To fight back and refuse to be his

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

A physical confrontation was out of the question, Mitsuru knew that much. Still, she was the Kirijo heiress, and she had lost count of how many times she'd been able to find victory with nothing more than her words and **** of will. All Mitsuru needed to do was display the famous Kirijo charisma and Arata would be sure to find his lackeys abandoning him.

"I will do no such thing, Arata." Mitsuru began, taking a deliberate step forward and standing up as straight as she could. "What you're threatening is criminal, and you'll be lucky if the worst thing that happens to you is a hefty fine and probation. In all likelihood, you and any conspirators that stand by you will face jail time for this little stunt, do you understand?"

Mitsuru's words seemed to have their desired effect. Two of Arata's co-conspirators seemed to pale at the mention of jail time, and all of them took a small step back from their leader. Arata seemed to show a hint of fear as Mitsuru spoke. Mitsuru allowed herself a small smile at this; she'd called Arata's bluff, and now it was time for this debacle to end.

At least, that was what Mitsuru had assumed would happen. Instead, Arata's look of fear quickly faded, replaced with one of minor annoyance. Shaking his head, Arata let out a small sigh. "I'd be a fool if I said I hadn't expected that. You're far too stubborn to back down, even when you can't possibly win. Shoji, show our wonderful President the photo you took."

At the mention of his name, one of Arata's conspirators stepped forward, turning his phone to show the screen to Mitsuru. As was expected, the screen displayed Mitsuru's bare breasts, but it lacked Mitsuru's face. Indeed, were it not for the red hair cascading past her shoulders, one might not even suspect that Mitsuru was the person displayed on screen. Still, what was Arata getting at? Mitsuru already knew that pictures had been taken.

"See it? Good. Shoji, go ahead and send that photo out to your contact list." Arata said, smiling as he saw Mitsuru's surprise. "Thought I was bluffing, huh? I told Shoji to make sure he kept your face out of his picture. Nobody can confirm that it's you without your face, so your reputation is still safe, but now there's going to be plenty of buzz going around the school. Try to put on that little tough act of yours again, and we're sending out one with your face."

Mitsuru had underestimated her opponent, it would seem. He had planned for her defiance, and she had just paid the price for falling into his trap. Things were bad enough with the pictures staying in this room, but now that a teaser had just been sent out? How many people would theorize that it was Mitsuru just from the red hair? Sure, it wasn't damning evidence, but it certainly narrowed the list of candidates, and plenty of people might suspect Mitsuru of being the mysterious topless subject. She might be able to run proper damage control on this, but it would be a headache.

"Now you understand." Arata continued, taking Mitsuru's silence as her processing everything that just happened. "You don't really have much of a choice. You either do as we say, or you pay the price. And if either of your little lackeys try to help you-" with this, Arata pointed at Chihiro and Odagiri "then they'll have problems of their own to deal with. How about it, Treasurer? Feel like having a photo album of your own?" Chihiro could only shudder and frantically shake her head in response to this. Mitsuru didn't blame her, but she was disappointed to know she couldn't count on her to help.

"Fine, Arata. I'll do it, just leave Fushimi and Odagiri out of it." Mitsuru said, slowly sinking to her knees.

"Oh no, Madame President." Arata said, putting a firm hand on Mitsuru's shoulder. "The time for compliance has passed. You were too good to lick my shoes, then you'll need to do something else. How about... hmm, what to do. Oh! I know, how about you go ahead and-"