The Fashionista's New Uniform

Makoto groaned as his dick pulsed. The last time he had any release was when he was with Kyoko. And sure, he could probably get with most of the girls at this point, but he didn't want to take advantage of them. He tried again to rub one out, but no matter what he couldn't finish. Monokuma had done something to him. He scrubbed himself dry outside the shower and started to get dressed. For a moment, though, he paused.

He pulled on his pants, leaving him sans-underwear. Without them on, it'd be a lot less tight below. It also meant his hard-on would be even more visible, but most of the girls had seen it by now and hiding it wasn't worth the discomfort. He stepped outside his room, heading for the dining hall. Before he could make it, though, he bumped into Sayaka who began to blush red the moment they locked eyes. It was pretty clear from the moment he touched her that she was still sans-bra. That thought sent another pulse through his member.

It was only then he realized her eyes were locked below his belt. She saw the twitch. "Ah, I, um..." And then she ran away. Her shirt bounced quite wildly as she did so.

"Makoto! Why didn't you stop her? She was running in the halls!"

"Uh, I dunno..." He mumbled, facing Taka.

"Nevermind that, a new floor is open. Are you prepared to explore?"

"Oh, right, that makes sense. Uh, sure I am."

"Say it with conviction!"

"Uh, I sure am."

"Wonderful!"

"Right..." Makoto sighed, heading through the school. At least this would keep people occupied for a bit. He idly wound the halls, not quite focused until he made it to the new stairwell. At the top stood a marvelous sight. "Junko...?"

The girl didn't react to her name right away, but eventually noticed him. "Oh, hiya Makoto. What's up?"

"You are..." He mumbled. Standing at the top of a staircase in a miniskirt was usually not a great idea. Doing it while commando? Makoto was staring right at her pussy. "I, uh..."

"Huh?" She seemed to take a moment to catch on, eventually realizing what she'd done. "Gah!" Her hands shot down, pinning her skirt. "You creep!"

"S-Sorry! I didn't know what to say!"

"Come here!" She said, bounding down the stairs. Her skirt flipped back up on each step. He came to a conclusion then and there... going commando as a guy was way easier. "I see that. How hard that made you, pervert!"

"N-No, wait that... I didn't... it's natural, I'm sorry!" He mumbled as she made it to the bottom of the stairs, pinning him to a wall. Her breasts pressed right into his chest. "Urgh-"

"I spent long enough bunking with men to know what to do when they leer at me. Communal showers, uniform inspections, you wanna know what I did?" He was far too distressed to question anything she was saying. Her hands groped lower, grabbing waistband. "Give them a taste of their own medicine!"

She yanked his pants down and immediately froze. His dick popped out, slapping her in the face. "Action Successful. Active Trigger Unlocked: Uniform Inspection. Clean-up Time: One Minute."

Makoto immediately tripped over, almost falling out of his pants entirely. Struggling back to his feet, he pulled out his tablet.

Junko Enoshima(?)'s Triggers:

Commando Commando (Passive): A real soldier knows how to go commando.

Uniform Inspection (Active): When hearing the words 'Uniform Inspection', she'll stand at attention. Inspect her uniform and any comments she'll take to heart.

He smiled reading that. _Taste of their own medicine, huh? _He wasn't necessarily a vindictive guy, but it only seemed fair seeing as she just pantsed him in the hallway for anyone to see.

(2/5): Junko Enoshima: Make her orgasm (any means necessary). (Blue)

The good news faded fast as that seemed all but impossible. At least with things the way they were. Maybe another girl's trigger could help, but-

"How's it feel, huh?"

"It's not my fault you go commando!" Okay, it like entirely was his fault, but who's counting.

"You're one to talk, I'm not seeing any underwear."

"You know what, no. Uniform Inspection." Immediately, the girl stiffened, arms at her sides and chin up. She watched him expectantly. Makoto fixed his pants and tilted his head at her. He might as well play the part. "Is this your uniform, girl?"

"It's what I've been told to wear, sir." She answered, voice firm.

Of course, a fashionista would have her outfits picked out for her. He took a step closer, looking at her shirt. "This tie is far too long."

"Understood, sir." She nodded, pulling it off. "I'll find a better one." He reached out, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. "S-Sir? What are you-"

"Inspecting." He answered. It was only fair after she exposed him, all things considered. He bared her chest, looking at it with a smile. "No bra?"

"No, sir."

"Well, you're small enough not to." He lied. Celeste was way smaller and she had one, but it felt like the right thing to say in that moment. Makoto crouched down, lifting the girl's skirt. As expected, completely commando. He took a quick moment to take in her exposed pussy. "No panties, either."

"No, sir." She said, grinding her lip between her teeth.

"Wow, you're totally getting off on this." Makoto didn't really know what he was saying anymore. Just that it felt right. "And this skirt, it's so short it's like you're not wearing anything at all."

"I know, sir. Kyoko confiscated one yesterday and made me run back totally bottomless."

"Confiscated it?" A thought crossed his mind. "Well, it makes sense. This skirt is clearly not regulation."

"W-What? I mean, yes sir."

"Too long, it seems. At least by an inch." He tilted his head at the girl.

"I understand, sir. I'll get that fixed right away." She pulled the skirt down entirely, stepping out and picking it up.

He considered taunting her more, but started to grow worried that someone would find them. "Alright. Go on. Uh, dismissed."

"Thank you, sir." She nodded and ran off, her firm ass bouncing just a bit with each step.

Makoto took a deep breath, looking from side to side... What did I just do? It was strange. As though a compulsion came over him to humiliate her. Something he would never have done otherwise. "That damn traitor." He grit his teeth. It had to be. They gave him this perma-hard-on, but that wasn't it. He'd noticed himself growing more bold. Using unusual language. Treating the girls... worse, like objects. Makoto shook his head and got up. He had to keep going. The sooner this was over, the sooner everyone would be safe.