12 - Mikan Tsumiki - Usami's Nice Helper

"Merry Christmas, one and all! It's me, Usami! Magical Miracle Girl Usami, your cutest and most squeezably soft Hope's Peak Academy administrator!"

On a lavish stage set up in the auditorium of the Academy, a rabbit-like doll sat in an armchair by a fireplace. She was wearing a holiday version of its usual holiday ensemble, with cozy red accents and white lining, and in her hands was a mug of hot cocoa, and she had a pleased, peaceful look on her face. She was currently alone on the left side of the stage, which was made up as a cozy living room on Christmas Eve with all the trimmings, although the room seemed set for a second participant.

The audience was filled with the students of Hope's Peak Academy... at least, the ones who hadn't been dragged off to some other production due to their bad behavior. No, this was the production for "nice" students, the do-gooders (or at least, the ones who kept their noses out of trouble). A handful of them gave polite applause for their teacher... Well, even though she called herself a teacher, none of them had ever had a class taught by her, making her a relatively distant figure. Presumably, she did something administrative? Even though she was a stuffed animal.

"Thank you, thank you!" Usami waved at the crowd, patting down the air as though she was silencing a much more raucous round of applause than she'd received. "I bet all of you good boys and girls are just happy to get excused from your classes, huh? Well, there's much more to look forward to, even for all of you walking at home! Yes, this is Hope's Peak's first Annual Official Actual Christmas Fundraiser: The Real One! If you're watching this, please considering donating with the link at the bottom of the screen! Your donations will go to exciting educational opportunities to enrich the lives of our students. And feel free to chime in with your comments and recommendations as well! We'll be monitoring them throughout the show, looking forward to your warm and fuzzy feedback. Love, love! Now, hopefully you're feeling nice and relaxed by this yuletide atmosphere, but don't get too relaxed! We have exciting fun and games, to be unlocked as we receive your donations. And these games will feature our special guest: the ultra-nice, super-lovely Ultimate Nurse, Miss Mikan Tsumiki!"

A spotlight appeared as the woman in question appeared: with a wide, awkward smile on her face, the nurse walked onto stage, wearing her usual apron and outfit except for a classic Santa cap perched atop her long, blunt-banged and randomly cut dark hair. She wasn't especially tall, but next to her doll-like teacher, her average height and nice body looked exceptional. She waved at the audience as she walked, noticing various cameras trained on her and nervously trying to give an appeal to each. "It's me! Magical Miracle Girl M-Mikan!"

Usami noticed a cord Mikan was walking towards. She hopped up and discretely shuffled it out of the accident-prone student's way. "Aha, so silly! You don't have to do that, Mikan."

"Oh?! B-but I thought..." Mikan stopped walking and grew a little red. "Gosh! I'm sorry, I'm already making an embarrassment of your important show! Please forgive me! I'll do better, I promise! I'll do my very best!"

"Of course, of course! Don't worry about it, it's all good vibes here. And we'll get rolling with all kinds of wintery fun as soon as the donations start coming in. It's... just taking a moment. Aha! There appears to be a question about our donation link. M-maybe something's up?" Monomi read something on the teleprompter screen in front of her, her brow creasing in a rare expression of consternation. "Um, um! There seems to be some confusion. You see, viewers at home, there are actually... two donothons going on right now! B-but I wanna be clear, this is the OFFICIAL Hope's Peak Academy donothon! There's another one which is, perhaps confusingly, also being run by a stuffed animal, but I wanna be clear: donations to that link will NOT support the fun, comfy, and educational benefits we're raising money for! Also, of course, only one show has the lovely Mikan Tsumiki, tee hee!"

"Y-yeah, and I'm doing my best," Mikan repeated herself. "I volunteered to help! A nurse's job is to help as much as possible."

"And what a helpful, lovely volunteer we got. I bet that nasty old Monokuma had to drag his 'volunteer' onto his show with ****... so scary! B-but I'm sure Hiyoko will be okay... Hang in there, Hiyoko! Your teacher is rooting for you!"

Mikan paused, looking nervous. "Eh? Hiyoko's on the other show? W-w-well, uh, no big deal! I'm sure audiences want to see me... j-just as much as Hiyoko! Right?"

"R-right!" Usami gulped, watching the teleprompter screen. "You all at home... can see the bonuses, right? And the exciting initiatives your donations help fund? It seems like a lot of you are... accidentally donating to the show my mean older brother is hosting. You aren't getting me mixed up with that creepy bear, are you?! Mikan here is ready to give it her all, but we can only unlock those goals if you donate to this show! A-and I know you all only have so much money come Christmas time, so... really consider what causes you want your money going towards, please!"

Mikan continued to shuffle awkwardly on stage as background music jingled and members of the audience began to murmur among themselves... after all, there didn't seem to be a show to interrupt. She took a seat and grabbed the extra mug of hot cocoa that was on the table next to the hostess. She took a sip and let out a little yelp, sticking out her burnt tongue. "Hueh...!! Uh, Miss Ushami, wha is tha firsht unlock, anyhow?"

"Yes, good! Let's talk about that. For the first donothon goal, we're going to gift Miss Mikan, the star of this show, her very own comfy Christmas nightwear, which she'll model for us right here!"

"Oh?!" Mikan looked totally surprised. "But I usually sleep in my underwear!"

There was a mixed reaction from the audience, including some laughter. Usami looked between her student and the cameras, waving her arms. "Ahah, um, Mikan, you can't talk about your underwear on a nice, clean program like this one! We don't want anyone forming any inappropriate images, or... Eh? Um... F-for some reason... completely unrelated to what we were just talking about, I'm sure... donations are starting to pour in! I guess the spirit of the season finally started to dawn on you all at home, huh? It isn't that some of you are imagining my precious, eighteen-year-old student in her unmentionables, is it?"

For her own part, Mikan looked pleased as punch, ignoring what the impetus for those donations might be. "Wow! I'm getting new clothes, and people even want to see me try them on? I never imagined, someone like me... It's like a Christmas miracle!"

"Yeah, you're right! I can't afford to look Santa's reindeer in the mouth. This is for a good cause! And the pajamas we selected for this are super comfy, super cozy, and super appropriate... Eh? Huh? I'm reading here... there are some new options, based on online comments and feedback... W-well! Apparently, the viewers at home are now going to get to vote on which exciting outfit you wear. And... apparently, the talented folks we have working behind the scenes have created some mockups of how these exciting outfits will look on... other students at the Academy? Do we have permissions...? W-well, it's just Christmas pajamas, anyway! I'm sure the nice students won't mind their likenesses being used for that purpose. Everyone's so agreeable and helpful, after all."

Ignoring a murmur in the audience, Usami powered through as a screen began to lower from the auditorium rafters. "First of all, option 1: the classic onesie, modeled by our very own Ultimate Detective, Kyoko Kirigiri! She's in the audience over there, and I bet she's jealous imagining the comfort and utility of this evergreen nightwear."

The camera offered a splitscreen view. On one side, a digital mockup of the Academy's well-known cool beauty, a famous detective, pulled down the front zipper of a onesie pajama garishly decorated in Christmas trees and itchy-looking red fabric. For whatever reason, the digital recreation had a seductive smile, and her gesture was revealing a good stretch of pale, bare skin at her chest, along with a middle glimpse of her decent cleavage. On the other side, an audience view showed the actual Kyoko watching with wide, startled eyes. She heard a question from a young man seated next to her and snapped at him angrily, shaking her head in denial.

Usami either didn't notice the pose of the model or chose to ignore it, moving on to the next. "Option 2: a playful boyshorts and T-shirt combo modeled by our Ultimate Gamer, Chiaki Nanami! This looks like the kind of cozy outfit Chiaki would wear for a snowed in day of gaming, doesn't it? Although... I object to that word! This is the nice show, remember?!"

A splitscreen view showed a shamelessly provactive view of Chiaki on her hands and knees with her butt to the camera, looking back with her heavy-lidded eyes focused on the viewer and her lips slightly parted. If the tee-shirt had any kind of notable decoration, it was hidden, but her hanging and clearly braless breasts could barely be seen around the wide expanse of her ass that filled the camera. The part Usami had objected to was clearly the word "NAUGHTY" written in silver glitter across the seat of the tight red boyshorts, reading like an invitation for somebody's hand on the student's slappable bottom. For her part, the actual student was shown to be asleep in the audience, with her friends trying to shake her and wake her up to see what was being shown.

Usami cleared her throat. "Finally, Option 3: it's... babydoll lingerie?!" her squeaky voice squealed in horror.

Before she could do anything to stop it, the slideshow continued without waiting for her introduction. It showed the popular blonde Ultimate Pianist of Hope's Peak Academy, Kaede Akamatsu, in what was basically a pinup pose, propped on her knees with her hands behind her head and thrusting forward her chest. The garment was festive enough, but lacking in most other ways of being appropriate: it was made of sheer red fabric with white lining at the bottom. It did nothing to hide the lacy and intricate bra and panty set the digital recreation of Kaede was wearing beneath, and her healthy, fair skin was mostly exposed. Her face, winking and blowing a kiss, did nothing to make subtle the intended reaction from this image. Speaking of reactions, the young woman in the audience made an audible yelp, and could be seen trying to cover the eyes of a young man seated next to her, who was nursing a nose bleed.

Usami rose to her feet, setting her mug aside and putting her stubby arms on her hips. "Are you naughty boys playing around back there? Most of these are completely inappropriate for school! I'm making an executive decision: Option 1 is the winner, and there's no need to unzip it like that surprisingly saucy Ultimate Detective did. Bring out option 1!"

As a louder festive jingle played over someone in the audience trying to explain that they had never modeled or agreed to model an outfit in that way, a rolling clothesrack was pushed onto the stage from the right. The promised onesie swung on a hanger, clattering as it came to a stop. Mikan inspected it with a giggle. "This is what people wanna see me wear, huh...? Well, if people want it enough to pay for it, who am I to say no?"

"P-please don't make that a general principle," Usami commented quietly. "A-also, please wait a second, we're closing the curtain!!"

Mikan frowned, having already dropped her skirt (but still being mostly hidden behind her apron from the audience's view). "Oh! I j-just thought it'd be best for ratings if... Oh, gosh, I'm sorry!!"

As the star got changed behind the curtain, a fairly large murmur was passing through the crowd of students, who were now getting suspicious of just how this donothon was planning on raising funds. Everyone had been quietly nervous that Mikan might be exploited, but that same concern was now being extended to every pretty and popular young woman in the audience, as well. Some were arguing they needed to leave and not be part of it; others were pointing out that if their likenesses were going to be used anyway, wouldn't it be better to at least be present to protest?

In any case, while some might be upset about their roles, none of them were the star. The curtain opened back up to find that star finishing zipping up her new onesie as much as she intended to. Apparently, she thought the half-unzipped state the sultry psuedo-Kyoko had worn it in was the way it was supposed to be done, leaving her own bare chest half-exposed down the middle. The cameras weren't shying away from showing that her underwear had been removed in the redressing and was now lying in a neat pile with her other clothes. "It's actually not bad, eheh! It's... o-only a little itchy. Well, that's why I normally sleep in the buff-"

"What happened to sleeping in your underwear?!" Usami complained. "Geez... This is supposed to be a nice show, not like that naughty Monokuma's. Well, whatever! Mikan, those PJs look so cute on you! Why don't you do a little turn and show everyone?"

"Ah, um, sure!" Eager to please, the maid began to slowly turn in place. It wasn't especially graceful, but she seemed to understand that it'd be over too quickly if she did it too fast. "It seems a little tight on the legs... I wonder how it looks in the back?"

What Mikan was commenting on was a polite young woman's way of acknowledging these pajamas seemed to be a size too small for their wearer. They were clinging tightly to the plump curves of her enticing thighs, and were snug tight to the curve of her hips. A bit too snug, actually... a murmur ran through the audience as the butt flap of the pajamas snapped open and peeled down to reveal the ass that was trying to escape. The cameras didn't miss the chance to get a zoom-in on the pale cheeks now bare to the air.

Usami looked at the teleprompter. "Don't tell her... Keep rolling like this...? Well... the donations are really coming in, but... Th-that's enough showing it off, Mikan! You can turn around now."

Mikan giggled as she did. "It's kinda funny! The seat is actually the only part that doesn't itch." From the front, it became clear the suit actually wasn't doing much better: with every breath, it seemed like the zipper was trying to creep a little lower to her navel, as if her breasts were trying to break free as well.

"You don't say," Usami muttered nervously. "Well, would you look at that! Mysteriously, the pace of donations have picked up... a lot. For reaching the second donothon goal, we've put something nice into our guest star's Christmas stocking! Why don't you show the audience what's in there?"

Mikan gasped, crossing her hands in front of her mouth. "Presents? For me?! Gosh, I almost never get any... Hehe! I wonder if Hiyoko got any on her show?"

"Probably... It seems like Monokuma's donothon is doing well in terms of donations. Disturbingly so! And it also seems like that meanie copied all of my donation milestones..."

The nurse folded her hands and gave a sunny smile to the camera. "Is that so? Well, that's nice! Hiyoko deserves gifts, too. But I bet she's gonna be really jealous when I show her... this!" The nurse reached into the stocking Usami was holding out and withdrew one of the stocking stuffers. "Ta-da! It's candy! It's the biggest candy I've ever gotten in my life."

"Uh-huh," the rabbit agreed, squinting and seeing it foe the first time. "I bet there's no way Monokuma's giving the star candy on HIS show. Meanwhile, our lovely organizers arranged for you to get a weird candy cane and... is that lipstick?"

"Oh! So it is! Wow, I never wear makeup like this, eheh! They must be trying to make me look extra pretty for the camera, huh? Well, I'll try it on right now!" She looked into one of the cameras showing her face (the ones showing her ass seemed to conveniently change image whenever they entered her field of view). Using it as a mirror, she puckered her lips and carefully put on a shockingly bright-green layer of lipstick. "I'm... not really sure green is my color. Actually, do people normally wear green lipstick?"

Usami shook her head dumbly. "I think you're supposed to eat the candy cane, too."

"Oh, can I?! I was just gonna save it for later, but if you think people would want to watch me... I guess Christmas is about sharing those kinds of things, huh?" Mikan raised the candy cane in front of her face, observing it more closely. "Its so strange to have one without the stripes, though... W-well, even if it's discount, defective candy, it's more than I normally get! So I appreciate it. Aaah...~" The nurse opened her mouth wide for the girth of the pure white candy cane, fitting her lips around it and beginning to suck. It was a noisy action, and the auditorium seemed to go quiet, amplifying it even more. As her green-painted lips slid up and down, it began to stain the surface with a lipstick smear, which seemed to be the concept of the two gifts given together. Mikan plucked her lips from it and gave the camera another sunny smile. "Oh, I get it! It's like an activity, not just candy. But it looks like I didn't get the other end... how do I...?"

Working through it in her head, Mikan held the now-stripy sucked end and rotated it so she could suck on the untouched curved end, pocketing it into her mouth sidelong and allowing her cheek to puff out as she tried her best to spread the color distribution. She continued to suck with determination, her tongue occasionally flitting out to lick along the surface. The camera made sure to get close-ups of this from every angle. The previously quiet crowd gained some volume as some cleared their throat and others shifted with new discomfort in their seats.

Still not done, the nurse inspected her handiwork. Of course, the work she'd just done had been pretty spotty: her mouth had been **** open, so she hadn't been able to get her lips around most of it. It'd just have to do. However, there was a part between the curved hook of the cane and the base that still had no color at all.

Usami realized what was happening. "Mikan, that's... y-you don't need to-"

"No, I'll do it! For Christmas, and the donothon, I'll do my best!" Mikan opened her jaw wider in preparation, then placed her lips around the end of the shaft once again. With an uncomfortable gesture, she gradually slid it further back into her mouth, then presumably her throat, allowing her to stretch her lips to nearly the start of the cane's hook. She screwed her eyes shut with effort, and bits of spittle began to dribble from the corners of her mouth as she deep-throated the candy in a way that nobody, not even the increasingly lewd comments the show was receiving on line, had asked for. By the time she was done, she'd gotten the candy cane green, but the she'd made an even bigger mess of her own face, with tears at the corners of her eyes and a gross cough as she popped it out of her mouth. "H-how was that?"

"... I can tell you were doing your best. Giving your best is always cute, no matter how it looks!"

"Aw, gee, you'll make me blush! I worked really hard not to vomi-"

"P-please don't say that word on my cute show!" Usami begged. The stuffed rabbit groaned as it looked around the stage at various cameras all searching for good angles of her student and monitors that flickered their image as soon as they got too close to letting poor Mikan in on the joke. "Ooh, I've had enough! We're going on to the finale, and it's gonna be nice, and cute and fun and lovely! Our guest star is going to give us a charming-- but family friendly-- roleplay where you catch her under the mistletoe at a party! Kyaaa! It's a little spicy... well, it's actually as spicy as I was intending for this to get, but it's not naughty! Love is healthy, and romantic roleplay is part of healthy student development. Anyway, Mikan, you just read off the-"

"Oh m-m-my!" the nurse exclaimed, nearly falling out of her chair with her face growing red and heart beating fast. "M-m-mistletoe?! At a party?! I've barely been invited to any parties... a-and I always step around mistletoe, so I don't end up bothering anyone. Wh-who catches me under it, I wonder...? I need to know who to apologize to."

"No, um, you're misunderstanding. It's an audience roleplay, so you're supposed to imagine all the boys and-"

"ALL of them?! Wow... So many boys want to kiss me, ehehe... I'm really popular in this roleplay! I wonder which boy I should start with?"

"No, not-- I'm not saying you should just start roleplaying with all the boys!"

"Oh? Oooh! Not the boys. I see, I understand... That kind of thing is popular and good for the ratings, too. Is it okay if I just start with the one I think is most likely to catch me under a mistletoe?"

"Well, I wanna say no, but... I'm starting to get excited by the idea of you exploring your idea of love! And also this seems to be pretty swell for the viewership, so... I'm going to swallow my concerns about this and give my approval. And, in advance, I'd like to thank all of our nice students for agreeing to participate! You should know that all of you will be getting a special extracurricular merit for it, I'm now authorizing! And you should also be aware that any student who makes our lovey-dovey special star cry during this last sequence will be subject to disciplinary action. It's just roleplay, and rejecting her might hurt her feelings, so please try to bear with it. I mean, deal with it!"

By this point, a number of students had realized they should have followed their first instincts and fled the auditorium as soon as the show went off the rails. A few were trying it now, and coming to a startling realization: the doors leading out of the auditorium were locked.

And meanwhile, on the stage... the star could no longer be seen.

A spotlight had begun to trail her as she found her way into the audience, a strange flush on her face and a bit of drool trailing from the corner of her mouth as she indulged in a fantasy. Between her odd, stumbling walk, her half-open onesie pajamas, and her gaudy makeup, she looked like an entirely different person from the shy girl who'd walked onto the stage earlier. "Oooh, wow... Everyone loves me... Everyone wants to forgive me and kiss me! Even girls, uhehehe... even Kaede!" With a declaration, her eyes swept to the Pianist in the aisle alongside her. She scrambled over the boy sitting next to him, not caring how her open-flapped butt became exposed to him, and grabbed Kaede's face in her hands. "Oh, dear... You're always practicing so hard, you haven't been taking care of yourself, have you? That's why you're so hot and feverish... I can feel it. But it's okay! If you kiss a nurse like me under the mistletoe, you can definitely pass me your sickness... I'll take it on for you, okay? I'm gonna take it now...~"

The cameras zoomed in to catch Mikan pecking at Kaede's lips, squished into a pucker by her own hands, with her own green ones, lost in her own romantic roleplay. She zipped from one prey to the next so quickly that the cameras had to work to keep up. People were yelling and clearing the area as she pounced onto Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer, next, winding her fingers into the other woman's long blue locks. "I want to know more about your strange condition, Tsumugi... A patient with a weird disease and a nurse are a perfect fit, right? We should kiss and then hook up! Right now!"

Leaving two green-printed victims behind her, the terrifying roleplayer climbed over an aisle of chairs to reach a target behind. "Oh, Chiaki... Did you sleepwalk here? To end up here under the mistletoe, of all places, it must be a magnetic attraction! Yes, I'll accept your invite and give your sleepy face all kinds of kisses! Muwah, muah, mu-mu-mu-muwah!"

"Sonia! Wowie, are you looking to make me your personal royal physician?! Under the mistletoe, even a princess and a commoner are equals... Yes, we're all equals, and we can all love each other without anyone looking down on us as unforgivable freaks or weirdos! Love love, eheheh! Muwah! You too, Ibuki! I'll give you some extra color!! Chuuu!~"

"Mahiru? Are you trying to stop me? I know you're shy like that... You don't have to pretend while we're alone, you know?" Mikan raved to her friend in front of an audience full of terrified strangers, some of whom were working to grab her from behind and pin her down now, any embarrassment about her bare bum long forgotten. "Don't you want to take a photo of our first kiss?! It's Christmas, after all! A holiday memory! Now... Hiyoko! Where is she? She's forgiven me and wants to kiss me too, right? Tonight, she and I should kiss and make up! I'll-- hiyeh-- puuh!"

The nurse's eyes finally rolled back in her head as Sakura, the Ultimate Martial Artist, finished applying a sleeper hold.

The mountain of a woman gasped, then wiped sweat from her forehead. "I have never met a woman her size that could resist incapacitation for so long..." She turned her head to the stage as she helped Mahiru up off the floor, shouting with severity in her voice despite their teacher-student status. "Usami! Let that be a lesson to you not to play with a young woman's heart during the season of greatest unrest. The yearning of the loveless during Christmastime... It is not to be trifled with."

Usami covered her head as she stared at the drooling, **** young woman with the messy face and barely-on pajamas that was supposed to be her cute, lovely star for the evening. "Boo hoo... How did it come to this? Even though everything was supposed to be for peace and love... Students these days are too unstable! I have to do better as a teacher... next year!"

The audience groaned, apparently not satisfied that the lesson had been fully absorbed.

"Oh... I guess I'm probably getting fired for this, huh," Usami admitted with clearer eyes. "Even though I did my best, and even though I just did what the teleprompters told me to... B-but if I'm going down, I know that bear is, too! The donations to his fund also got pretty bananas. I just hope all the other students are doing all right...! Actually, if my star ended up this bad, Monokuma's might be a b-b-bloodbath! Hang in there, Hiyoko!!"