Hear Toko out.

"And that's basically what happened." Kiyotaka muttered. "I didn't think the book would work, and I was...well, foolish. I endangered Sayaka's career and eroded her dignity with the stroke of a pen. If it weren't for the fact that I'd written for her to be honest with me, things could have been a lot worse." It had been easier to explain than he'd thought- namely because Toko hadn't asked a single question during the entirety of the story. She had occasionally flushed at the descriptions of how he and Sayaka had done it- actually, perhaps it wasn't necessary to retell the sexual parts of the tale when she'd been there for them. Whoops.

"So." Toko asked, as she dropped his clothes to the ground in front of him and placed the scissors back into her damp skirt. "What are you planning to do with the book now?"

"I mean- I should probably destroy it, right?" Kiyotaka asked as he put his torn briefs back on, eying the hole Toko had cut into the crotch of them with a wince. "If something like this were to fall into the wrong hands, there'd be chaos. Imagine what other people would do with this?"

"You shouldn't!" Toko interjected, gesturing with her arms out. "Don't you remember the fifth rule?"

5.) If a person's name is written in two Sex Notes, the one that was written first will take precedence if the acts contradict each other in any way.

Kiyotaka blinked, as he halted pulling up his pants. Two Sex Notes?

"A few months ago, there was a Reserve Course guy- keep getting dressed, Kiyotaka. Your cock is amazing, but it's distracting me." Toko grumbled, as he got back to pulling. "Anyway, Junko told me about this story a while back. So there was a Reserve Course guy who claimed a book had fallen from the sky right outside his classroom, and that he could use it to make people have sex. Apparently, he'd wanted to use it to become an Ultimate? So the story goes, he used it to become top of the Reserve Course, and he was going to be called "The Ultimate Casanova". There's even rumors he used it to have sex with a few Ultimates and Faculty members."

"What happened to the guy?" Kiyotaka whispered, as the gears began to turn in his head. He didn't remember any of that. A few months ago?

"He disappeared. Went missing entirely. The book did too. But I thought it was just an urban legend or Junko trying to fuck with me until you and Sayaka started bumping uglies. She was telling Miu and I about it- told us that maybe if we found a magical notebook, either of us could score. As if I'd let that pig get one over me!" Toko grumbled, as Kiyotaka buttoned his jacket, then put his undershirt on.

Wait. He tossed the undershirt off, then began to unbutton the jacket.

"Anyway, there could be another Sex Note out there! If you- want to keep yours- if you want to use your own on me, that'd be....well, that'd be...allowed." Toko muttered, as she nodded. "You could even become the Ultimate Casanova yourself, if you wanted to! Or the Ultimate Cupid! There's a lot you could do with the Notebook if you're not caught, and I could help you as a kind of- acolyte! As long as you let me use the book a few times!"

He blinked as Toko pointed at him. Using the Sex note once was already extremely morally messy, but using it to become the Ultimate Casanova or the Ultimate Matchmaker was another ballpark entirely. Plus, giving Toko shared control of the Sex Note? It could be a recipe for disaster.

But, he'd just told her the entire story. If she wanted, she could **** him with it, and she did seem to like him too. What would Mondo do right now?

"ALRIGHT!" Kiyotaka shouted. "I'LL LET YOU HELP ME! BUT IN EXCHANGE, YOU'VE DEFINITELY GOTTA KEEP THIS QUIET!"

"No need to shout, master!" Toko screeched back, quickly bowing her head. "I'll serve you till the day you die!"

It was at this point that the doorknob clicked, and both fell quiet. Outside. People were outside, and they'd both just screamed. Even with how soundproofed the classrooms at Hope's Peak were, they weren't flawless. More importantly, the room was still a mess. Kiyotaka's undershirt lay on the floor, there was still semen all across the teacher's desk, and Toko's clothes were clearly a bit damp and disheveled.

"Fuck." Kiyotaka muttered, as Toko shuffled to the door and put her hand to her mouth.

"Master. Master- I mean, Byakuga, Makoto, and that stoic bitch of a Detective are outside!"

"There's no need to be rude. Kyoko's a friend to us both. You're just jealous Byakuga spends more time around her, right?" Kiyotaka asked, even as he shuffled towards the back of the room, as far away from the door as he could.

"Right, Kyoko." Toko muttered, before she paused, and took a few steps back towards the teacher's desk- notebook in hand.

His notebook in hand.

"Toko, wait-

Pen met paper.