She tackles Nagito, but he was just a distraction

Catching Nagito ought to be simplicity itself; he wasn't exaggerating when he said that a little streaking should be no issue for Peko. After all, until just recently, she'd barely considered herself a human. Not just that, but his max speed was an infinitesimally small percentage of her own, as the Ultimate Swordswoman. Even if she had to expose her nudity for a moment, why did she need to care, if it was Nagito? He wouldn't even get far enough for her lack of vision to become a problem.

Sure enough, she tackled him almost immediately; as she did, her breasts pressed down against him like a heavy weight, matting him to the ground, and her wide hips and bare ass stuck straight into the air. Gundham and the Devas found themselves watching from the bushes, in spite of decency. Nagito, for his part, just laughed, seeming uninterested in what she had to offer; he was one of few students on campus who was so thoroughly insane that he couldn't appreciate Peko's nudity. But... he did seem to be appreciating it in other ways.

As he fell, he'd let go of the cat, which now meowed softly nearby his head. He paused to hand it something... Peko hadn't seen what it was, but the cat took it in its mouth. "I'm no challenge for the Ultimate Swordswoman," he chuckled, as self-deprecating as always. "I never stood a chance. That cat, however... He's a despair worthy of challenging hope, don't you think? I've passed the mission on to him..."

"P-Peko! Your king is in checkmate! Your soul, forsaken by Gods and taken in the jaws of the man eating titans, is now descending to hell-!" Gundham warned.

"In plain speech, please!" Peko complained. Nagito laughed almost sympathetically underneath her, while she moved her gym back to at least keep her boobs off of his chest.

"A smartphone! That cat took Nagito's smartphone! Our tormentor captured your very soul within that smartphone!"

Peko's eyes widened as she realized what that meant. The cat stripping all of her friends was bad, but that cat displaying her naked body, breasts pressed against Nagito, nude ass lewdly up in the air while Gundham watched from behind, made the situation that much worse. "I won't... let yooou!" she complained, now leaping off of the cat and beginning a sprinter's charge in the direction the cat had taken off. She ran with nothing but her bag, holding her mask inside it, pressed between her legs for some modicum of modesty. There was nothing to do about her breasts; those bounced madly from side to side, up and down, with her demon-like charge.

The fiendish cat, Kurosuke, had expected an easy time... after all, he'd had no trouble at all outplaying the Ultimate Swordswoman so far. He turned his head to look over his shoulder for a moment, then felt his heart beat faster; the girl was indeed catching up to him! The Ultimate Treadmill had actually worked! After all of that running training, she could run straight up a wall if need be, or nearly outrun a locomotive. Her natural abilities, combined with her longtime training, combined with that hellish power course in the gym, and further adding her hellish determination to stop the cat before he could make it into a public area with that phone, had given her the kind of superhuman abilities that were so admired in the schools Ultimates.

The cat reached a sort of balcony area, with picnic tables set up for students to have lunch. No one was around; they must be in classes at this point. She could hear voices, but they still seemed somewhat far away... now was the time. "It's the end of you, Kurosuke. At least surrender with dignity," Peko requested, blinking her bleary eyes a few times as she stood still, one arm crossed at her breasts and the other holding her bag in front of her lap, hiding her bare slit and shaven lower body.

The cat didn't surrender. It jumped up onto the railing and stared at her, challenging.

"... So be it. **** blow!" she cried, running forward and swiping one arm in a swift chop like an aikido master. The cat... jumped from the balcony, to the area below. "No!" Peko shouted, as she dropped her bag and lunged for the balcony, catching it with both legs and swinging downward to catch the cat. She got it! Finally, that long-elusive, cuddly fuzziness was in her arms... though any idea of snuggling him had become repulsive, compared to locking Kurosuke in a crate forever or throwing him into some volcano to be destroyed forever.

She lifted him up close to her eyes to inspect him... then realized that he was no longer holding the phone in his mouth.

Right now, she was dangling above a hallway between elective buildings, decorated with pretty plants and a nature theme. It had a few benches where people stopped and sat sometimes to enjoy nature or to get away from classes. Where could her phone have dropped?