The two are interrupted before going too far.

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

The usual hum of student activity and random bits of gossip taking in place fell silent as hundreds of stunned high schoolers watched as two naked girls strode through the center of the courtyard. Mitsuru and Fuuka walked without a hint of shame or modesty, making no attempt to cover themselves. Indeed, their steps were carefully paced to bring an small but noticeable bounce to their breasts and bottoms while at the same time moving their hips from side to side in a sexy fashion. Their faces, in contrast, were beat red and wide eyed, clearly dismayed at all the attention. When they reached the center of the school yard and confirmed with a quick glance that EVERY eye was on them, the pair let their backpacks slide off their shoulders and fall to the ground with a nearly simultaneous impact.

"Mitsu-" Fuuka gasped even as two lips met hers in a hungry embrace. Were they really going to be **** to do this in public?

"I have to do something." Fuuka said even as she felt her body being felt up. "Maybe I can...I can't summon Juno in the real world, but if I can just call up even a little bit of her power to contact Mitsuru-senpai's mind I can-"

"Don't bother." Came a voice from nowhere that sounded like Mitsuru's own voice.

"What??" Fuuka asked and promptly fell down as her limbs were suddenly back under her control. There was a roar of laughter at her expense.

"You were going to try to distract me telepathically so that I would release her body. Nice try. But I've gotten rather used to humiliating the fake me by now. I can do it and hold a conversation all at once now. Are you impressed?" Came the voice from nowhere.

Fuuka quickly grabbed her backpack, used it as a shield for her modesty and sat on the ground in order to hide the rest of her nudity.

"Everyone!" The real Mitsuru said, now slowly moving in a circle as her hands moved up and down hr body. "This is your class president! Y-you are all likely wondering why I am standing before you...a-all of you...without my clothes!" Mitsuru paused with a hand on her hip and the other in her hair, chest thrust out. "A-and why I am...p-posing so shamefully for you..." She turned again, her hands squeezing her breasts together before traveling down to her spreading legs. "O-o-o-or why I am now p-p-playing with myself in front of you all!!!"

A chorus of laughter and several camera flashes answered her. "STOP THAT AT ONCE! As I was saying, there is a simple explanation! As you may know, a new form of Apathy Syndrome has emerged. Eden Syndrome is afflicting some of your fellow female students. As you may infer, it compels the individual to...expose themselves and perform a variety of disgraceful activities in public. If you see any students like myself please remember they are innocent victims of this disease and respectfully avert your eyes and go about your business!"

There was a pause, followed by several more camera flashes. "I SAID STOP THAT! AS PRESIDENT I AM ORDERING YOU TO PUT AWAY YOUR CAMERAS AND GO TO CLASS! I WILL EXECUTE ANYONE WHO FAILS TO COMPLY!"

No one seemed to take the threat seriously.

"Look at her. Once she walked through this campus as if it were her own little kingdom, an icy queen above her little subjects. Now the little queen has lost her crown, and she's more lowly than any of her little pawns!" The other Mitsuru whispered in Fuuka's head.

"Please, stop this. How much more are you going to humiliate her??" Fuuka asked.

"Forever, if Temptation is kind." The voice replied.

"Why can I move now?" Fuuka demanded.

"I asked your better self for a favor. Unlike the real you and the others, I don't particularly enjoy the domination we have over all of you. Even pawns deserve better."

"What pawns? What are you talking about?" Fuuka asked.

"All of you, of course. She's the queen, your her pawns. That's how she sees the world." replied the Other Mitsuru.

The real Mitsuru was bending over and deliberately giving everyone an incredible view of her ass and vagina. She unzipped her bag and to her own dismay prominently held up a two sided dildo with a snake like appearance and a great deal of flexibility.

"Until yesterday she believed this was a back massager as the box claimed. She had no idea they are called such for legal reasons. Sex toys are only the tip of the ice berg with this one. She's dangerous ignorant of the world outside her walls. Pathetic! She takes such pride in her grace and beauty yet deign to perform her infamous little executions on those who show interest! A liar and a hypocrite! But what can you expect from a Kirijo? Their legacy is built on lies and suffering. Her grandfather built a monument to his pride and sins ten years ago. They named it Tartarus. But the crimes of the Kirijos are hidden behind a dark hour no one can see. That won't do! People died, and her family grows rich and powerful! She pretends to seek redemption, but happily spreads lies to cover for her family. She's no better than the rest. So why not let her answer for her crimes? Rip away the crown. Send the Kirijo reputation down in flames. Let the prudish little slut atone for the past. Her dignity and her body are her greatest sources of pride. And pride cometh before the fall."

Folding the flexible dildo in half so that both heads were pointing upward, Mitsuru proceeded to insert the instrument fully into herself to much cheering and camera work. With a gasp she flicked the switch and felt the monster vibrate within her. Looking out over the audience, Mitsuru half leapt and half hobbled to a glasses wearing student who could do nothing but stare.

"Close your eyes at once!" Mitsuru ordered, even as she grasped his hands. With utter horror, she guided him up to her breasts, pressing the orbs into his unbelieving grip and even encouraging him to squeeze by pressing her own hands over his. She latched onto another student next to him, pulling his hand up against her ass. A cheer went up from the crowd as she gestured to everyone with her fingers to come closer. A line began to form as she was felt up by one student after another.

"To all those she has punished for longing for her body she will now give free access. Let the punishment fit the crime. Here now is the EXECUTION of Kirijo Mitsuru. May her time as the plaything of the peasants be long and shameful! The Queen is dead! Long live the King."