11- Komaru Naegi - Dirty Ad (by MidbossMan)

"My name is Komaru Naegi! Unlike everyone else in these auditions, I'm not an Ultimate. In fact, I'm not even special, but that's okay. I'm a girl who's normal in every way. I'm eighteen years old, I have lots of friends at the academy, and my troubles are just ordinary school-girl problems. If things keep going the way they have been, I'll probably graduate the school without leaving the reserve course. A lot of people are troubled if they never become an Ultimate, but I'm okay with that. My brother's the lucky one between the two of us. Oh, and I love to read manga! In conclusion, I'm very normal!"

Komaru's audition tape had been shot way too close to the chest, thanks to a goof on her part, which did shine a light on her most noteworthy feature: a very well developed pair of breasts. The rest of her was an average-sized girl, with average brown-black hair, usually dressed in a perfectly average school uniform. She had a pretty nice butt, too. Good thighs.

So average most ways, but with very nice breasts, butt, and thighs.

That might go to explain how, despite an almost intentionally uninspired audition tape being submitted, Komaru had been chosen to serve as the actor for the school's promotional tape. In a school full of quirky Ultimates with huge egos, bizarre personalities, and at times unbelievable appearances, perhaps they thought that it'd play a little bit better if they could pick somebody perky and totally free of intimidation factor. Whatever the case, Komaru's tape was accepted and she got the notice: on the second day following Spring Break, she'd be responsible for starring in the school's promo package.

Over the break, Komaru read manga, laughing and kicking her feet in the air. She visited the aquarium with her friends. She went out and ate gelato and saw a movie. She did every distracting thing possible, not devoting a thought to the video shoot to come.

So it wasn't totally surprising when she mistook the date, running out of her room for the meet-up spot an hour late-- but a day early. "I can't believe I slept in! Oh no oh no oh no! They're going to put me in the reserve-reserve course!" she joked with herself as she ran in classic schoolgirl fashion, with toast dangling out of her mouth. In actuality, it sounded more like a series of toast-muffled mumbling. Her bedhead was unbrushed, meaning her family ahoge was sticking up from her head even worse than usual.

The correct camera crew was nowhere to be found. That was, of course, because she had mistaken the day. Instead, she came across another camera crew entirely. She'd been looking for anyone holding a camera, but still, she'd been expecting that they'd be dressed in suits and ties. That was just how the agents who worked for the school tended to look. Instead, this camera crew was dressed like they'd just come off spring break themselves, with dark sunglasses, long t-shirts (some stained with booze) and jean shorts. They also looked to be only a little older than her and, the moment they laid eyes on her, their immediate reaction was to whistle and wave their arms like they were trying to cat-call her.

Just around the corner was a big, electric signboard reading "ULTS GONE WILD" that every proper student of the academy was giving a wide berth. Komaru didn't see it.

"Oh, wow! I am sooo sorry I'm late! You guys have been waiting for an hour for me, haven't you? Oh geez, I blew it. I hope you still want me!" she began, babbling and bowing several times in apologies. "I'm the one person who can do this for you, aren't I?!"

The camera crew looked between one another, then nodded. "Like the confidence, babe! You're right: you really are the only person for this job! Say, which Ultimate are you, anyway?"

"Ha ha ha, I'm no Ultimate. I'm in the Reserve Course!"

"... Soooo, pretty close, right? Basically an Ultimate!"

"Oh, gosh, you think so?" Komaru laughed awkwardly, rocking on her feet. It was pretty rare to hear any of the administrators involved in the Ultimate course throw reserve course students a bone like that. That said, while it was flattering to hear that, she didn't really want to think of herself as an Ultimate... that was pretty far outside of the realm of "normal" she felt comfortable in.

"Ain't nothing 'reserved' about that body of yours! And that brings us to the matter at hand. It's just like you said: you're our gal and we're your crew. Typically we shoot this sort of thing with uuuuh... more people, but considering our luck today, you'll be pulling the weight of three girls. Think you can handle it? After spending all day here, we have got to get some usable footage."

"M-Me? Pulling the weight of three Ultimates?" the girl questioned, taken back. "I'll do my best!"

"Great! So just sign this contract and we can get started!"

Komaru had talents she didn't even know about. In another world, one where her mettle was truly tested, she might even turn out to be a hero, going above and beyond the call of an Ultimate.

That said, even the greatest of Ultimates couldn't be a one-woman pool party. That appeared to be what they were asking of her. After moving to the community pool they'd ambitiously rented out before realizing they were only going to have one Ultimate to do their shoot with, they'd set it up with all the trappings of a party. Music, food, plenty of guys in the pool...

... the only thing they needed was a proper amount of girls to fill out the party. Instead, all of the cameras were focused on just one. Even as Komaru went to change into her swimsuit inside the girl's locker room, she couldn't escape the feeling that there were guys watching her with cameras.

It was apt that she should feel that way, because there were indeed watching her every move. Each unused locker had a camera hidden inside. The entire place was bugged for photos and video. Every moment, from when she shrugged off her sailor suit top, to when she dropped her navy blue skirt, to dropping her blue-and-white stripe pattern underwear, even up to peeling the socks off her feet, was captured on glorious high definition footage and uploaded directly onto their server, then copied onto a memory card owned by the boss of the operation.

She might look a little plain in her school uniform, but out of it, she'd definitely get top ratings from their clients.

That was only the beginning. By the time Komaru joined them at the pool, wearing a white t-shirt over her surprisingly daring, tight fitting orange bikini, all sorts of ideas for taking the shoot to the next level were swirling in their heads. "Only thing is, our recording equipment's a little ill-fit for the shoot. With just one girl, we're going to have to turn the sensitivity up real high. Be sure to speak up and really project your volume, okay? All the audio receivers are tied directly to our recording equipment and we'll pick it up ultra clear. I'll be keeping a copy for review myself right here in my personal equipment too, heh."

"Roger that!"

Komaru finished the shoot, feeling exhausted. The events of the day had been pretty strange... and they'd involved a lot of wardrobe malfunctions, strange requests, and that sort of thing... but overall, the camera crew looked pleased at the footage they'd collected. The first thing she wanted to do was tell her brother the good news! She called him up and went over everything in excruciating detail.

Her brother's voice was quiet for a moment, then quiet with a shaky nervousness. "Komaru... Don't panic, but... You've got that wrong! I'm almost positive that wasn't a school advertisement you just shot! In fact, you need to hold them there until I can get some of the faculty over to help."

"H-Help? What do you mean? If they weren't here to record a pool party for an advertisement to show off how fun the school was, what were they here for?"

"I'll explain that later. For now, it's important to make sure they don't leave with their recording equipment! Try to keep them there until help comes!"

"Wait, what do you mean?! They tricked me!?"

"Well.... yeah," Makoto responded. Even over the phone, she could sense him making that awkward smile he made when she was being a little dumb.

"Ah! They're already getting ready to drive away, though!" Komaru shouted, seeing a good number of them piled inside the van. Most of the recording equipment had to be inside there too! She shouted and waved her fists in the air. "You jerks! Don't you dare try to drive off!"

"Shit, she figured it out," the leader grumbled, looking up from his phone call and glaring in the direction of the camera van. For a while, they'd been just as ignorant as she was, but somewhere during the party they'd all put two-and-two together that she hadn't actually intended to audition for Ults Gone Wild. That realization had been one-sided, which had worked out great for the recording, but it was about to become a huge problem. "Look, sweetie, you signed a contract. It says in there that even should you choose to nullify the agreement, we're licensed to distribute all existing footage. Besides, you looked great! World class cans, doll-face." He turned his attention back to the van. "Step on it, boys. I'll run damage control here."

Komaru's hair seemed to stand on end as a new anger overtook her. These bozos weren't listening to her! With a furious look on her otherwise cute features, she grabbed up a nearby megaphone the director had used to shout orders earlier, then roared into it as loud as she could. "DON'T YOU DARE HIT THAT PEDAL!"

The effect wasn't what she'd expected. Her worst case scenario was that all she'd manage was giving herself a ringing headache from the noise and that she'd be ignored by the guys in the truck. Her best case was that maybe they'd stop and talk it over. What she really hadn't expected...

... Was that the entire truck would produce a high-pitched microphone hum, then shoot sparks everywhere, then explode into a ball of fire as confused camera crew guys spilled out of it, waving their arms and rolling on the ground to try to extinguish themselves.

"Shit! You still had the ultra-strength mics turned all the way to the max setting, didn't you, idiots?" the boss cursed, looking taken back. Nobody answered him, being too busy saving themselves from burning alive. "The whole fucking server was in that van!"

"Ha! You said existing tape. Well, I've just destroyed your whole stash," Komaru smirked, crossing her arms confidently beneath her sizable chest. The t-shirt included in her swimwear had, of course, been removed earlier. "It's too late to say sorry!"

"... Yeah? Sorry not sorry!" the boss snickered, then turned and began running. He was pretty tangled up in recording equipment himself, so he wasn't quick getting out of there.

Komaru stomped her foot irritably. "Hmph! What a sore loser..." she murmured, then tilted her head. A memory occurred to her. Earlier, he'd claimed all the recording equipment was tied to that storage server in the van. Yada yada yada. Then... something about keeping a copy on himself! "Aw, darn it! He must have been the only one who turned off his audio receivers, so he still has a copy!" the unlucky girl shouted out loud, then picked up the chase after him, leaving the communal pool still dripping wet in her swimsuit and taking off down the street. "Waaait, you jerk!"

A footrace began as Komaru took off after the boss, closing distance at an impressive pace. The guy looked over his shoulder and glared at her. His path didn't seem exactly random... He was leading her somewhere...

By the time she'd nearly caught him, they were back where this whole thing began: the schoolyard, where their "Ults Gone Wild" set-up was still being stared at with disapproving gazes. Seeing the sign made her blush with irritation. She really should have realized earlier that was what was going on and she would have if she'd just taken a couple of steps to the right and looked closer at their equipment.

"I'm warning you! One step closer and you're gonna regret it!" the sunglasses-wearing leader of the camera crew shouted, now with his back pressed up against the wall of the stage erection.

"You're gonna regret it... when I... scream into this megaphone so hard... I make... your brain... ooze out of your ears!" Komaru huffed, out of breath from sprinting to catch up with him. Her feet were blistering from running over the hot pavement with her bare feet. They really had gone a pretty good distance.

"I'm wearing headphones, dumbass," the guy scoffed. When she continued to advance further, he rapidly fiddled with settings on his phone.

To her alarm, just as she was raising the megaphone up to her lips, the giant screen embedded in the display turned on, showing an image of her surrounded by a veritable cloud of tanned, shirtless guys in sunglasses around poolside. A system message ran across the top, reading "BIG BOOBS NICE ASS AIRHEAD- ULTS GONE WILD UNCUT (NOT FOR TV)" with the triangular symbol for play next to it.

Komaru stopped and watched wide-eyed as the embarrassing memory played out in front of everyone in the school courtyard.

BIG BOOBS NICE ASS AIRHEAD- ULTS GONE WILD UNCUT (NOT FOR TV)

"Alright, so... What's my direction?" Komaru on the screen asked, crossing her hands at her lap and trying not to shoulder into any of the camera-men.

"You're looking a little stiff. Try raising your arms up over your head like you're on a roller-coaster, like you're really having fun. Listen to that sound coming out the radio and try to dance around with it. You know, make the school look like a really fun place to be."

"R-Right! It is fun, after all," Komaru agreed, then swung her hands up over her head, accompanied by a huge heave of her bosom. "Woo! Yay! I-Is that alright? Ha ha ha..." she asked, waving her arms and jutting her hips back and forth while the guys around all laughed with intentions different than her own.

"Great! It's a little stiff right now, so I'm going to have my guys help you out a little, really get that genuine happiness in there."

"Sure, what do you- eek! He he he he, stop that!" she gasped, as a number of the men around her closed in and lifted her t-shirt over her head, but not off, so that it blocked out her vision. Just as importantly, her breasts spilled out, bouncing excitingly as her body shivered with laughter. Unknown to her, the top was already sort of crooked, revealing the top side of one breast and the underside of the other. At the same time, others surrounded her, tickling her hips, her waist, and her armpits altogether. "Noooo! I'm really ticklish, he he he he! Stop stop stop!"

"Ooooh, Komaru-chan's ticklish? That's good, that's fun! Keep on her, boys! Make this one for the three-payments-of-$9.99 home video, you know what I'm saying?"

Komaru had no idea what the boss was referring to: all she could focus on was the fact that she felt like she was about to die from the laughter induced by this tickle **** from all fronts. She didn't even notice that the guys were getting pretty handsy, occasionally letting their hands travel to the undersides and sides of her breasts or right onto her ass-cheeks. "Heheheueeeeh! There's no way this needs to be on the official school video, right!? He he he he ha ha ha ha!" She thought she had to at least restore her sight; the shirt stuck over her head was worse than anything.

As Komaru grabbed at the shirt continuing to blind her, the ones tickling her discretely finished moving her top out of the way, exposing the pinkness of her nipples. To add to the effect, they grabbed her sides just below the breasts and alternated twisting each side, causing her heavy breasts to swing from side to side-- a staple of the "Gone Wild" series that they hoped to bring to their new Ults series. They even grabbed beneath her arms to get up and down movement, lifting her off her feet a few times to get her tits bouncing.

"Is my swimsuit okay? It feels chilly so I'm worried about, um... n-nevermind!"

"Don't worry! We'll edit out any unfortunate wardrobe malfunctions!" the director promised, even as he indicated for the camera crew to untie her bikini bottom.

Komaru jumped in front of the monitor and waved her arms, jumping to try to cover her jiggling boobs on screen, which ironically resulted in her real life boobs bouncing as well. "Cut it off already!"

"Sure thing. You just raise your hands, stay right there, and I'll walk away slowly..."

The girl stomped her foot angrily. "No way! I just saw what happened the last time you told me to raise your arms!" She backed up a slight distance, then pointed her megaphone up at the monitor. "Here's what I think about your three installments of $9.99!" She took a deep breath, then blasted her voice through the microphone, sticking her butt out towards the crowd and squinting her eyes in exertion. "IIIIII HAAAAAAATE UUUUULTS GOOOOOOONE WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!!!"

"Ha! Get real. That only worked on the van because we had the receivers and output turned way too high. There's no way that... eh... eeeh?!"

The giant TV, against all odds, began cracking from its center outward, before shattering into a rain of glass and sparks. As the host of Ults Gone Wild ran for cover and dived, it exploded, just like the car had moments ago. Komaru proudly stood with her fists on the hips of her bikini bottom. "Ha! I'm pretty good with this thing. Maybe using my voice was my talent all along?" She was so happy with her success, she'd nearly forgotten the guy had been broadcasting her boobs to the whole campus a moment ago. Then, she remembered. "Hey, you! Stay right where you are! The only thing left for you to do is hand over the memory card with the only remaining copy of that footage!"

"Me?! You nearly killed my camera crew and just caused another ten-thousand dollars in damages and you wanna destroy more?! You're a menace!"

"I-I didn't show everybody your boobs! Don't try to paint me like I'm the bad guy!" Komaru defended, approaching with her megaphone hoisted at him like it was a gun.

"You're a wild animal!" he continued, backing up further across the pavement.

"Well, you wanted me to go wild! Guess you got your wish," she finished, now standing with her legs spread, aiming directly down at him. "Hand it over!"

When that didn't happen, the two ended up in a stalemate for a while. Eventually, they both seemed to realize simultaneously that with him wearing headphones and not being made of electric components like the rest of the things Komaru had blown up today, he wouldn't explode or die-- she wasn't holding a real gun, after all. As soon as that hit, he began to climb up to his feet and start running again. Not willing to start the chase again, Komaru made a leap for him, tackling him to the ground and rolling across the pavement with him in a wrestling hold. Some of the camera crew from earlier watched (and recorded) as Komaru hit their boss over and over again with her fists while demanding he return the tape.

He was a larger guy, so there was really no reason he should concede this battle, but finally, he seemed to give up-- he'd been through too much. He raised her hands and let her take his headphones, which were in turn attached to his recording device. Satisfied, she cast them into the fire, destroying the last remaining copy of her video debut. She smiled with satisfaction, then used her fingers to fix what she believed to be a slight wedgie in the back of her bikini, but had really been showing her whole ass to the camera crew for a while. "And don't let me catch you jerks around here again!"

"Yeah, we weren't coming back anyway! This school's a **** trap!" the boss concluded, motioning for all of his badly burnt camera people to follow him to the nearest bus-stop. They didn't have any working vehicles left after the day's carnage.

"And you're not getting your megaphone baaack!" Komaru shouted through that very Ults Gone Wild megaphone. By the time the faculty finally showed up to help Komaru, she'd thoroughly dealt with the threat. It was a little embarrassing explaining it all later and she hated that a handful of students had seen the footage, but at least it was all behind her...

... Or that's what she thought until about a month later, flipping through midnight cable television.

BIG BOOBS NICE ASS MANIAC- ULTS GONE WILD "SAVAGE" REBRAND (TV EDIT)

"Hope's Peak Academy... A place where the greatest 18-year-olds around the nation live and study as the top in the nation. But this school hides a darker side. Outsiders beware: this school's students have a SAVAGE side!"

As the narrator emphasizes the word, various footage of the camera crew's cameras being shoved away by irritated ults played, followed by the central thrust of their video, the footage of Komaru beating the shit out of the director with only his eyes blurred over to protect his identity.

"These Ults are WILD and SAVAGE, lashing out without provocation at anyone who looks at them the wrong way! Tune in to see the MOST SAVAGE BEATDOWNS by Ults ever caught on camera! But of course, don't forget-"

The camera cuts to a view from behind of Komaru, seemingly lower body nude due to her wedgie, bouncing her lower body up and down upon the director's groin with a big "ULTS GONE WILD" logo in an explosion-shaped cartoon balloon to hide the exact action.

"- When Ults turn into animals, they want to -BLEEP- like animals too! Check out the law of the jungle in ULTS GONE WILD "SAVAGE" for just three installments of $9.99!"