Ramp it up

The next morning, Makoto decided on his plan. Keeping at the rate he was going, it would take at least fourteen days. In two weeks, whoever Monokuma's mole was could make things impossible to continue. At least he was finally not achingly hard. He decided he'd finish Sakura's first before anyone else. Keeping things even would be much easier to manage. He took in a deep breath and headed for the dining room. He was thankful to see Celeste was wearing clothes again, though Kyoko was turning out the pockets of an ashamed Taka.

"I was unaware my shirt was contraband! I-I apologize!"

"Grr... what's gotten into her?" Aoi mumbled to herself. "I haven't forgiven you either Makoto."

"Jeez, what'd you do to Hina, man...?" Leon asked with a laugh.

He shrugged, knowing full well what he did to her. "Dunno... Hey, Sakura, do you mind if I ask you something?"

The muscular woman tilted her head. "If it's to participate in a gamble like with Celeste yesterday, I would decline."

"No, no... I just... wanted to do an arm wrestle."

"You want to arm wrestle?" She flicked her eyes up and down. "No."

"What, why not?"

"You're too weak. There's no purpose in it."

"B-But... um, humour me?"

"Do you wish to lose?" Suddenly she slammed her elbow down. "If you understand that, I don't see an issue."

"Alright, here goes..." Makoto clutched her hand and-- "Agh!" He was all but thrown across the room.

"Action Successful. Active Trigger Unlocked: Bodyguard. Clean-up Time: One Minute."

He couldn't move, spending the whole clean-up heaving on the ground. It came to an end while he was still stunned. "Makoto, dude! Are you okay?" Leon rushed over with a few others. Slowly Makoto cracked his eyes open.

"Why would you do that?" Sayaka frowned. "D-Did you break a bone?" He found himself looking up at her as she stood over him. Right up her skirt. "Action Successful. Active Trigger Unlocked: Contractor. Clean-up Time: Five Minutes."

"Ough... that was... an accident." He moaned, taking another minute to recover. "Crap, I didn't mean to... well, it's fine." Slowly he pulled out his monopad, opening up the new pages.

Sakura Ogami's Trigger

Bodyguard (Active): When asked, she will stand as your body's guard.

Sayaka Maizono's Trigger

• Psychic (Active): If directly asked, Sayaka will tell you everything on her mind.
• Contractor (Active): If told a paper is her new contract, she will follow any instructions on it.

Those weren't the worst possible triggers. Having Sakura as a bodyguard would be beneficial. Sayaka's seemed easily avoidable, and useful if he had to do something. After noticing the link, he tapped on 'body's,' and then on 'contract.'

(Bonus!) Learn why Chihiro isn't included for a reward!

(Bonus!) Learn where Makoto's sister is for a reward!

"Huh? Komaru?" He tilted his head. "Wait... these don't involve the girl they were unlocked with. Does that mean...?" Maybe Toko's and Aoi's weren't related to them either. That might make things a bit easier. He scratched his chin, opening the full updated actions list.

Current Action Status: Perverted (Will update to Creep in 11 Actions)

• (2/5) Kyoko Kirigiri - Get her to take off her gloves. (Blue)
• (2/5) Sayaka Maizono - Steal a pair of her panties (Blue)
• (1/5) Junko Enoshima - Have her catch you without underwear (Red)
• (1/5) Celestia Ludenberg - Spend the night in her room. (Red)
• (1/5) Aoi Asahina - See her completely naked. (Red)
• (1/5) Toko Fukawa - Keep skin-to-skin contact for ten seconds. (Blue)
• (1/5) Sakura Ogami - Enter the girl's locker room with her in there. (Blue)

Well, trying to get into the locker room with Sakura is a **** sentence, and stealing Sayaka's panties would be difficult. He didn't have a lot of time to plan as the clean-up period quickly ended. "H-Here, let me get you to the nurse's."

"I have his other arm," Junko said, lifting him with surprising ease.

"Guys, I... I'm alright." He mumbled. It didn't deter them as they marched to the doors.

"Hold it! Yeah, that means you no-ass, fat-ass and middle-ass." A squeaky voice halted the trio. Makoto wasn't sure who was who in his jeer. "It just seems important to let ya know somebody levelled up again!"

"We have a new floor?" Kyoko asked, finally letting Taka go. "Alright. You two take care of Makoto. The rest of us will investigate."

"Understood." Sayaka nodded, marching him to the nurseless office.

Junko rolled her eyes. "Why would you challenge Sakura to an arm wrestle? Even I wouldn't and I... never mind."

"Ugh, I don't know." He groaned, rubbing his still-sore arm. "Why would you drop your underwear in the middle of the dining hall?"

"Tch, whatever." She tried to seem like she didn't care but a blush tinted her freckled cheeks. "Are you fine in here, girlie?"

"Girlie?" Sayaka looked confused. "I guess I'm girlie, but you're a fashionista."

"I, uh... yeah I guess I... am girlie too." It looked like admitting that pained her and she quickly left.

She just giggled. "What was that about?"

"I dunno..." He shrugged. "Um, we went to the same middle school, right?"

"Black Root!" She giggled. "Yep, why?"

"I know we didn't really talk, but... um, did you ever meet my sister?"

"Sister? Hm... no I don't think so. I'd recognize your dumb hair on anyone. Why?"

"Oh, well, um... she's just a big fan." He **** a grin.

Sayaka took his hand. "Well, when we get out of here, you gotta introduce us. Um, we always have room for a backup dancer."

"Oh, she sucks at dancing. But, I think she'd appreciate that." He sighed. "Um, hey do you have a pen? And some paper?" She shook her head, but glanced around, grabbing a paper and a pencil off the desk. "Thanks, um... don't peek." She raised an eyebrow but spun around and he pressed the lead to the paper. He started with crudely writing contract on the top, followed by a new order. You don't have to wear super tight bras anymore, and you can have a boyfriend. It was the least he could do for her. He placed it down in front of her. "Okay, here you go."

"Hm? Oh, wow! My new contract came in!" She immediately reached under her shirt and dropped a pink, frilly bra from underneath. It looked small enough to be a training bra. Even as a guy he winced in sympathy pain. "Oh wow... that feels so much better."

"Huh, um... are you gonna put another one on?"

"No way. All I have are the same size. I'm never doing that to myself again."

"Maybe you could ask Junko to borrow some, she's not using them..." He looked a little closer. "Er, maybe Kyoko is a bit closer."

"Oh, have you been looking?" She gave a sly grin. "Well, what if I told you I was... happy without one?"

"I-I, um..."

"What if I... was happy without this?" She lifted her shirt over her chest, baring herself. Before he could say anything, she shoved him back on the medical bed and climbed over top. "What about you...? Do you want to wear anything?"

She positioned herself right over his crotch, grinding against the tent in his pants. "I, um... yes that sounds..."

"Hey, Makoto... fuck me."

"Okay." He reached down, rubbing her thighs. She started to unbutton his pants. His penis flipped out, eager for the action. "Okay, let's just--"

"Jesus fucking Christ."

"Eeeeee!" Sayaka flung herself off him, clutching her chest.

Mondo rolled his eyes. "Seriously, in the fuckin' nurse's room? That's unsanitary, y'know. You have dorms, why in public?"

"I-I-I wasn't, um..." She grabbed her shirt, pulling it on nervously. "S-Sorry..."

"Sayaka, wait!" He shouted, but she dashed past Mondo. "Um... s-sorry about that, man."

"You've got a finger around every chick here, dude. It's like magic. Don't waste it." He chuckled. "And put your fucking dick away, Makoto."