, like, scoop my fluids up and keep them like some sort of weirdo, okay?" Makoto hadn't even thought of doing that beforehand and prayed that if that wave of horniness came back it wouldn't make him even consider doing that.

With an exhausted yawn, Makoto shut his door tight and turned to his bed. Just then, the nighttime announcement went off on the monitor, though he was far too tired to pay attention to the animal speaking on it. Everyone was probably in or going to their rooms now... Makoto supposed he should clean up the mess in his room and head to sleep, he had a long day tomorrow too, after all.