13- Hiyoko Saionji - Monokuma's Naughty Helper (by MidbossMan)

"Ho ho hooo! And meeerry Christmas! Did Santa get all you brats out there just what you wanted for Christmas? Not me! Santa doesn't visit people like me. We live in a society that separates people into good and bad, you see, based on their own short-sighted morals, and that means that my house gets skipped every single year. All I want is a Cross Back Golden Arowana... to keep as a pet, of course. That tightwad never coughs it up! So this year, I'm asking for something else entirely!"

As the wisecracking headmaster of Hope's Peak Academy prattled on, a swirl of red and green circular spotlights lit up the stage, moving like the barrels of a revolver, complete with a gun-firing noise playing on each spin. When the red one finally hit the podium after the sixth shot, a stuffed bear doll leaped out from behind, crossing his arms at his round belly and resting his stubby feet on either side of the pedestal. His white-and-black body and ominous red eye had become commonplace to the students studying at the academy, but was probably sort of alarming for anyone tuning in for the first time. A red Santa cap lined with white fur had been added, giving him the bare minimum of festive spirit.

"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy's Donation-Happy Donathon! Uuu-pu-pu-pu! I am your host and headmaster, Monokuma! This is the special time of the year where you all reach deep into your pockets and pull out all the change you've stolen out the coin returns of every drink machine, all to fund this lovely school of ours that keeps the 18-year-and-up brats happy and healthy!" As he said this, he ironically flashed the claws out of one of his otherwise featureless paws and illuminated his red eye in a threatening way. "We're the only fund-raiser this school's got, so you better give generously! If you don't, I can't promise your safety! If you change the channel, we're immediately going to Punishment Time!!"

A voice spoke up from the audience to interrupt him. "That's not right, is it? Co-Headmaster Usami is putting on a different fundraiser donathon in the next room over, from what I heard. It's going to be a warm display of everything the people expect from Ultimates... Ah... I wish I was in the audience right now! It's sure to be inspiring and full of hope!" the creepy student explained with a shiver in his voice, holding his long fingers to his shoulders to stop himself from literally shaking with anticipation. "Oh, but we have no one to blame for this but ourselves. That show is for the 'Nice' list where real Ultimates belong. A guy with no talents like myself belongs in the 'Naughty' show with the rest of you, ha ha..."

"Your talent has nothing to do with it, Strech! It's because you guys are the bottom of the barrel, trouble-makers that have gotten into all kinds of hijinks and made my life a hell over the past year! Rude, gross, mean, icky, violent-- but not as violent as I'd like-- and even Problematic, as decided in the undebatable forum of social media! That's why you bastards are stuck with me. We're going to make the best of a bad situation though. It'll be a plucky underdog story-- the Naughty brats all come together to make a show that's twice as good as Hope Academy's Goody Two Shoes Donathon! Uuupupupu!" Monokuma chuckled, then sat down on the podium, allowing his feet to dangle and kick the air idly. "And when I get all the donations, I'm gonna use them to build super exciting new laboratories all over the school. They'll each be designed to the specific talents of you students and they'll feature lots of great stuff like hammers and knives and gold-leaf bamboo swords you can use to kill each other."

"K-Kill each other?!" a high-pitched male voice shouted from the crowd.

"Yeah, kill each other, because you're all so damn annoying! It's not my fault if it happens just because I give you lots of great tools to do it with and people love the genre. Don't read into it too much," Monokuma responded, waving one paw lazily. "At any rate, we're predicting that there's not gonna be too much buy-in just out of the kindness of people's hearts, so we have special donathon goals to go along with it too! Our special guest star today is that blond beauty who always grows breasts the size of her head whenever we do one of these 18-and-up universes, but she's got such a bad attitude that she's practically the star for naughty students: Ms. Hiyoki Saionji, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer!"

A girl appeared on stage, clad in a festive green kimono tied around the waist with a gold-and-red obi with a flower-like bow high on the waist, perhaps meant to resemble a poinsettia flower. From her cute face, with big, orange-brown eyes, to her fancy ponytail in a large, claw-like curl behind her head, modified from the two-tailed style she wore when she was younger, and especially considering her talent denoting elegance and grace, she looked like a perfect candidate for the Nice list. As soon as she took the center of the stage, however, her personality became apparent. Instead of bowing, she raised one eyebrow and lowered the other while leaning forward at the audience, seeming more irritated at them than the headmaster. "Heeey, you dumbass delinquents. Why am I here in the Naughty room instead of the Nice room, huh? My grades aren't even that bad. One of you should get up here and do this instead of me!"

"Eh, all that matters is if you've got the big bouncy balloons for it!"

"Mine aren't as big as that gross maso-mechanic bitch that's also in the audience, make her do it!"

"G-Gross maso-mechanic?! You're calling a genius like me a name like that on live TV?!" a voice stammered from the audience, followed by unsettling moaning.

Monokuma shook his head, looking undisturbed. "No, no. She's already got an unpublished chapter sitting in drafts. This one's all about you," the headmaster sighed. "As donations roll in, we're going to have special incentives, all stolen directly from the other program! Only the way we do them will be way, way better. If you haven't watched the other program, don't-- just take my word for it. Mutual trust is important."

"Who's going to donate to a stupid program like this anyway? Every time you open your mouth you make this place sound like some kind of insane asylum for psychos, like nobody would ever choose to attend it with somebody like you as headmaster," Hiyoko complained, holding her fists at her hips as she stood among the festive decor, including a fully dressed Christmas tree, festive streamers, a multitude of wrapped presents, and a big, two-seat couch with a blanket draped over its surface. The only thing tipping anybody off that something was amiss was that all the stockings above the fireplace were stuffed to bursting with coal-- almost like they were intended to be used as bludgeoning weapons-- and the blanket reading "SANTA'S NAUGHTY BRAT" in less than tasteful red woven yarn across its surface.

"Hm... You're right! Back when I was in video game publishing, I learned a few things sell: **** and sex. Surprisingly, the latter is the more controversial of the two, but I digress, it works for today! So without getting into specifics, I'll just say, there might be a little something-something related to the other definition of naughty if you all choose to donate! Open those wallets and unzip those pants!"

"Wah-huuuh?! What are you talking about?" Hiyoko questioned as murmuring broke out among the studio audience composed of her classmates. She grabbed up one of the stockings from the fireplace then began patting it up and down in one hand threateningly. "You better not be talking about me, or I'm gonna give that cheap stuffing you're made of some extra lumps!"

"Hey! **** against the headmaster is forbidden, that's... well, it's not in the rules, those don't exist here, but it's common sense, right?!"

Hiyoko's eyes twitched with indignation and, rather than at the studio audience, she turned her disgusted eyes towards the cameras, looking straight at you, the viewer. "And you all, you scummy pervos watching at home with your pants around your ankles! If you even think about watching me while you're touching those smelly dicks of yours, you're gonna regret it! Ugh, I'm seriously gonna throw up... Can't you scumbags and all your sperms just shrivel up and die so I don't have to think about it any more? If it weren't for you all, I probably wouldn't even be in this situation! Guys like you all seriously gross me out! Why don't you get a date for Christmas instead of watching stuff like this?!"

"Huff huff... Careful... Some people like being talked to that way," Monokuma cooed, growing red in the face for a moment, before suddenly jumping like a lightbulb had gone off in his head. "Bingo! Donations are rolling in! Ba ha ha ha!"

"N-No way!"

"Yes way! You're capturing a pretty nice cross-section of the audience between guys who get off to being talked down to and guys who hate being talked down to so much they want you punished for it. Anyway, we're at our first donation goal! Let's see what that dumb rabbit cooked up for the first goal. The card reads, ahem... 'For reaching the first donathon goal, we're gifting you, the star of our show, your own comfy Christmas nightwear.'"

"I get a gift? Really?" Hiyoko asked, seeming momentarily skeptical, then brightening up with a ditzy smile. She giggled into the sleeves of her gorgeous, fur-lined winter kimono. "Ha ha! Why didn't you say so? You're always so dumb, Monokuma, but I didn't know you were a tsundere too! I wouldn't have complained so much if I knew you were planning to give me free stuff like a real TV show does!"

Monokuma made a low growl, but instead of rising to the provocation, he simply laughed and raised a small mallet in one hand. "Right you are! It's Punishment Time! Or... the reverse of that. It's Gift-Giving Time!" The bear smashed a big red button on the podium with his hammer excitedly, while the more perceptive in the audience sweat bullets, worried about what was going to happen to Hiyoko for defying the headmaster. At best, she'd probably wrapped up like a Christmas present with a bow on her head. At worst, she'd probably be vacuum-sealed with no air inside of a similar package...

Soon enough, as if directly responding to their worries, a sort of shower-curtain in the style of green-and-red, sparkling gift wrap came down, hiding her figure except for the shape of it in silhouette. A team of bear stylists, identical to Monokuma, appeared all around, holding scissors, tape, and wrapping materials. They jumped inside the curtain and set to work in a flurry of snipping, taping, and tearing, resulting most immediately in all the pieces of her kimono, from the obi, to the garment sleeves, to more important looking parts, all being tossed out from behind the curtain, littering the stage. In mere seconds, the very curvaceous figure of the Ultimate Dancer could be discerned, tugging shut the curtains as the Monokuma clones stumbled around like they were intentionally trying to knock it over. "You idiot bear! That outfit was worth way, way more than you're going to make in your stupid donathon! Don't you have any idea of the value of things, or does your idiot bear brain measure everything in honey?!"

Monokuma kicked one leg, looking dejected. "Yeah, in hindsight, I probably should have stuck that in a suitcase, told you I'd give it back later, and conveniently forgot. Sometimes I don't think through the value of things you humans value, like money, clothes, or human life..." He perked back up, then hit the button again. "Anyway! Let's keep going!"

There was a sound like more gift-wrapping, including Hiyoko screaming and obviously being spun around like a mummy behind the curtain. Every now and then, her butt would hit the curtain, fluttering it and giving a brief glimpse of her hips in yellow-and-pink, flower-patterned panties. Finally, the bears seemed to finish, exiting the curtain under its lower hem and wiping sweat from their brows. "The surgery's complete!" they announced.

"Then let's see the patient!"

The curtain dropped around Hiyoko's feet. Somehow, despite all signs to the contrary, she had not been gift-wrapped. Instead, she was clad in brown, reindeer-hooded pajamas, with fake antlers on the hood. There was no way to stuff her hair into that hood, so nobody had bothered trying to. A red ball nose, lighting on and off like a Christmas tree's bulb, was placed upon her nose. A few of the badder attitudes in the audience began laughing, thinking she'd been dressed up like a child to fit her bratty personality, but those with keener eyes spotted the major point of the outfit that she was hiding with her hands. Where the major dark brown parts of a deer's fur ought to be, there was indeed soft, cozy fur. Where the rest was-- the center of the breasts all the way down to the groin, in other words-- there was nothing but flesh. The outfit did have a zipper, but it looked designed to remain permanently unzipped down to the spot between her legs so that it was covered by the slimmest of margins, enough to reveal the shaven spot above her sex.

Most of the audience gasped along with her in horror, while a few others rose and applauded. They were the naughty students, after all.

"T-This isn't comfy at all! And it's certainly not something I'd ever sleep in you... you stupid-head!" she complained, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes despite her attempts to put on a fearsome face.

"Oh? Maybe the back's better in the front. Let me just turn this knob..." her tormentor mumbled, fiddling with a remote atop the podium.

The same spotlight roulette from the opening of the show started up again and along with it, the entire stage began to spin, minus a few fixed pieces like the fire-place. Hiyoko held her hands out to her sides for balance, momentarily revealing a substantial amount of cleavage and her cute belly, before her entire body spun along with the stage. She ended up falling forward, grabbing onto the fireplace mantle for support, while sticking her butt out to the audience. The reverse reindeer-suit effect continued to the back, where the soft flesh of her butt was completely uncovered in a circular cutout with a fluffy reindeer tail just above the crack. As soon as she realized where the audience was looking, she crossed her hands there to cover it, leaning against the wall with her cheek. "You toad-faced, bug-eyed pervs! E-Everybody turn your chairs around already! Why are you watching this?!"

"I think they're great, personally. You can take a shit without having to take it off! What could be more convenient?" Monokuma asked her, lying on his desk and looking far more comfy than she did. "I think our streaming audience is loving it too, because donations are coming in paw-over-claw! Well, Hiyoko, not all motives are created equal. If you didn't like that last one, maybe the next incentive will be the one that gets you in the slaying spirit?"

"S-Slaying?!"

"Yeah, like you kids say... slaying... like you're wearing new clothes and you're slaying in it? Sheesh, you all gotta stop thinking I'm trying to **** you or something! Anywho, the next one reads... 'For reaching the second donathon goal, we've put something nice into our guest star's Christmas stocking! Why don't you tell the audience what's in there?'"

Hiyoko ought to be happy to have one that didn't sound so directly related to humiliating her, but instead, she clenched her fists and looked even closer to crying. She'd moved onto the couch so that she could sit there and cross her legs for modesty, while using her arms to cover up her breasts. "That's so stupid! I already saw all of the stockings! I even picked them up earlier, remember? It's all coal! Lumpy, black, and useless for anything besides throwing into a furnace, just like half of your mangy bear pelt! I'm not opening up a stocking just to see all the coal!"

"Hey, I'm not the one getting de-pelted this special!" Monokuma complained. "Those stockings aren't yours, dummy. The stocking we've got for you is something else entirely! Of course, this is my fun show that's way better than my hare-brained sister's, so I'm spicing it up with a Monokuma Mystery Prize Selection!"

The bear gestured towards the Christmas tree that had been sitting stationary at one corner of the set. It suddenly fell forward with alarming ****, causing Hiyoko to retreat to the other side of the couch with a scream. The tree had fallen over because a secret compartment of the wall had spun out, ruining the symmetry of the set created by the fireplace. Atop this mantle were three different stockings, each with different shapes and colors. There was a pretty shabby looking green one, a festive red one that looked totally overstuffed, and a gold one that looked more normally shaped.

"Your task, our beloved guest star, is to tell us what's in each one! Whichever you ultimately pick, you must eat the contents of it!"

"E... Eat? But if it's all coal, I'd..." Hiyoko gulped, shivering with terror on her face as she tried to imagine how she'd **** something like that down.

"Again, you're getting entirely the wrong vibe from this. It's not coal! Everything in those stockings is entirely edible. In fact, I think you'd even like the taste of these festive treats! Uupupu..."

"Well... Why didn't you say so?" Hiyoko murmured, grabbing the blanket up off the couch so she could approach the stockings while covering her immodest reindeer outfit. Not expecting much, she began to examine each of the stockings with a sour expression on her face. She started with the one she most obviously didn't want to deal with, the green one. "This one smells funny... I really don't want to open it."

"But you gotta!"

"..." Hiyoko grumbled, gingerly pinching it at the corners and opening it up to peer inside with one eye. Unable to see anything, she moved it a little closer to her face. "There's nothing in this one. It's as empty as your skull."

"Mmmmm, but there's soooomething in there. Can't you think of what might be in that crusty, well-used, funny smelling sock that'd fit really well over a guy's private parts that a girl like you would like to eat? Try to think of things you'd normally find in a sock and I'll bet you'll figure it out-"

"Next! I'm not picking that suspicious one," she sighed, throwing the green sock into the fireplace. "Let's see what's in the red one. It's... ugh!" she groaned, dropping it as soon as she opened it a little bit.

"What's the matter? It's pretty common reindeer food."

"I-It's full of..." Hiyoko stuttered, sounding hesitant to say the word.

"Needles?" an off-screen member of the audience asked in a surprisingly elegant but partially muffled voice, as though talking through a face-mask. "In my studies, I've read of presenting others with treats that have needles hidden inside. A devious way to torment those who have breached your trust, practiced in rural villages-"

"No, worse. Carrots! The whole thing is full of raw carrots..."

"... That... Seems pretty doable, especially if they're washed." The audience member sounded somehow disappointed.

"No way! Carrots totally ick me out... I'm not eating that! The third stocking had better be something good..." Hiyoko moved on with an air of finality, though she set the second sock aside for consideration just in case something even worse was in number #3. She clutched the NAUGHTY blanket to her chest with an air of trepidation while using her free hand to gently open the final stocking. "Oh no, it's... it's...!"

"Gravy? The gravy of a man!" a certain audience member dressed as a chef suggested.

"That was the first sock," Monokuma quieted him, flashing his claw once again. "Hiyoko, tell us what was in the third sock, then eat all of it."

"It's chocolates! Fancy ones, too! I've never seen chocolates like these, they must be foreign!" she announced, raising both her hands in celebration and momentarily forgetting the blanket, which flopped to the ground, exposing her front once again as her breasts bounced along with her for joy. Realizing what she'd done, she grabbed the blanket off the rug, then shot daggers at Monokuma with a stormy glare. "I can pick this one? The chocolates?"

"Aw, what the heck. I must have put that totally normal stocking out there by accident. Why not? Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!"

With a rare smile on her face, Hiyoko took the stocking over to the couch, actually looking a little cozy, then began to unwrap the individual chocolates and pop them into her mouth one after another. Her purr of satisfaction revealed her to have something of a sweet-tooth-- especially for expensive treats. She pressed one hand to her cheek, unintentionally smearing some chocolate there with one hand as her deer nose illuminated the rest of her face a flickering red. "Mmm! They're really good! I'm finally feeling warm and Christmas-y... Finally something good came out of all of this!" It seemed like the rosy color of her cheeks wasn't fading. Somehow, the chocolates had managed to win her over in spite of everything.

"I'll say! Our next donations are in. I guess people really wanted to see what'd happen on number 3 even though nothing **** happened with number 2, huh?"

"That just goes to show you that people'll donate a lot more if you're nicer to me, doesn't it? If you'd just made this a Feed Hiyoko Yummy Chocolate Donathon, you'd have reached your goal and then some a long time ago," Hiyoko asked through a mouth full of chocolate, seeming increasingly smug as she ran through all of the candy in the stocking without getting punished for it. "People want to see me happy, not suffering because of all of your brain-dead gooner stuff."

Ignoring her provocations-- at least verbally, seeing as a menacing red had spread over his face and his body was quivering-- Monokuma read out the final donathon reward. 'For reaching our final donathon goal, we've got a special surprise for the viewers. 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!'" He blinked a few times, then growled. "I accidentally read the part they put in for that dumb sister of mine. I object to most of that language, but the rest of it's not bad. How's about it, Dancer? You dance-y types know a lot about improv theater, right?"

"Huh? Dance?" Hiyoko asked, sounding sort of out of it. She was nearly finished burning through all of the chocolates in her sock, seeming to possess a second-stomach for candy. By this point, her face had somehow gotten smeared with any more chocolate stains, and some of it had even gotten onto her cleavage, which she was no longer remembering to hide. "Dance under the mistletoe? Like what, a whore?"

"Your words, not mine!" Monokuma laughed. "Now deploying the mistletoe! As a little extra incentive, any additional donations past our goal will go directly toward the Ultimate Dancer here, to replace that kimono her daddy probably bought her! I'm sure that a million dollars is a good motivater for somebody to step outside their comfort zone and do things they wouldn't dream of doing, uupupupu! I gotta write that down for future use..."

"He he he... I get paid for this? Now you're talking buh... beaver? What were you again?" Hiyoko questioned, looking vaguely dizzy as the green and red lights began to circle once more. As the gun-shot sound effect went off once again, the stage began to rotate a little more slowly this time, and a candy-cane striped pole extended out of the center of the stage, running up into the roof with a dash of mistletoe hanging from the very top. She turned on the couch to look at it, then scratched at her loose bangs. "Huh? That's uh... A striper pole? I can make a million bucks?"

"Stripper, you're missing a 'p'" Monokuma corrected her, then waved one hand dismissively. "Eh, think of one million as the top of the reward structure in a commissions based job! It all depends on how generous you are to our viewers and how stingy they are with their donations! What you do now is really none of my business and you can't blame me for any of it, by the way. We already reached my goal-- probably way faster than dumb Usami hit hers. I don't even know if you can do this type of dance, really. It almost seemed like why not install a big pole in the middle of the room in case we get to use it, you know?"

"Are you doubting I can do a shexy dance?" Hiyoko questioned, sitting up straight. The sudden jolt of movement had caused the fetish reindeer pajamas to sag off her shoulders, now barely covering the parts of her chest that needed to be covered. "I'm the Ultimate Dancer, I can do ANYTHING."

"After eating a whole sock full of liquor chocolates, I'll just bet you could!"

"Yeah, a whole sock of liq'rish... liquor... lick-lipping chocolates," she giggled, then snorted loudly with amusement at what was apparently a joke she thought she'd made. As the music of the donathon picked up with the sound of jingling sleigh bells and the stage continued to rotate, she rose up onto the back of the chair, keeping the blanket wrapped around her waist so that the words NAUGHTY BRAT were wrapped tightly around the curve of her bottom. She stuck it out towards the crowd, then clumsily grabbed up high on the pole with both of her hands. She smushed her chocolate-smeared cheek against it and began to gyrate her hips in a circle, amazingly matching the rhythm of the dance music despite her drunken state. A dopey grin rested on her face as she teased the crowd with shakes of her deer tail. At least one audience member was really getting into it and the other seemed to be holding him back from jumping onto the stage.

She recognized their desire to get their hands on her and teased them further, quickly bouncing her hips up and down so that the blanket flapped enticingly, showing off glimpses of the butt cutout of her reindeer costume. "He he he... Never bet against me when it comes to danshing..." She blinked her eyes, then took another look at the pole. "Is this thing real candy?" She stuck her tongue out and began licking it up and down until it was slick with saliva, smacking her lips as she caught some of the chocolate smear.

"No, dumbass," Monokuma answered, barely paying attention.

Ignoring his insult, Hiyoko kept licking it a bit more until finally deciding she agreed with him. Whatever she was doing seemed to be generating a response, as cash had begun to rain down from the ceiling to rest upon the rug and couch cover. A few dollars even seemed to be floating into the fire, which Monokuma noticed and promptly jumped up to stop from happening. Nonetheless, Hiyoko didn't look happy. Her reddened cheeks fell into a pout and she began to glare at the cameras as she passed them in her rotation. "This is it? The Ultimate Dancer's giving you guys a... a peep show and all yer given her is pocket change? My kimono was way more eck-shpensive..."

"People have a lot of options for their porn these days. You gotta step it up if you want people to pay premium pricing."

Hiyoko growled. "I don't have anything else to cover my BOOBIES if I take this off!"

The bear gave her a quick slap across her big, poked-out butt with one paw, causing her to yelp, before he refocused on the task at hand. "Figure it out yourself, I've got money to save here!" Monokuma snapped back at her, reaching into the fire for another bill and catching his hand on fire for his trouble.

The dancer sighed, then looked around. There was lots of gift wrap that could be used to make a nice ribbon bikini... but she sucked at tying bows, a closely guarded secret that only her friend Mahiru (who was stuck with the other Nice students) knew. There was nothing but tatters left from her original kimono. The socks from earlier didn't really amount to any coverage. Eager to find some way to increase her earnings and also continue to show off her dancing skills, she finally came up with something that she figured would work. She disappeared under the blanket for a moment, causing a momentary stop in funds...

The money began flowing again when the reindeer onesie flew out from underneath the blanket, hitting Monokuma and shooting him forward into the fire, setting both him and the outfit ablaze.

Once again, the bullet sound effect went off and the dancer sprung into action. The cover exploded away from the couch as Hiyoko rose up to her full height, throwing one hand over her head to grasp the pole and keeping the other pressed to her hip in a fist. In the place of anything else, she'd stuck a few of the chocolate wrappers in strategic places to cover her nipples and the cleft between her legs-- they appeared to be hanging there by virtue of either sticky chocolate or sticky saliva. Apart from that, her body was entirely bared, except for the ridiculous blinking reindeer nose she was still wearing.

A voice boomed over the loud-speaker, pre-programmed for whatever reason. "A B-B-BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED."

"How's that for ingenuit... in-guh... in-ge-nudity?" she asked, raising her eyebrows with a provocative grin as various elements of the crowd went wild and others begged her to stop. Somebody yelled at her not to insult the good name of geniuses. "Eeeeh? You gotta problem? Shove it up your ass, blondie..."

Speaking of the asses of blondies, Hiyoko began to snake hers back and forth with amazing, metronome-like movements with the soundtrack of the donathon, following it with practiced skill that didn't suffer at all from her drunken state. The parts of her body that were normally hidden were all on display, from her swinging, heavy bosom to her immodestly jiggling ass-cheeks, bouncing with each sharp movement of her pelvis up and down, left and right. "Suckers! I can buy ten new kimonos with all this," she snickered, changing to hold the pole with both hands as she made her lower body movements more ****, spreading her legs for the camera while the candy wrapper over her pussy held on for dear life. The ones on her tits had already given up, fluttering to join the bills on the floor while exposing her excited, perky pink nipples, glistening with sweat from the heat of the fire and the exertion of the dance. Little sweat droplets flicked off their tips each time she bounced her breasts in time with the jingling bells coming from the speakers.

Now a fireball, Monokuma ran across the stage, connecting it with the couch and knocking it over in the process.

In response, Hiyoko shrieked and jumped up, wrapping her legs around the pole. She lost her grip with her hands and ended up hanging upside down, her over-sized breasts hanging down all the way to her chin. "You dumb bear! If you set all my money on fire, I'm... I'm gonna... I dunno, you're already on fire, but something way worse than that anyway, I'll- wuh wuuh woah!"

Hiyoko had previously slicked the pole up with her own saliva by licking it and that now came back to bite her. Her legs lost their grip, sliding her downwards with a high pitched squeak of flesh against metal and losing the last sticker over her groin. Her head connected with the rug in a way that looked more comical than concussion-worthy due to the slow speed and finally fell over towards the camera, her especially sensitive areas meaninglessly smeared with chocolate that didn't cover much of anything. As her foot hit the camera, knocking it sideways to show the headmaster still rolling across the carpet trying to extinguish himself, a screen popped up for the late night viewers:

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