The Detective's showdown with Kyoko.

"My name is Shuichi Saihara, attending Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Detective... Well, one of two, anyway. I'm recording this as a record of my first investigation as the... The General Hope's Peak Academy Detective in Charge of... Headmaster Investigations..."

Flushing as he turned off the recording function on his phone, the would-be detective tugged his newsboy cap down to shade his embarrassed face. He tried to gulp down his nerves. "I can't even remember the title the Headmaster gave me... No title, no weapon... I don't think I even got a badge. And now, out of nowhere, I'm supposed to investigate a ****?! Give me a break... On top of all that, I'm pretty bad at pep talks, huh?"

Shuichi stared at the new model smartphone in his hand. Just yesterday, he'd been so excited to buy it; now, it felt like a shackle, an expensive reminder of the fact that the potential **** he was walking straight into was a financial obligation he'd bound himself to and couldn't afford to shirk. "I figured whatever investigation I ended up doing would be... I dunno, someone stole or broke something! All right, keep it together Shuichi. Deep breaths. Deep breaths... Remember, the 'Headmaster' of Hope's Peak Academy is a stuffed toy bear. It's not like you're necessarily being asked to apprehend Nekomaru Nidai here... Just someone capable of taking down a stuffed toy."

Finally, the young man arrived in the Headmaster's office. It wouldn't take a detective to figure out that the place he needed to investigate was the mysteriously missing corner of the office, which gave way to a dark, metallic hallway he'd never seen before.

He walked in apprehensively, his dark uniform fading into the shadows before the pale skin of his face. He clutched his smartphone like a talisman, wishing he was armed. "Not that I know how to use a gun..." he muttered under his breath. Those were the last words he'd allow himself on approach. He attempted to quiet his breathing and move silently, one thing his slight presence and lack of remarkable qualities was well suited for. He descended the uncomfortably narrow stairs in the tense darkness, but he began to see light reflecting in the polished hall below. The slope of the ceiling in front of him prevented him from looking down the hall, and, noting that, he quickly became aware anyone who was at the end of the hall would see him coming first. With that in mind, he took the last couple of steps quickly, expecting he'd be checking an empty corridor.

... The corridor wasn't empty. At the end of the hall, framed in an elaborate open doorway, was a freak. The woman was standing with her arms crossed across her chest, wearing Monokuma's smiling head, his claws, and his bottom like trophies with a gruesome carpet of stuffing in the room behind her. Besides that... she didn't seem to be wearing anything at all. Her incredible body, slender but pleasantly curved, was almost fully on display, her costume doing little more than a fig leaf would in protecting her decency.

Still in the darkness, Shuichi gasped with his jaw hanging open. He dropped his phone, which skittered down the hall towards the person. "Oh crap!!" he yelped, then slapped his hands over his mouth in fear. "Oh crap!!!" he yelped again, this time in his mind.

As he watched... the figure at the end of the hall remained stock still, not reacting at all. Shuichi watched with his eyes wide as saucers, slowly edging forward. "Is it... No way... It must be a statue. O-or... Could it be an android?! Can I get close enough... to get my phone...?" He continued inching towards the phone he'd fumbled, finding himself as nervous to find the screen cracked as to be discovered by the strange figure.

Finally, sweat rolling down his forehead, he'd made it close enough to put his fingers on it. He was still a good many feet from the stranger, but he'd gotten close enough to decide that if it was an android, it was a darned detailed one. Her chest was rising and falling with obvious rapid breathing in spite of her overall stillness. Her chest... rose and fell...

... Shuichi shook his head to break himself out of his stupor. "Get it together! Grab the phone, and then you can-"

"Hold it right there, Detective!" Monokuma's voice came from the mysterious woman.

The young man nearly stumbled and fell onto the phone he'd been reaching for. "M-M-Monokuma?! You're alive?!"

"Idiot! Do I look like a bear to you?" his voice retorted. "My name is Mono Gal, the mysterious and voluptuous deviant responsible for Monokuma's demise! As you can see, besides being a murderer, I'm an exhibitionist pervert who loves showing off her sexy body to naughty boys like you! Teehee!"

Shuichi scraped up his phone and scrabbled to his feet, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. In spite of the flirty talk, "Mono Gal" was still giving off a mysterious, menacing aura, and wasn't budging an inch. The detective decided he had to try dialogue. "Mono Gal, you're... obviously the woman responsible for killing Monokuma, right?"

"Guilty as charged!" The bear head let out a hearty laugh. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"A confession!" Shuichi tilted his cap in an **** gesture he tended to do when trying to act cool. "That's it, then. You're under arrest! Come quietly and there won't be any trouble."

"Ooh, what's that? You say you're gonna punish me? Are you gonna give me a spanking, little boy?"

"W-wha?!" Shuichi shook his head fervently. "N-no no, I'm going to apprehend you, obviously!"

"You say no, that won't be enough? You say you're gonna parade me through the halls and show everyone my naked body?! Sounds exciting!"

"No no no!" Feeling self-conscious, Shuichi checked his phone to make sure his recording function was still off. "Nothing like that!"

"Even worse?! You're a horny guy, huh, detective? I like that!" Monokuma continued to tease the young man. "Okay, tell you what. Put that phone down and cut it with the threats. I'm not looking to end up on social media. I'm sure we can reach an agreement... I probably have something you want, don't I? Think long and hard about it, okay...?"

Shuichi had had just about enough of being jerked around. Finally, he decided to assert his integrity as a detective. "Listen, Mono Gal, or whoever you are! I'm an appointed officer of justice, and you're the perpetrator of this crime. So what we're going to do is, I'm going to turn you around..." he pantomimed spinning something around; "Put some handcuffs on you," he pantomimed working with his hands at a target's lower back; "And walk you out of here!" he pointed at her dramatically to finish. "I hope I've made myself clear!"

"Loud and clear, little boy!" the bear agreed. "That's a pretty crazy request, but I guess I'm into it. As the villainous but erotic Mono Gal, I'll prove I'm in total control of my own actions and capable of moving from this spot by granting your request: a Bear Booty Dance!"

Immediately, the detective freaked out again. "A w-w-what?! Hold on, I never-"

The loud speech of the bear head was drowning his voice out. "This, of course, is a dance where I turn around and invite you to come up reeeal close behind me, then I'll shake my ass for you and show you why we call it the Bear Booty Dance! I don't do this for just anybody, but since you're sooo insistent!"

As Shuichi continued to babble his objections, the strange woman rotated in place a slowly as seemed possible, still crossing her arms menacingly over her chest. When she'd turned her back entirely to Shuichi, he was treated to an amazing view: the bear panties were riding so low that Mono Gal's butt crack was half visible, with the cute bear tail wiggling just below.

... Of course, he was treated to this view because, although he hadn't intended to, he'd cautiously begun stepping forward at Mono Gal's invitation. "J-just to be clear, I'm getting closer to get a better look at you! And I'm r-recording this so I have a record for later! It's not because I've got any interest in your Bear B-" he paused, biting his tongue to stop himself and blushing furiously. "Y-your dance!!"

"Whatever you say, buddy! Here we go, all right? Once you get this, you're agreeing to leave, right? Gentleman's promise!"

"No!" Shuichi declared forcefully, although... he'd gotten close enough now that he was almost in distance to reach out and touch the woman. He was overpowered by an arousing scent of bath products, and realized that in spite of her makeshift costume, the woman was freshly washed.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Monokuma declared. "Okay! I'm starting it!"

Shuichi didn't say anything, trying to decide if he should be watching the woman's dangerous claws or her dangerous curves. However... it turned out there wasn't much to watch. The woman was standing still as a statue, although he could see she seemed to be almost buzzing with excitement. "Are you... messing with me? You're not doing anything."

"Oh, this is just the build-up. On the count of three, I'm gonna stick out my booty, okay, detective? One... two... three!" Even on her own count of three, the woman bent at the knees with tantalizing slowness.

With some panic, the captive Shuichi realized he was starting to get stiff as he became nearly able to look down into the butt cleavage of the perpetrator's trunks. Breathing hard, he raised his phone and turned on the recording function. "Just to be clear, you're doing this of your own free will, and I'm only standing this close because I was invited and I'm trying to commit a physical profile of you to evidence, all right?"

"Whatever you say! Just shut up and enjoy my booty, okay? You can even touch if you want! The only rule is you can't touch my head at all. I'm gonna start shaking it for you in one... two... three!" The masked woman began slowly shifting her hips towards one side, taking nearly a full ten seconds to reach one side before beginning to the other. "I'm just joking with this slow stuff. Now I'm gonna move to the rhythm. Let's go! Left-right-one-two-left-right-one-two!"

Now that there was a count, the woman seemed to be getting into it, swinging her hips from side to side in an erotic display. Shuichi's eyes widened as he saw droplets of some combination of sweat and bath water fleck from the woman's healthy skin in each direction.

As Mono Gal did her dance, two things were happening. The first, he failed to notice completely: from the back of her strange helmet, long, wet strands of lavender-colored hair had begun to fall. The second, he noticed very well: the culprit's bottom was slowly sliding down her hips, in spite of the way she was clamping her thighs together in a desparate attempt to keep it up. Each shake sent a bit of stuffing scattering in the motion of the jerk, causing the bottom to lose more and more of its shape. "Wow!" Monokuma's voice shouted. "I'm gonna get serious now! No need to cover my chest in this situation, so I'll put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and really get into it! Just to make sure, you promise to leave when I finish, right?"

Shucihi didn't say anything, feeling his throat dry, but he shook his head "no" as strongly as he could.

"Excited for it, huh? Here I go, one, two, three!" The woman placed her bear claws behind her bear head and spread her legs... Intentionally or not, she succeeded in splitting her shorts immediately. For just a moment, she seemed to rub her legs together, as though savoring the feeling of loose stuffing between her legs, before spreading them again and letting the remains fall.

The detective quickly turned off his phone, although he didn't turn off his eyes, locked onto the now-naked ass gyrating in front of him. Without even the scant garment that had restrained Mono Gal's bottom before, Shuichi was close enough to register the jiggles even in the woman's slender body. "I'm... not recording this exhibitionism!" he muttered as he watched, as though the phrase absolved him of any guilt.

"Oh yeah, sure, go ahead and record it as much as you want, baby!~"

In spite of what Mono Gal was saying, she abruptly stopped her dance and whirled in place, then pushed off her feet into a tackle, knocking Shuichi to the floor and sending his phone scattering away from him. For a moment, he was able to feel Mono Gal's impressive chest squished against his body; then, in a flash, she was off of him and scampering across the floor, scooping up his phone.

"No wait wait wait!" Shuichi yelped, suddenly having bigger concerns than the complete nudity of the pervert now standing between him and the exit. "Please give me that back, I'm begging you!"

"Oh, you want this back?" Monokuma taunted as Mono Gal grasped the phone in her claw. "Maybe I'll give it to you if you-" As if to crush his hopes along with his property, Mono Gal slammed the other claw against the one holding the phone, ruining the device instantly. "Ah, well, oops! Looks like my hand slipped, gahaha!!"

The detective looked on crestfallen as the dark plastic fell uselessly to the floor. "Ah... N-no..."

Giving him no time to mourn, the assailant then moved in front of him, pointing the dangerous claws just below his neck and tilting his chin up to make eye contact. From this position, Shuichi could see into the purple eyes of the woman inside, just barely. They were locked on him with dangerous intent. "Ahaha, what the hell? Are you crying over your phone? Seriously? There's a beautiful butt-naked babe in front of you and you're crying over a phone? No priorities!" Monokuma's voice laughed at him in a jovial voice that didn't match the eyes of the woman in his head.

Shuichi tugged his hat down, a vain effort to hide the fact that he was, in fact, tearing up, feeling shame over letting himself fall into the culprit's trap, shame over letting his lust take control of him, and shame at the fact that, in spite of all that, all he could think about was how much his destroyed phone had cost him. What would he even tell the vendor to try and claim insurance...? "W-well whatever! You won this round! I'm gonna... D-don't think this is over!" the young man's declaration of war turned into a pathetic wail as he turned tail and ran for the entrance he'd arrived in, leaving Mono Gal to her victory.

Once he was clear of the staircase, Shuichi caught his breath in the Headmaster's office, glancing around and finding, to his relief, that nobody was around to see him. "Thank God for that, at least... Imagine if a real detective like Kyoko Kirigiri was here... What would she say? I bet she'd just take down that pale, purple-eyed pervert with a karate chop or something. If only Kyoko was here..."

He shuffled towards the door, his footsteps slowing as he remembered the glimpses of lavender he'd caught at the brief exposure of the woman's hair, and the pale, model-like body, one he'd definitely never thought about in any context but professional consideration as a detective. "If only..."

...

The detective put one of his own pale hands to his mouth in consideration, then tightened his grip. He glanced back at the doorway once, saw no one standing there, then shook his head wildly enough that he had to move his hand to catch his cap. "No way. Nuh uh. Not possible."

But, when he considered the evidence...

"... What do I even do with this information...?" He looked at the doorway where Mono Gal must surely be hiding, then looked at the ruined plastic in his hands, feeling a potent mixture of emotions that could be both new hope and new despair. "What am I supposed to do...?"