Role Reversals

“This can’t be happening! This just can’t be-“ Mishima repeated breathlessly.

“S-senpai! S-stay calm! I-I know this is embarrassing! B-but we’ll find a way out of this situation. We just have to…” Kasumi whispered breathlessly, trying desperately to calm the agitated naked boy whose body she currently found her equally nude body pressed up against in the confining space of a school locker. Of course, her words were attempting to soothe her own erratic feelings of humiliation and excitement, finding herself pressed so intimately against the boy who was technically responsible for the series of naked humiliations she had endured over the last week.

“This can’t be real! This can’t be happening! We have to-“ Mishima continued to babble.

“SENPAI!” Kasumi snapped, shifting her body in the confined space (an awkward but far from difficult task for her lithe, Olympiad trained body) to press her beautiful breasts firmly into his face. She blushed a moment later, realizing with no small amount of embarrassment that her first instinct had been to do something so lewd and shameful to shut the older boy up! The ogre was right. Mishima’s darker half really had trained her well.

“I need you to listen to me…” She whispered, stifling a moan of pleasure and shame as she shifted her body so that one of her breasts and its erect nipple were firmly lodged in Mishima’s mouth, effectively gagging him. “I know this is embarrassing for you. Believe me, I’m feeling humiliated too! But having a panic attack won’t help either of us get out of here. I need you to just calm down a little, breath, and try to be rational. Can you do that for me?”

Kasumi blushed as Mishima paused and slowly nodded. He took a few deep breathes through his nose, all the while sucking softly on the red heads nipples, sending a thrill of delight and humiliation through poor Kasumi. After a moment, she 'released' the older boy, studiously ignoring her desire to wail in agonized humiliation or obey the demands of her libido and beg her unexpected cellmate to continue suckling on her sensitive places.

"S...sorry, Yoshizawa. I'm...better. This is just so...I can't believe they would go this far. And they even dragged you into this. This is terrible. I'm so sorry." Mishima muttered.

"Why are you apologizing, Mishima-kun?" Kasumi asked, a hint of iron in her voice.

"Th-The situation. This is so humiliating. I'm just sorry this is happ-"

"Mishima-kun. Senpai. I need you to be completely honest with me right now. I need you to promise to tell me the truth. You'll do that for me, right? " Kasumi asked.

"I...yes. Of course, Yoshizawa-san. Ask me anything."

"Are you involved with those people? Did you have anything...anything at all...to do with that gang of bullies?" Kasumi asked, her eyes peering intently at the blue haired boy in the darkness of the locker.

"Wha...Yoshizawa...no. I swear. The only association I've ever had with those people was to try to stop their bullying or being targetted by them. "

"Okay." Kasumi whispered. "I'm going to believe that, Mishima-kun. I'm going to trust your telling me the truth right now. Don't...don't betray that trust. I could never forgive you if you had any knowing involvement with this."

His unknowing involvement was hard enough to overlook. Already this triangle of associations between her and the split psyches of Mishima's mind was a complicated knot of emotions Kasumi could barely untangle. The Metaverse made life infuriatingly complicated. How had her senpai dealt with it for half a year without going completely insane?

"I don't...I don't understand...but thank you. I had nothing to do with those people. I'm sorry I didn't do anything before. I should have..."

"Don't apologize. I think we were both a little distracted by at the time..."

"What do you...oh! N-No! Kasumi-chan, I didn't look I swear!"

“Senpai…” Kasumi hissed. “You told me you would be honest with me.”

“I-I am! I didn’t see anything! I wasn’t looking at all!” Mishima stuttered.

“You were staring right at me. You were memorizing every inch of my body!” Kasumi insisted, bristling in growing irritation.

“N-no! I looked away. I would never do-“

“You would never what? Stare at a naked school girl? Just be honest! I already know what kind of person you are, Mishima-kun. Ren-senpai has told me stories. You’re a shy, nerdy little perverted who obsesses over the phantom thieves! Like Futaba-chan, except she doesn’t deny how demented and kinky she is! You obsess over girls like all the boys in this school. You call Maid hotlines and set up blind dates through your phansite. And the whole time you always pretend its all for research or the sake of the phantom thieves! Just be honest and admit it!”

“Kasumi-san, I swear, the thought never even-“

Mishima gasped as Kasumi adjusted her lithe body in the cramped space inside the locker. Her slender leg rose above her waste, one bare foot carefully nudging the naked boy in front of her. Mishima’s penis, rigid and throbbing, pressed against his body and her sole.

“ ’The thought never even’ what, Mishima-kun?” Kasumi asked softly, sneering at the boy.

“I…I…I can’t help that! It just reacted on its own! I’m sorry!”

“It reacted on its own…because you looked. You stared right at me standing in front of you completely naked. You’re a perverted highschool boy who loves thinking about naked girls every second he isn’t thinking about the phantom thieves. And suddenly a naked girl who just happens to be one of the Thieves appears in front of you and you just look away? Stop lying! You saw me naked!” Kasumi said, her foot prodding his erect member for emphasis.

“Ahh! F-fine! I…I looked. I saw you naked. Sorry!”

‘You damn well better have looked.’ Kasumi thought, seething in rage. ‘After the strippings…and the humiliations…AND THE TENTACLES!...You better have looked straight at me and memorized every last inch of skin on my body! You better have loved every second of it, and that yellow eyed fuck hiding inside your brain better be plotting something even more obscene and humiliating while you stared!!’

Kasumi was, of course, self aware enough to know the outrage she was feeling over the idea that Mishima might not have ogled her nude form was incredibly hypocritical. She was blushing with embarrassment and shame even as the more demented part of her beamed in satisfaction at catching his attention. Somehow, after all the sexual humiliations she and her girlfriends had suffered at the shadow’s deviant hands the thought that the real boy might be indifferent rather than entranced by her nakedness was completely unacceptable.

“Thank you, Mishima-kun. I appreciate your honesty.” Kasumi whispered, before twisting her heel a bit more into his sensitive organ. “And? What did you think?”

“I…I…I like your ponytail?” Mishima stammered.

“Awww. Thank you! I thought the ribbon was cute! WHAT ELSE?” Kasumi whispered, a thrill of excitement passing through her.

“Y…You have a gorgeous body, Yoshizawa-san! So graceful and well maintained, well developed muscles without too much bulk. Almost no fat on you at all, just limber, beautiful limbs and a flat stomach.”

Kasumi blushed.

“And…and I love the way you overeat and burn off the calories with fitness. It leaves you thin and agile, but ensures the extra carbohydrates settle in just the right places to give you those big beautiful breasts and those wonderful bouncy butt cheeks. Usually a girl as athletic as you would have trimmed the extra fat off and lost that kind of figure. But your habits left you with the best of both worlds!”

“Tha-tha-that isn’t true! I don’t eat that much!” Kasumi protested.

“And…ummm…I was surprised to see how well shaven you are. I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who would do that sort of thing…Its very sexy.”

“That! That’s because of gymnastics! If I don’t keep up with it it becomes a tangled mess! And I just like the way it feels better when I wear a leotard if its completely smooth. Besides, its more aerodynamic!”

“Aerodynamic?” Mishima asked, bemused.

“That’s the excuse I used on sis, anyway. I…” Kasumi blushed crimson. “A-anyway! Thank you for being honest!”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.”

“Why? You just said you didn’t cause the situation. We had **** how we ended up like this. And its not like you were the only one who peaked. You have a cute body too.”

“I…” Mishima stammered.

“Mishima-kun, believe me, I’m excited at least one person in this city still cares about my modesty. But seriously, stop apologizing. Being seen by a boy like this is completely humiliating, but its also a little exciting! And you aren’t the only one who likes looking at me! Senpai and my girlfriends love my body. So while I try not to be conceited, I also believe in listening to my senpais and respecting their wishes. If they say I have a sexy body, I have **** but agree with them.” Kasumi said, shrugging with a giggle.

“So…its true…”

“Senpai and I have been seeing each other for a few days now. And the other girls and I…may have realized a few things about each other that same night. Like having the same taste in men. And women….”

“….but…if your seeing him…”

“Senpai is a bit of a scoundrel, but he isn’t a womanizer. We have an open relationship. He can see other people if he wants, and so can I. Our only rule is being honest with each other about who else we’re seeing…..but it does help that so far we’re dating the same people.” Kasumi admitted with a blush.

“Yoshizawa-san…s-someone uploaded some pictures to the phansite a few nights ago. Explicit pictures, of girls in strange costumes. They claimed it was-“

“Us? Its true, Mishima-kun. I don’t understand much of it all myself, but stealing a heart involves going into another world. Futaba-chan calls it a cognitive reality…essentially a dream world. Everyone’s most hidden thoughts and darkest desires hide in that world. And one of those desires found a way to trap us all down there. It was the most humiliating experience of my life…” Kasumi said, blushing at the memory, but also teasing the boy near her.

“What…what did they…” Mishima began, his penis growing more rigid to Kasumi’s growing delight. “No. Never mind. I…don’t want to…”

“Lying again, senpai?”

“No. Maybe I want to know. But I shouldn’t know. I can’t know.” Mishima muttered to himself.

“Are we back to this again? I told you, its fine. The Phantoms Thieves know better than anyone how we all hide our fantasies and desires away. I have a darker side too, Mishima-kun. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“That’s fine for you. Or Ren-san, or Sakomoto, or the others. They don’t need to avoid thinking like that.”

“What is all this? Have you decided to become a monk now? Has Mishima-kun decided to take a vow of celibacy and live on a mountain somewhere the rest of his life before even graduating high school?”

“No. I’m just trying to be worthy of working with the Phantom Thieves.”

Kasumi snorted. “Mishima-kun, they are amazing people. Don’t misunderstand. I admire them. Some of them I love. But if your picturing some band of pure hearted, noble, innocent g-rated shonen characters I have bad news for you…the things we do to each other when no one is around to watch…and sometimes when they DO watch…trust me, those humiliating photos are just the beginning.”

Mishima’s penis throbbed, but he shook his head. “That isn’t what I mean! I’ve read Ren-san’s file. I know the kind of person he is, and the kind of people the rest of you are. He saved someone from being hurt and the world tried to crush him for it. But that never stopped him from risking everything to take down Kamoshida. You understand, don’t you Kasumi-chan? He helps people in trouble. I…all I’ve ever done is hurt people.”

Kasumi swallowed. The atmosphere in the confined space had grown colder all at once.

“You mean Kamoshida, senpai? I know what he did to you. None of that was your fault.” Kasumi whispered.

“I let him beat me into submission. I let him get away with doing whatever he wanted. He inflicted all his sadistic fantasies on everyone around him. And I was too much of a coward to stop him.” Mishima hissed.

“You were a victim. The people with real influence did nothing about the situation. None of that-“

“Don’t you ever wonder why I’m so good at finding people who need a change of heart? I learned how to do that because of him. I helped him find people. I helped him get leverage over people, **** them, **** them…whatever he wanted. I leaked Ren’s background information. I was the last person Shiho-san spoke with before…I knew something was wrong. I knew he was going to hurt her, and hurt her worse than before. Ren did everything he could to save a girl in a similar situation. He wasn’t afraid of what would happen as a result. I lead Shiho straight into that bastard’s hands. That’s unforgivable.”

Kasumi stayed silent, watching him in the darkness.

“The phantom thieves are amazing. They really do make a difference. But helping them is nothing. It doesn’t change what happened or what I’ve done. I’m still just a coward who could never compare with the rest of you. Because of me Shiho almost-“

“How long are you going to keep standing there whining?” Kasumi snapped.

“Y-Yoshizawa-san?”

“You just keep going on and on. ‘I’m not good enough! I’ll never be like him!’ Just STOP IT ALREADY! You aren’t Ren-san, or Ryuji-san, or any of the other Phantom Thieves. But they all depend on you to find the people they need to help! Do you know how clueless Ren-san would be without you? But all you can do is wallow in the past! You ignore every victory and triumph and obsess over your mistakes! You sound just like Sum…Sum…ire…”

A migraine suddenly sprouted on Kasumi’s temple, causing her to slump forward, her forehead resting on Mishima’s shoulder.

“Y…Yoshizawa-san??” Mishima asked, alarmed.

“S-sorry. I just felt…dizzy….Mishima-kun. I’m sorry for being so harsh, but please listen. My sister and I had a dream to enter the Olympics together. But all she could every time we trained was focus on how much her performance lagged behind mine. It kept eating at her. And one say she did something incredibly rash and…and she’s gone now. I’m the only one left who can fulfill our dream. And I’ve been struggling too! But I can’t afford to focus on my missteps and failures! I want to grow. I want to be of use to senpai and the other Phantom Thieves! I want to achieve my sister’s dream! You don’t want to end up like her, Senpai! You have to stop measuring yourself against people like the phantom thieves! Celebrate your own victories, don’t wallow in your defeats! And stop denying who you really are! Burying your desires and fantasies isn’t healthy. And all the pain you feel won’t ever end if you keep running from the past like this!”

Kasumi suppressed a momentary shudder. She had meant every word. And yet somehow the more she spoke the more hypocritical her words felt.

“….Yoshizawa?”

“Yes, Mishima-kun.”

“What…what happened to you in the dream world?” Mishima asked, his penis throbbing.

Kasumi smiled smugly in the darkness. “Our enemy…he caught us completely by surprise. He’s very methodical, you know. He knows how to pick his targets carefully. He developed a very clear picture of each of us. Our most hidden thoughts and fantasies, all the things we didn’t know about ourselves. And when the trap was sprung, he stripped us all completely naked. He trapped us, cursed us with intense arousal, and one by one all of us gave in. We all got to know each other quite a bit better that night, Mishima-kun. Then we tried to escape. We tried to fight him. And we lost completely. He chained us up, and showed us off to the rest of the dream world. Everyone in this city has dreamed about me and the phantom thieves, Mishima. That isn’t an exaggeration. Everyone in Tokyo has seen every inch of me completely naked. He turned us into slaves for every deviant desire and fantasy in this city. Every part body has been groped, foddled, licked, spanked and kissed by every pervert in this city. And the most humiliating part is how much I loved it.”

Mishima was breathing harder now. His penis was throbbing.

“So senpai, be honest. Do you like that? Do you like imagining all the girls in the Phantom Thieves naked and turned into slutty playthings for the perverted dreams of this whole city?”

“…I…Yes, Kasumi-chan.” Mishima whispered.

“So do I. But Mishima. One thing frustrates me. All this time I’ve been used a pervert’s sex pet. And being helpless and dominated like that was humiliating and erotic all at once. But it makes me curious. Ren-Senpai…I love him, but he’s a very intense person. He likes to be in control. And usually that’s enough. But sometimes…sometimes I just get tired of being the submissive one. Sometimes I want to be in control. Does that make me a bad person?” Kasumi asked.

“I…You said yourself we all have darker sides…” Mishima whispered.

“I know. I know. But let me rephrase the question. I stuck here with a cute boy who…well…who reminds me of someone else. And even though its cramped, I can still move without too much difficulty. But this poor, nice little boy…he’s stuck in place, pinned inside this little box. Naked. Helpless. And it just occurred to me that I have this little chance to take a tiny bit of **** on someone. And I could maybe be in charge for a little while, too.”

“…..”

“I can’t really do it justice, you know. What happened in that other world. The feelings are just so intense and all consuming. I just…it might be easier if I just showed you, Mishima-kun. Would you like to know how it feels to be someone else’s plaything for a little while?” Kasumi asked softly. “Think carefully. I’m not a cruel person, but Senpai says I love to tease…”

“….Yoshi…Kasumi…” Mishima whispered.

“Yes, Mishima-kun?”

“Show me. Please show me.”

With a small coo of glee Kasumi loosened the bow that bound her ponytail. Before Mishima could register what was happening, he felt the ribbon drawn tightly over his genitals, eliciting a small grunt from him.

“I’m sorry, Mishima-kun. Senpai says I have an insatiable appetite, and I think you’ll need a little more practice before you can keep up with me. You’ll be a good boy and let me use you as long as I need before I let you cum, won’t you? I know its frustrating, but I promise it will also feel good, and it will make the ending feel even better….”

“Y-yes, Kasumi-chan.”

Kasumi smiled, adjusting herself and raising a slender leg high over her shoulder Kasumi warm slit embrace Mishima’s erect member.

“Here’s it is, Mishima-kun. That cute shaven pussy you were staring at so intently. See how wet and eager she is, knowing how much you loved seeing her? Does it feel good, Mishima-kun?”

“Yes, Kasumi-chan!” Mishima moaned.

On instinct, Kasumi began rolling her athletic hips in small circles, her tight pussy lips clenching in sweet **** around Mishima’s sex. With a blush Kasumi realized she was pantomiming the movements of the sadistic tentacles of the other Mishima had made inside her a few nights before. With a dawning sense of humiliation Kasumi realized she knew by heart the best way to move her hips to provide the most pleasure to both her and her new lover. The Shadow…had the Shadow been TRAINING her to do something like this the entire time. The thought alone was enough to send her over the edge into an intense orgasm.

She gave Mishima a kiss, bouncing a few more times as she enjoyed a few pleasurable aftershocks. “That felt so good, Mishima-kun. I can’t wait for you to feel how good this can be. But not until I’m finished with you. Can you do that for me, Mishima?”

“Do…whatever…you want…” Mishima hissed. “Use me however you need.”

“Such a good boy.” Kasumi cooed, adjusting herself so that her back was to him, her ass lifted above his waste so her sex embrace him again from behind.