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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa, Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Enoshima_Junko/Togami_Byakuya, Enoshima_Junko/Naegi_Makoto, Ikusaba
      Mukuro/Naegi_Makoto
  Character:
      Enoshima_Junko, Ikusaba_Mukuro, Togami_Byakuya, Naegi_Makoto
  Additional Tags:
      Flashbacks, Porn_With_Plot, Bad_Plot, But_Still_Plot, Blackmail, Dubious
      Consent, Cunnilingus, Femdom, Rough_Oral_Sex, Mild_Knifeplay, No-one_is
      Actually_Cut, But_the_Threat_is_Made, Human_Punching_Bag, Rough_Body
      Play, Pegging, Anal_Sex, Rope_Bondage, Strappado, to_be_precise, Sex
      Tapes, bad_star_wars_references, And_Bad_MST3K_references, Just_Bad
      References_All_Around_TBH, Body_Writing, Chastity_Device
  Series:
      Part 11 of Dangan_Rumpy-Pumpy
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-25 Words: 9784
****** Byakuya Togami's Very Bad Day. ******
by personanongrata
Summary
     What happens when you take a genius supermodel with a love of sadism,
     slow, agonizing torments and making people beg for mercy, her
     mercenary sister who can kill a man with her tongue, and decide to
     coerce their boyfriend into giving you a blowjob one day?
     ...This. This happens. The result of that extremely specific scenario
     is absolutely this.
     If you wanna know exactly what "this" is, then feel free to come and
     check it out.
     (Or you can read the tags. They're there for a reason.)
Notes
     Alright, as with like, everything I fuckin' write, this takes a while
     to arrive at smutsville. If you would like to skip all the setup and
     get right to the bit with all the porn, then search for "Ikusaba felt
     her muscles tense", and go from there.
     There's a little mention of knives being used to make Togami hurt,
     and he kinda gets the shit kicked out of him by an angry Mukuro, so
     if you really are squeamish, or don't like hearing about people
     having important parts of their bodies removed, maybe avoid this
     story, or skip everything from "The two continued glaring at each
     other" to "Togami opened his mouth to respond".
     And of course, expect a lot of gratuitous smut and bad jokes.
See the end of the work for more notes
“So, Makoto, whaddaya think you’re going to do about Sayaka?” Enoshima’s gentle
teasing rang through Naegi’s ears, and he blushed, focusing even more intently
on the task at hand, that task being the naked body of Mukuro right beneath
him, who was moaning as he slowly dug his fingers into her back, massaging her
muscular frame carefully. Mukuro, for her part, was lying there, relaxing after
a hard day’s work training to keep her body in shape.
Enoshima tolerated Naegi’s lack of response for approximately ten seconds,
before walking briskly over to him and pulling him off her sister, forcing him
to look at her. “Don’t you fuckin’ ignore me Makoto, you’ve wasted enough time
on Muku, it’s my turn. Now,” she said, pulling him off the bed and onto the
floor by her feet, “I think it’s my turn for a massage. I’ve had a shitty day,
and you’ve paid attention to Muku for long enough.” Naegi nodded obediently,
and Ikusaba, pouting slightly, got off the bed to make room for her sister, who
flopped onto the bed , stretching as she did so. “That’s much better. It’s
really selfish of you to hog Makoto like you do sis, especially when he’s not
even yours to begin with.”
Ikusaba looked down at the floor, her pout giving way to a look of minor
embarrassment. “S-sorry Junko.” Enoshima smiled and rested her head on her
arms, staring at Naegi out of the corners of her eyes, until he climbed onto
the bed on top of her, and began slowly kneading her back with his hands,
soliciting small gasps of pleasure from Enoshima. After a few seconds of
silence which Naegi used to build up a steady rhythm, he spoke. “I-uh, don’t
know what exactly I’m going to do about Sayaka. I mean...I do want to, but I
have no idea what to do or where to begin?” Enoshima tried to relax amongst
what felt (to her, at least) like an endless stream of ‘Oh God I’m too much of
a giant fucking chicken to make the first move’, before she sighed and, turning
her head around, glared at Naegi, shutting him up mid-word. “Look, Makoto, I’m
trying to enjoy my massage here. I’ll help you deal with your bitching later,
okay? But for now, just shut the fuck up and do what I told you to,
understand?” Naegi sighed, looking a tad guilty, before apologising and
continuing to massage Enoshima.
After a few minutes of silence, Naegi spoke up. “H-hey Miss Junko. Can I ask a
question?” Junko looked up at him venomously through one eye, before sighing
and closing it again. “One question, Makoto, and if it isn’t a good one I’ll
hang you by your ankles from the ceiling.” Naegi turned slightly pale at this,
and he remembered the last time Enoshima subjected him to that. All of a sudden
he was a lot less confident in asking his question. He remained silent, burying
himself in the task in front (or more accurately, below) him, before an
expectant cough snapped him back to attention. “Makoto, ask the question,
unless you enjoy wasting my time when I’m already in a bad mood.” Naegi nodded
meekly, swallowing nervously and licking his lips as he prepared to ask his
question. “I-uh, I was wondering what exactly you guys did to Byakuya yesterday
before you picked me up from Celestia’s room.”
Enoshima looked up at him, her eyes narrowed for a second, before she burst
into a peal of laughter, pulling herself up onto her hands and knees, throwing
Naegi to the end of the bed in her haste. Turning around to face him, she threw
herself on top of him and began hugging him. “Awwww Makoto, you always know how
to cheer me up when I’m feeling down,” she paused here to sigh dramatically,
squeezing him even tighter, before continuing. “If only everyone I worked with
was like you.” Pulling herself off of him, she sat back on the bed, leg
outstretched in front of Naegi, and she beckoned Ikusaba over to join them.
“Okay Makoto, since you asked a good question, Muku and I will tell you all
about it.” Her foot gently prodded him in the face, and he picked up on the
hint, slowly massaging it, as Junko smiled down at him, before starting her
story.
“So, Makoto, last night while you were out gambling yourself away, without
asking, might I add, Muku and I were having a little talk.”
------------------------------
“No, Muku. Makoto got himself into this mess, he can damn well get himself out
of it.”
Ikusaba looked at her sister sadly, before her eyes flashed over to the clock
on the wall. “Junko, Makoto’s probably just about to sit down to play now.
There’s still time to go and support him if-”
“I said no, Mukuro, now drop it. Makoto’s a big boy, he can take care of
himself. If he wins, fantastic, I keep my favourite toy. If he loses, well,
that’s just what he gets for doing something this fucking crazy.”
Ikusaba sighed, before sitting down in her sister's chair sadly, watching Junko
pace around her room in frustration. ‘You can fool the rest of the world Sis,
but you can’t fool me. You’re worried about him.’ Out loud, however, she said
nothing, merely waiting for her sister to make the first move.
After ten minutes of feverish pacing, all of which was performed with Ikusaba’s
eyes fixed upon her, Enoshima snapped, storming over to her twin sister
angrily. “Fine, we’ll help him, but only if it’ll stop you making that fucking
pathetic face at me.” Ikusaba smiled, standing up and leaning in for a hug.
“Thanks Junko. It means a lot.” ‘And to you, but I’d never dare say that
aloud.’ Junko rolled her eyes, patting her sister on the back affectionately.
“I didn’t just do it for you Muku. If Makoto does lose, I lose my favourite
toy, after all. I doubt Celestia would let me have him if she wins out of the
goodness of her heart.”
She released her sister and sighed, resuming her pacing, but this time, there
was a purpose behind it, one that Ikusaba recognised all too well. ‘She’s
plotting something. Let’s just hope it’s good.’
------------------------------
“Hang on, how did you know what Mukuro was thinking? I mean, Hagakure’s always
telling me twins are psychic, but I never actually believed him before now.” In
response to his question, Enoshima groaned audibly, pushing him back with the
foot he was currently massaging. “God Makoto, that is so like you to focus on
something that doesn’t actually fucking matter. You ever heard of artistic
licence? It’s just a story, you should really just relax, okay. Haven’t you
ever seen that show?” Naegi promptly silenced himself, nodding at Enoshima to
continue. “Good, now, assuming there aren’t any more interruptions to be had,
maybe I can continue.”
------------------------------
After a few minutes of fruitless pacing, Ikusaba swallowed nervously and looked
over at her sister, speaking softly, hesitation clear in her voice. “I may have
an idea about how to get Makoto back sis.” Enoshima stopped her methodical
pacing, before staring blankly at her sister. “You? I’m not used to you coming
up with ideas Muku. Normally you leave that to me.” Ikusaba shrugged
nonchalantly at this statement, in clear agreement to her sister. “You were
always the smarter one Junko, so I left it to you. May I share my idea with
you?” Junko frowned and nodded, sitting down in the chair and staring at her
sister, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, and bitterness in her voice. “Fine
then, let’s hear this fantastic idea of yours Muku, but I warn you, if it’s not
good I’ll dye your hair as pink as that Souda kid in the year above us.”
Ikusaba stared at her sister, one eyebrow raised slightly at her sister’s
extravagant insult. After a few seconds, she lowered it, and began to speak. “I
experienced situations like this back when I was in Fenrir, when an enemy had
an important captive who we had to rescue. One of the methods of rescuing them
was a simple exchange of captives. It’s not my area of expertise, but I may
know enough about it to rescue Makoto.” A silence rang through the air as Junko
stared at her sister, a mixture of pride and confusion in her eyes. “Okay,” she
began, “it’s not a terrible idea Muku, but I still want you to go out and buy
me some hair dye next time we’re out, okay?” Ikusaba sighed to herself, before
simply responding, “Yes Junko.” Enoshima leant back and steepled her fingers
together, staring over them at her sister. “With that out of the way, like I
said, it’s not a terrible idea, but we don’t have anything Celestia wants.”
Ikusaba nodded, her stoic face perfectly concealing her actual emotion. ‘Yes
Junko, I know that. Just have a little patience and I’ll explain it all to
you.’ “Well, I was thinking, maybe we could...get someone she wants and trade
them over.” Enoshima smiled now, a wide, toothy grin that promised someone was
about to have a very bad time. “Okay, so you’ve put a little thought into this,
I guess. I suppose you have someone in mind for this?” Ikusaba nodded, pulling
up a picture of Togami on her student handbook, and passing it over to her
sister. Once the handbook had been snatched out of her hands, Enoshima burst
out laughing, throwing the handbook on the bed and clutching her sides as she
threw her head back and howled. ‘It’s a good thing these rooms have been
soundproofed’, Ikusaba found herself thinking.
Once Enoshima had quieted down, she wiped an imaginary tear from her eye,
before her eyes narrowed at her sister, a glint in her eye that promised
trouble for someone. “Okay Muku, lemme get this straight. You want to kidnap
the heir to the Togami Corporation, likely blackmail him into submission, and
then trade him to Celestia Ludenberg, all so you can have Makoto back?” Ikusaba
nodded, not daring herself to speak. Enoshima stood up dramatically, the chair
behind her making a loud thud as it toppled over to the floor. “I like it! I’m
in. But, one condition. If Makoto loses, we don’t rescue him straightaway. I
want him to suffer a little bit, let him see what happens without me, okay?”
Ikusaba grimaced at this, before nodding once. “We’ll need to wait and see
whether he wins or not first. Otherwise Togami becomes a loose end.”
Junko pulled the chair back up, sitting down in it, somehow making even such a
simple act look dramatic, before speaking once more. “Perfect, that gives us
some time to plan then. Or rather, me some time to plan. I’ll need you to get
some stuff for me Muku, plus I need you to keep an eye on the rec room.”
Ikusaba nodded, and the two sisters returned to their usual dynamic as the next
few hours went by.
------------------------------
“And, well, you can figure out the next little bit, right Makoto? Muku does my
bidding and gets everything we need for my master plan, and you manage to lose
at a game of luck, like the dumbass you are.” A hand reaches over and grips
Naegi’s hair tightly, yanking him forward until he is face-to-face with his
owner, who leans in and plants a tender kiss on his cheek. “But, lucky for you,
we’re so nice that Muku and I decided to save your worthless ass anyway.” Naegi
nodded, blushing softly as Enoshima pressed her impossibly smooth lips against
him, and his eyes flashed briefly over to Ikusaba, smiling in gratitude at her.
Catching his eye, she nodded once, a smile spreading across her freckled face,
and she leant over, stroking his other cheek affectionately.
“You know Makoto, no matter what Junko says, we’d never have left you like
that, right?” Naegi nods, pulling himself away from Enoshima’s lips for a
second, looking at both of them. “Of course I know that. I don’t think you guys
would ever let me down if I needed you.” Enoshima sighed dramatically, pushing
Naegi away from her. “God Makoto, you are such a drama queen. Blah blah blah
optimism blah. That’s how you talk sometimes Makoto.” She paused here to tousle
his hair affectionately, before continuing. “Now, can I PLEASE continue with my
epic story, or are you guys going to be all mushy for the rest of the evening?”
Silence met her words, and she nodded in satisfaction, before continuing.
------------------------------
click
The door to Togami’s room swung open silently, and Enoshima stood there, hands
on her hips, foot planted triumphantly on a chair she had brought with her, and
a triumphant smirk on her face. “Told ya I could get us in Muku. Master key,
never leave home without it.” Ikusaba merely rolled her eyes as she stepped in,
speaking as she did so. “You know I never doubted you could get us in Junko.”
Enoshima stroked her temples in frustration, sighing as she did so. “Yes, Muku,
I know you know, I was just gloating about how awesome I am.” She looked around
Togami’s room, an eyebrow raised as she took it in. “God, this room is so
boring. There’s nothing to look at. Togami probably keeps his toiletries in a
safe too, doesn’t he?”
She shook her head in disappointment, before her eyes flickered over to one of
the few decorations in the room, a very expensive looking Grandfather clock
near Togami’s desk. “Lucky for us, it looks like Togami’s still in the library
like he normally is. So we have time to find a place to hide until he gets
back.” She locked the door and strolled over to Togami’s wardrobe, throwing the
doors open and climbing in it. “Okay Muku, find a place to hide and wait until
Togami comes back, then we jump him, tie him down, and fuck him up. Do you
think you can handle all that?” Ikusaba nodded, slipping into a small space
under Togami’s desk, thankfully obscured by his bed. ‘I don’t know who at
Hope’s Peak organised the rooms this way, but they certainly did me a huge
favour.' “Junko, I did this sort of thing for years when I was part of Fenrir.
I think I can handle Byakuya Togami.” With that, she withdrew into the shadows,
leaving herself in the pitch darkness, and began to focus, attuning herself to
her surroundings until Togami turned in for the night.
A short while later, Ikusaba quickly snapped herself back to attention as she
heard the sound of footsteps nearby, followed by a door slamming shut.
Breathing slowly, Ikusaba quietened down as much as possible, waiting for
Enoshima to make her presence known. ‘Knowing Junko, I won’t have to wait very
long. She’s probably bored out of her mind.’ A few minutes later, a loud
exclamation echoed throughout the room, and Ikusaba knew she was correct. “What
the- how did you get in here?”
Ikusaba waited until her sister began speaking, maybe a little more loudly than
normal, and used the distraction to silently slip out from under the desk, now
hiding herself behind the head of Togami’s bed, focusing intensely with her
ears. ‘Okay Mukuro, move slowly and carefully. Survey the scene before you take
any action. Just like they taught you.’ Peeking her head around the side for a
brief instant, she saw the side of Togami’s head, his entire body tense and
angry, staring over to the cupboard, doors wide open, and her sister staring
out of it, grinning like a cat that had just discovered the recipe for cream.
Watching the scene, unobserved by either party, Ikusaba listened in on the two,
waiting for her moment to strike.
“I asked you a question Enoshima. How the hell did you get into my room?”
Enoshima put a finger up to her lips and bit it while she thought of an answer.
Eventually, she replied, “I just jiggled the handle and it opened. You really
need to lock your door when you go out next time.” Togami glared at her, eyes
narrowed, and he shook his head in annoyance. “I know you’re lying, but I don’t
have the patience for your nonsense right now Enoshima. I am going to turn away
for 5 seconds, and if you have not yet left my room, I will summon the
headmaster, and he can figure out how you got in here.”
Ikusaba felt her muscles tense, as she prepared to strike, her eyes locked onto
Togami, anger flooding through her entire body. ‘No-one touches Makoto and gets
away with it. I’m going to make him hurt.’ As soon as Togami spun on his heel
dramatically, pointing her sister out the door dramatically, Ikusaba moved
silently behind him, a hand gripping his neck powerfully, and her knee flew up,
colliding with his spine, pushing him to the floor. The instant Togami’s head
was pushed against the floor, Ikusaba let go of his neck, and pulled on his
arms, her knee still digging into his spine. She heard her sister’s footsteps
behind her, and turned to face Enoshima. “Okay Sis, I’ve got him. Where do you
want him?” Enoshima smiled again, but this time, it was a much narrower, more
vindictive smile, and her eyes stared down at Togami blankly, and she walked
around until her black boots where on either side of Togami’s head. Her hand
gripped his blonde hair, and she crouched down, pulling Togami’s head up until
he was staring up her skirt.
“Look at you, you little deviant. If you wanted to look up my skirt that badly,
all you had to do was ask.” Enoshima gave a fake sounding laugh, a strange sort
of “Puhuhuhu”, and Togami scowled up at her, trying to break free of Ikusaba’s
iron grip. “You really think I would denigrate myself with a common tramp like
you? Don’t flatter yourself.” All of a sudden, he felt his arms get pulled
slightly closer together, and he let loose a small grunt of pain. Enoshima
pulled Togami’s face further between her legs, and any trace of humour in her
smile faded. “You’re just determined to be difficult, aren’t you, you little
bitch? Well, since that’s how you insist on playing it, I guess we don’t have
to be nice either. So, here’s what’s going to happen. Muku and I are going to
hurt you, and then we are going to use you to get Makoto back.” She hears a
muffled snort from between her legs, and she squeezes her legs together tightly
in a brief warning. “Okay Muku, get him on the bed and tie him up.” Ikusaba
lifts her foot from his spine, and pulls him up, leading him over to the bed.
Togami struggles, his feet flying behind him, trying to kick Ikusaba in the
shins, but she dodges every blow expertly, before pushing him onto the bed and
striking him on the head painfully.
“Muku, don’t break him, we need him in one piece when we give him to Celestia.”
Upon hearing Celestia’s name, Togami’s eyes snap open, as he remembers his last
encounter with her. “I see, this is revenge for what happened between myself
and Naegi, correct?” Neither of them reply to him, simply dragging him across
the bed and tying him painfully in place, arms and legs spread apart in an x-
shape,face-up. Enoshima leant into the wardrobe and pulled out a bag of
accessories that Ikusaba had helped her gather, and she started emptying it
neatly onto the bed. “So, Togami, I hope you’re paying attention, because
everything in this bag is going to be used on you.” A pair of sharp scissors
are pulled out of the bag, and passed over to Ikusaba, with an instruction to
“cut every inch of clothing off his body, except the underwear, I’m keeping
those as a memento of this.” While Ikusaba complied with her sisters
instructions, Enoshima continued pulling equipment out of her bag. More ropes
left the bag next, landing next to Togami’s head, followed by Ikusaba’s combat
knife, razor sharp and polished to a fine sheen. As soon as the holstered knife
landed on the pillow next to Togami, his eyes widened slightly, and he
swallowed nervously.
The next two objects to leave the bag were two strapons, one pink and one jet
black. Togami pulled at his ropes when he saw these, and he started bellowing
threats at the pair of them. Ikusaba, who had, by this point, stripped Togami
down to his underwear, rolled her eyes, before grabbing his testicles and
beginning to squeeze them. Enoshima grinned as the threats slowly abated,
before pulling out a long penis gag, taking great care to display this one
fully to Togami, who closed his mouth tightly as he took it in, his eyes now
darting around the room feverishly. The last object to leave the bag caused
Togami to break his silence, yelling at the pair of them. “If you think for one
second I’m going to let you put that anywhere near me, then you’re both crazier
than I thought.” Enoshima smirked, her one free hand flying out to strike
Togami across the face, causing him to flinch from the stinging pain in his
cheek.
“Look around you dumbass, you really think Muku and I are thinking about what
you want? Don’t worry, if you’re worried about it not fitting, I got you the
extra small size.” Enoshima giggled as she placed the plastic chastity cage on
the wooden bed frame, and walked towards Togami’s feet, untying them, before
slipping off his underwear, and waving them above her head in triumph, before
stripping off while her sister re-tied Togami’s bonds.
------------------------------
“So, do you still have his underwear Miss Junko?” Enoshima paused her story,
looking down at Naegi, who was lying on the bed, with Enoshima resting her feet
on his stomach, and Ikusaba lying next to him, leaning against his shoulder
comfortably. “Hmmm...am I annoyed at you for interrupting me again, or not?”
She pursed her lips for a few seconds, before shaking her head and laughing.
“Nahhhhh. I can’t really blame you for interrupting me on that one Makoto. I
still got the underwear.” Enoshima leant over the side of her bed, and, pulling
out a small box from under it, opened it up, revealing the stolen underwear,
stamped with the Togami family crest, before tossing them aside to the floor.
“Question is, what do we do with them? Hang them from one of the lights in the
cafeteria? Put them on one of the statues in the art room? Or maybe I should
add them to your collection, Makoto. Does that sound good?” She fell silent for
a second, before shrugging dismissively. “Ah well. Problem for later. Now,
where was I?”
------------------------------
Having now been stripped completely naked, Togami lay bound to his own bed,
glaring up at the twins standing over him triumphantly. “If you seriously think
you’re going to get away with this, then you’re crazier than-” He was cut off
here sharply by Junko simply sitting on his face, her ankles framing his
slender cheeks, grinning down at him, before lifting his head up until he was
buried in her snatch. “Okay, first off Togami, I wouldn’t exactly call it
clever of you to call the people who decide your fate crazy, and second, I also
wouldn’t call it accurate. Now, are you going to play ball, or do I have to
give you a little...motive to be a good little boy?” Togami slipped his head
free from her grip for an instant, wincing at the minor pain in his scalp,
before smiling condescendingly at her from his position. ‘Poor Togami,’
Enoshima thought to herself as she registered him speaking, ‘He doesn’t realise
just how fucked he is. Blah blah blah, vengeance, blah blah blah Togami name.
God, he doesn’t shut the fuck up.’
Enoshima’s only response was to lower herself onto his face again, silencing
his tirade mid-sentence. “Togami, I think you’re going to play ball, because
otherwise I may have to tell people about a little something you really don’t
want getting out.” She pulled herself off his face gently, before leaning down
and whispering something into his ear. Togami’s eyes went wide, and he looked
over at her sharply. “How the hell did you know about that?” Enoshima smiled,
and she kissed his cheek, before reaching down and running the tip of her index
finger along Togami’s flaccid cock. “Oh, y’know, a girl has her ways. More
importantly, are you going to be a good boy?” Togami looked at her, his eyes
dangerously narrowed from behind his glasses. “I swear on the name of the
Togami family, that I will not forget this insult Junko Enoshima. There will
come a day of reckoning for you, and when that day comes, I want you to look
back on this moment and regret every bad decision you ever made that led you to
this point. Do what you will, knowing it will only be returned tenfold.”
Enoshima threw back her head and laughed, and looking over to the side, Togami
saw Ikusaba giving him a strange look as well. Ceasing her laughter, Enoshima
looked down at him, patting his cheek and smiling, before she spoke in a low,
guttural tone unlike anything Togami had heard from her before. “And they call
me a fuckin’ diva. Man, if the people I worked with could listen to you bitch
and moan, they’d probably never criticize me again. You probably thought you
sounded badass too, that’s the funniest part of all that. Now, shut the fuck up
and lick.” She moved her pussy over Togami’s face once more, and lifted her
hips so it was just out of reach of him. Togami seethed silently at her, before
swallowing his pride and lifting his head up, licking at her pussy lips gently.
Enoshima smirked, before lowering herself a little, so her twat was pressed
right up against Togami’s face. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d be so eager to waste
time pleasuring a ‘common tramp’ like me.” A hand gripped his hair once more
and Enoshima pushed herself down onto the bed, covering Togami’s mouth and nose
with her pussy.
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At this point, Enoshima felt Naegi bursting with the desire to say something,
and she stopped, huffing at him in annoyance, before pulling him over onto her
lap and, placing one hand gently around his neck, began to run her fingers
gently along his crotch. “Yes Makoto, you had something to say to me?” Naegi
nodded wordlessly, his breath catching softly as Enoshima played with his cock.
“Y-yes Miss Junko. What was it you told Togami that got him to listen to you?”
Enoshima smiled, and her grip around his neck tightened for a second, and she
pecked his cheek tenderly. “Makoto, I didn’t tell anyone your secret, did I? I
don’t exactly think it’s fair of me to tell you anyone else’s.”
Naegi turned his head behind him to try and look at her as she said this,
before giving up and facing the front once more. “A-anyone else’s secrets? How
many others do you have?” Enoshima grinned wolfishly at him, nibbling at his
ear, choosing not to answer his question. Ikusaba spoke up from her position at
the end of the bed, answering the question for Naegi. “She has information on
everyone. It’s just what she does Makoto. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Naegi
rubbed the back of his head, nervously, before starting slightly at the
whispering voice in his ear. “Don’t worry Makoto, I won’t tell anyone about how
you used to wet the bed. Not Kyouko, not Sayaka, and well, I don’t have to tell
Muku, she already knows.” Naegi looked at Ikusaba in horror at Enoshima’s
words, and she smiled back, a hint of affection appearing across her otherwise
stoic face.
Enoshima removed her hand from Naegi’s neck and placed it over his mouth,
silencing him before he could speak again. “Now, Makoto, no more questions.
It’s getting hard to tell what’s now and what’s last night with all the
constant interruptions.”
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“Now, Togami, I want you to make me feel good, okay? Shouldn’t be a problem for
the Ultimate Perfection,” Enoshima commanded, snorting in derision as she
referred to Togami by his self-appointed title. Togami scowled at her for a few
seconds, before closing his eyes and getting to work pleasuring Enoshima.
Enoshima sighed with relief, and scratched him behind the ear. “Good boy
Togami, was that really so hard?” Togami’s teeth scraped against Enoshima’s
clit for a second, as if to bite down, hard, but a single look from Enoshima
stopped such thoughts of rebellion dead in their tracks. As Togami closed his
eyes and resumed licking at Enoshima’s pussy. Enoshima silently beckoned her
sister over, before pointing down at Togami’s crotch and miming herself sucking
on something. Ikusaba pouted at her sister softly, but obeyed, slowly licking
up and down Togami’s tip, while Enoshima threw back her head and enjoyed the
ride, grinding against Togami’s face.
From his position on the bed, Togami licked and nibbled at Enoshima’s pussy
diligently, distaste radiating from his entire body, when he felt a warm
sensation around the tip of his cock, swirling around his head, which slowly
segued into a feeling of warmth along the length of his cock, as he felt his
cock move further down Ikusaba’s throat. He let loose a small, involuntary gasp
of pleasure, and he felt Enoshima press down further on his face, boxing him in
with her legs so he couldn’t move his head. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp
pain from his nether regions, and he whimpered softly as he felt something
scraping up his shaft, before clamping down softly on his head.
Ikusaba looked up in Togami’s direction, venom in her eyes, and she slowly bit
down on his cock once more, applying slightly more pressure as she did so. She
heard the rustling of sheets around her as Togami pulled on his bindings,
trying to slip his limbs free, but both sisters quickly pinned them down with
their hands, and the struggling ceased. Ikusaba resumed sucking on Togami's
cock, her head bobbing up and down, distaste evident in the way her eyes never
left where his face would be if she could see it, and the continual dragging of
teeth along his shaft. After one particularly harsh bite, Enoshima turned her
head around, forcing Togami to continue licking her, and whisper harshly to her
sister, “God, how many times do I have to tell you Muku, we want him in one
piece.” The look of hatred left Ikusaba’s eyes for an instant, and she flashed
an apologetic look at her sister, Togami’s cock still buried so deep in her
throat that his neatly-trimmed pubic hairs were tickling her nose.
Enoshima let loose a small chuckle at the site before her, before swivelling
back around to face Togami, pushing her soaking wet pussy further down on his
face, rubbing against it softly, leaving her juices over every inch she
touched. Once she had covered his face to her satisfaction, she climbed off him
and beckoned her sister over, before whispering into her ear. Ikusaba nodded
silently, returning to the bed and untying Togami’s hands, swiftly pulling them
above his head, and tying them together. Enoshima walked confidently over and
pulled on the rope, holding Togami’s arms taut. She looked down at their
captive and laughed. “What, nothing to say? No big speech? No dramatic bitching
again?” Togami glowered up at her but kept his lips firmly pressed together.
Enoshima shrugged, and pulled on the rope holding his hands together, holding
it taut until Ikusaba untied his legs, at which point, she pulled roughly on
the rope, half-leading, half-dragging Togami over to the open space between her
desk and bed, where his arms were once again raised taut above his head, and he
stared across at Ikusaba, a twinge of fear in his eyes as he saw her pull a
combat knife off Enoshima’s desk and twirl it in her fingers menacingly, a
smile on her face as she stared at him.
“Okayyy, I’m going to go into another room and ahem, freshen up, “ Enoshima
said, picking up the strapon and tossing it back and forth idly, before
continuing, “you kids have fun. I’ll only be a few minutes.” She patted Togami
on the cheek, leaning in and kissing him tenderly on the lips, before her knee
flew up, striking Togami right between the legs, and he grunted audibly in
pain, staring at her in silent fury. “Holy shit, you really are determined to
pull the whole mute thing, aren’t ya? Don’t worry, Muku has the perfect cure
for that, don’t ya Sis?” Her hand gripped Togami’s hair and she pulled him
down, whispering directly in his ear, “I’d do what she says if I were you.
She’s really pissed at you for what you did to Makoto, so she will look for any
excuse to dice you the fuck up.” Her grip tightened as she spoke, before
releasing completely, and Enoshima walked over to the bathroom, leaving Togami
and Ikusaba alone together, both staring at the other with raw, undiluted
hatred.
The two continued glaring at each other for a few seconds, before Ikusaba
picked up the knife she had placed on the pillow, and slowly pulled it from its
sheath. Twirling it idly in her fingers, she smirked down at him coldly. “I
don’t suppose you know how many ways I can make you wish you had never been
born with this, do you?” She threw the knife in the air, the metal gleaming as
the light flashed upon it, before she caught it as it fell, all without taking
her eyes off him. Without waiting for an answer, she lowered the knife to his
chest and slowly teased it across his body, gently dragging it across his bare
flesh. Her smirk grew into an angry grin, and, for a brief instant, she managed
to resemble her sister, even more than she already did. Togami stared down at
the knife running across his chest, trying to ignore the bubbling fear in the
pit of his stomach, and he closed his eyes, resting back on the pillow,
centering himself. Or rather, trying to, as Ikusaba’s free hand reached up and
gripped him by the chin, the knife slowly making its way up his face, stopping
just below his still-closed eyelid. “You know, Togami, I was taught to remove
both of a man’s eyes without killing him. Would you like to see it?”
‘She’s not bluffing either, I read her file. Mukuro Ikusaba could find
thousands of ways to make even me beg for death.’ He shook his head, and opened
his eyes, looking directly at her, and trembling a little. It was mostly an
affectation. Mostly. Ikusaba lifted the knife away, before dragging it down his
body once more, resting it just shy of his crotch. “And you know I can remove
one of these as easy as breathing, yes? I wonder what would happen to the
Togami family then, if its only heir was incapable of reproducing?” Togami’s
eyes snapped open in a cocktail of fear and anger, and his breathing stiffened.
‘She’s probably enough of a savage to do it, as well,” Togami thought to
himself, ‘A wild creature like her, she’d do it faster than I could open my
mouth to beg. But, for all that strength, she really is an idiot. Her sister
always was the brains of the operation.’
Finally, after a few more seconds of silence, Togami smirked. “You exposed your
hand, Ikusaba. Everything you just said was a bluff. You very well might want
to hurt me, even kill, me, for what happened to Makoto. But you can’t. Your
sister needs me, and for some reason, both of you need Makoto. So you can’t
harm me, because that would be damaging the merchandise.” His eyes narrowed as
he stared at her, a savage grin not unlike her own lighting up his own face.
“You may as well just drop the knife now. Yes, it’d give you what you want, but
imagine what your precious Makoto would think if he found out you took my
life.” Ikusaba stopped, the knife halted on his skin inches away from his cock,
and she stiffened, looking down at the razor sharp blade held in a trembling
hand, and Togami, noticing her weakness, moved in for the kill.
“He’d be horrified if he found out, and believe me, if he doesn’t, Kirigiri
will, and I’m sure you’re aware that she wants him badly too? Think about it
Ikusaba, you seriously harm or kill me now, and she will find out, and she will
tell Makoto, and then, that’s just one less obstacle in her path to having him
all to herself, because I promise you, he will be repulsed by you,” he paused
here, the savage grin fading back into his cocky smirk, only this time, with
more teeth present before continuing, “well, even more than he already is, I
mean.”
As soon as those last few words left his mouth, Ikusaba’s eyes went blank, and
her body relaxed, her gaze fixed down at the knife. With a loud clang, it
dropped to the floor and for a brief instant, Togami’s eyes were drawn to the
knife as it fell. As soon as his eyes were off Ikusaba, he felt a hand slowly
squeezing around his neck. His eyes flashed back up to her once more, and what
little breath he had caught in his throat. Ikusaba’s eyes were cold and
emotionless, her lips fixed in an empty, hollow smile devoid of any humanity.
Her hand released from around Togami’s neck, and he felt himself gasping for
air, a legitimate twinge of fear working its way through his body. He found
himself thinking,‘If looks actually could kill, I’d almost certainly be dead by
now.’, before he noticed Ikusaba’s free hand clenched into a fist, and his eyes
grew wide as he realised what was about to happen.
His gasping from a moment ago turned into a short wheeze as the first punch
landed, striking his bare flesh right in his diaphragm, which turned into a
coughing fit as more and more punches began to land, all across his chest with
pinpoint accuracy. Togami caught a brief glimpse of Ikusaba’s face as the
flurry of blows landed, and saw an intense focus in her eyes as she pummeled
him, and, by the time she dropped her fists to her sides, still clenched, she
appeared to be in full control of her humanity once more.
Of course, that did not change the fact that Togami felt like he had been hit
by a particularly vengeful truck. Nor did it change the overwhelming fury
Ikusaba was still feeling as her hand began to slowly crush his windpipe once
more, a single bead of sweat running down her face, and she leant forward,
whispering into his ear. “Togami, I intend to make one thing completely clear
to you. You will never take Makoto away from me. Nothing, and no-one is ever
going to take him from me, as long as I draw breath.”
Togami opened his mouth to respond, before a gentle cough from the direction of
the bathroom drew both of their attention. Looking over, Ikusaba saw her sister
leaning against the doorway, stark naked, but for a harness around her hips,
and a long pink cock dangling between her legs. “Okay Muku, take it easy on
him. I do need him in one piece, remember.” Shooting Togami a filthy look,
Ikusaba backed away, before approaching the black strap-on, and beginning to
strip off her own clothing. “Sorry Sis. I just...sorry.” Junko slipped over to
her sister, and gave her a quick, awkward hug. “Hey, don’t worry about it Muku.
I’m pretty sure everyone who’s met Togami has wanted to knock him around like
that. Now, no more hugging, it feels weird while I’m naked.”
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“H-how did you know what was happening in the room while you were gone? I mean,
where you listening in at the door or something?” Junko sighed, as Naegi
interrupted her yet again with his questions. She released the grip on his
crotch she currently had, and sighed dramatically, throwing him down onto the
bed. “Okay Makoto, I warned you, I really did, but this is on your head.” She
stomped around the room, grabbing some discarded clothes that had been left
lying around, before throwing them onto the bed in front of Naegi and staring
expectantly. “Go on, gag yourself. I’ve had enough of your fucking whining
Naegi. I had a busy fucking day with a lot of bitchy-ass perverts who didn’t
like it that I wanted to not have people peeking down my shirt, and all I
wanted was to cheer myself up by spending time with my favourite boy and my
lovely sister, and you’ve fucking ruined it. So you are going to gag yourself,
and then you are going to sit there and listen, and stop. Fucking.
Interrupting. Me. Is that completely clear?”
Naegi nodded meekly, looking down guiltily, before reaching over and picking up
a pair of socks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you Junko.” And he opened
his mouth, gagging himself with the socks. Enoshima walked over, a little
calmer now, and hugged him. “Naegi, pet, I’m not annoyed at you, I’m just
annoyed. Sorry I snapped. You don’t have to use those dirty socks if you don’t
want to.” Naegi shook his head, and reached out for Enoshima’s hand. A familiar
grin spread across Enoshima’s face, and she chuckled at Naegi as she sat down
next to him. “Okay, but Muku wore those all day while she was training, so it’s
your loss Makoto.”
Ikusaba turned red at this, and she hid her face behind her hands as her sister
pointedly stared at her, and, peeking out between her fingers, she saw Naegi,
his cheeks painted a similar red colour to hers. She relaxed a little at this,
and approached nervously, until she saw Naegi’s hand reaching out for hers, and
she took it gratefully, slipping down next to him. Naegi turned to face
Enoshima expectantly, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her to continue.
“What? You sure you want me to continue Makoto? And you’re not gonna interrupt
me this time? Thank fuckin’ Christ for that.” Enoshima settled herself
comfortably again, before once more resuming her story.
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Enoshima grinned over at the suspended Togami, her hand waggling the strap-on
up and down as she laughed maniacally. “Oh man, you should see the look on your
fuckin’ face Togami. You do not look like a guy who enjoys taking it up the
ass.” Togami’s lips narrowed and his fists clenched, pulling futilely against
the ropes holding him up. “Yeah, didn’t think so. You macho types always hate
being fucked like a little bitch. Givin’, you tend to be okay with, but for
some reason, guys tend to get funny when it’s their ass on the line.
Literally.” Enoshima laughed at her own joke, then gestured up towards his
ropes with one hand. “Could ya get him down Muku, he’s not exactly fuckable in
this position.” Ikusaba, who had by now stripped down, and was making the final
adjustments to her own harness, nodded wordlessly, not trusting herself to
speak.
Within minutes, Togami had been released and re-tied, so that his hands were
now stuck straight out at right-angles to his spine, his head bent between
them, staring down at the floor. “Ya ever heard of this Togami? It’s called a
Strappado. Friend of mine taught me how to tie it, or tried to anyway, I never
was good with knots. I leave that kinda stuff to Muku.” Togami smirked
confidently from his position between the two sisters, and he smirked, before
saying, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that someone like you knows all
about this kind of depravity.” Enoshima smiled thinly, her hand reaching into
the bag for a bottle of lubricant, which she slowly began to rub up and down on
her cock. “Whatever you say Togami. Pretty soon you’re gonna be quite familiar
with these ‘depravities’ yourself, I imagine.” She smeared some more lubricant
on her fingers, and slowly began to rub them in and around Togami’s asshole,
eliciting a few small shivers at the cold hands exploring his ass. Enoshima
smiled, licking her lips softly, before positioning herself between Togami’s
legs and very slowly pressing the tip of her long, pink cock against Togami’s
rear entrance. She pushed gently for a few seconds, before a quick thrust began
to force Togami open, and Enoshima slowly began to thrust in and out of
Togami’s ass.
Togami grunted and gritted his teeth, trying to move forward away from Enoshima
and the giant silicone cock between her legs, but she quickly wrapped her hands
around his waist, her long, pink nails digging into his sides as she began to
thrust in and out even harder, Togami’s gasps and grunts giving way to sounds
of pain as she forced her way inside his asshole roughly. Suddenly, he felt the
same icy sensation as earlier running down his asshole, followed by a much more
pleasureable sensation, as Enoshima's cock began to slide in and out easier,
and the sensation actually began to feel somewhat enjoyable. “There we go, is
that better Togami? It’s no fun unless everyone is enjoying themselves, is it?”
‘I almost cannot believe that phrase actually left her mouth. Almost.’ Togami
sighed internally, before feeling his head get pulled up, and he found himself
staring down Ikusaba’s jet black cock, and a hand pinching his nostrils shut.
Togami rolled his eyes, before opening his mouth, allowing himself to be
penetrated from both ends. ‘Really, was the nose thing actually necessary? I’m
not exactly in a position to put up any kind of fight, am I?
The two sisters slowly thrust in and out of Togami, at different paces,
Enoshima alternating between slow, deep strokes that made Togami scream with
pleasure every time the tip of Enoshima’s cock pressed against his prostate,
and hard, fast strokes that didn’t go anywhere near as deep, but made Togami
moan in ecstasy into Ikusaba’s cock from their speed and force. Meanwhile, the
elder sister had none of her twins skill or desire to protect the young man
currently stuck between them, instead merely opting to shove the cock as far
down Togami’s throat as she possibly could, as fast as was humanly possible.
Togami gasped and spluttered on the long prick making its way down his throat,
his hands clenched tightly and every muscle in his body contracting against his
bonds. The moaning and squirming continued as Togami’s attempts to suppress the
pleasure he was undeniably feeling slowly receded, eventually fading entirely
as Enoshima continued pounding his ass relentlessly, her nails digging into the
smooth flesh of his ass with an iron grip. After about ten minutes of
continuous thrusting, Enoshima gripped Togami by the hair and pulled him up,
her sister's cock sliding out, strings of saliva dripping off it onto the floor
by Togami’s feet.
Enoshima began thrusting in and out of Togami even harder and deeper than
earlier, grinning down at her captive as he began to gasp and moan even louder
at her relentless fucking. His mouth hung open, and drool began to leak out of
his mouth, and he closed his eyes, relaxing against the ropes holding him up in
a fit of reverie. “Y’see Muku, you fuck a man in the ass, and he becomes putty
in your hands forever. You don’t ever wanna let a guy like Makoto go either,
one of the ones who’ll bring you the strapon with a smile on his face.”
Enoshima grinned down at Togami, jolting him back into reality with a quick
thrust and a yank on his hair. “And you especially don’t let someone else take
advantage of a guy like that without making them pay for it. Get the camera
Muku.” Ikusaba nodded, her eyes never leaving Togami as she pulled out her
Student Handbook, and, opening the camera function, snapped a few photos of
Togami, stark naked with a dick up his ass. She moved her hands along the
screen for a brief instant, and a red light began glowing, and Togami blanched,
spinning around to face Enoshima. “Hang on a second. This wasn’t part of our
deal.” Enoshima shook her head and gripped his hair tighter, her thrust
increasing in force, and Togami’s yells of protest quickly gave way to moans of
pleasure once more. In a deep, controlled voice very much unlike her usual
tone, Enoshima said, “I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any
further.”
Enoshima continued pounding Togami roughly for a few more seconds, while her
sister captured the footage, before pulling out and releasing her grip on his
hair. Togami’s head slumped forward, and he took a few deep, gasping breaths,
before calming down and lifting his head up to glare at the pair of them.
Ikusaba halted her recording, before throwing her student handbook back onto
the bed. Enoshima, meanwhile, untied his hands, watching him fall to the floor
with a thud. “Wow, that looked like it hurt. Why didn’t you stop yourself
falling?” Enoshima laughed loudly as she said this, and she beckoned to her
sister to pick him up, while she pulled over the chair from earlier, and
rummaged into the bag one last time, pulling out a long dildo, much thinner
than the ones the twins had been using previously, with a long, round base at
the end, and she slammed it dramatically onto the chair, grinning sadistically
at Togami. “Now, Togami, darling. Sit.” Togami pulled himself up from his
position on the floor and looked over to the chair, then back to her, then back
to the chair. “You have got to be kidding me if you think I’m going to-mmff!”
His words were quickly cut off by a hand being smacked against his mouth, and
he felt the tip of a knife against his spine, slowly pushing its way forward.
Electing to not have a knife sticking out of his back, Togami walked slowly
towards the chair, as Enoshima rubbed a few dabs of lubricant up and down the
shaft. Togami felt himself being pushed down by an iron grip on his shoulders,
and his asshole being gently pushed apart once more, until it was buried deep
inside him, causing a small moan to escape his lips. His hands were quickly
bound behind his back, to the head of the chair, and a series of ropes quickly
found themselves wrapped around his chest, pinning him to the chair, before a
soft, smooth hand slowly stroked against his cock, and he felt his cock
beginning to grow hard in spite of his best efforts. Looking down, he saw
Enoshima’s hand slowly closed around his cock, reaching down occasionally to
drag her long, red nails against his ballsack, and he relaxed, leaning his head
back against the chair.
“Hey, Muku, could you do me a favour and go check on Makoto? I want some time
alone with Togami here, just the two of us.” Ikusaba raised her eyebrows
slightly, but nodded her acquiescence. Once her sister had gotten changed, and
the door had slipped shut behind her, Enoshima smiled toothily, and reached
into her bag, pulling out a bright-red lipstick, which was then delicately
applied to her lips. Once the lipstick had safely been deposited in her bag,
she resumed stroking his cock, until Togami was fully hard once more, at which
point she began to gently lick her way up and down his shaft, occasionally
stopping to run her tongue around the head of Togami’s impressive cock.
‘Exactly what I should have expected from the heir to the Togami Family, his
cock IS impressive, even if not much else about him is.’
She heard faint gasps and murmurs as she worked her way up and down his cock
with her tongue, trails of saliva connecting her to Togami’s cock. She ran her
tongue up to the very tip of his cock once more, before opening her mouth wide
and swallowing his cock down her throat. Once Enoshima had pushed down until
all of Togami’s cock had buried itself in her throat, she closed her mouth
slightly, forming a seal between Togami’s cock and her mouth, and she began to
move her head back and forth, streaks of red decorating Togami’s cock as she
deepthroated him effortlessly, and her hand idly reached its way between her
legs, and she began to finger herself as she worked on Togami’s cock, moving
her head up and down with slightly increasing speed, choking sounds spilling
out the sides of her mouth, around his cock as she kept facefucking herself
against his cock.
Togami, for his part, was trying not to respond to the fact that Junko Enoshima
was sucking his cock, a fact that only seemed to encourage her further, and he
felt the tight suction against his cock increase, and he spasmed as he felt
Enoshima continue to sucking like an expert, his body straining against the
ropes holding him in place, his lips shut tightly in an attempt to stop the
moans escaping. Enoshima looked up and saw him trying to maintain control and
rolled her eyes, before pulling her mouth off Togami’s cock and shaking her
head at him. “Fine, be that way Mr. Fusspot.” Togami slumped against the chair
slightly, more disappointed than he let on that Enoshima had stopped. Enoshima
noticed the small movement, and shrugged at him. “Hey, if you weren’t such a
fuckin’ drag, maybe that could’ve gone on longer. I was just trying to give
your cock a good send-off before we lock it up, but you just had to be
difficult, didn’t you?” Her hand reached out and began to squeeze against his
balls, and she repeated herself, a little more of an edge in her words.
“Didn’t. You?” Togami flinched as she began to slowly crush his testicles,
before nodding curtly as the pressure increased.
Enoshima released him from her grip, and she picked up the lipstick once more,
and began to write on him, tongue protruding from her mouth while she worked.
After about a minute of scribbling against him with her lipstick, she stepped
away, satisfied with her work. “Ta-daaaa. You look fabulous darling. There’s no
way Celestia is going to be able to resist you. There’s just one last touch
missing.” Enoshima reached over onto the bed, and pulled the small chastity
cage over, before slowly pulling it apart, and latching it onto Togami. Togami
flinched as the slightly-too-small cage was fastened around his cock, and he
snarled at her as it was locked into place. Enoshima grinned cutely up at him,
and winked, before picking up the long penis gag and dangling it in front of
him, as her sister slipped back into Togami’s room, and walked over to the pair
of them. “Junko, I saw them enter Kirigiri’s room, but with the soundproofing,
I couldn’t tell what was happening without listening at the keyhole, which
would attract too much attention.” Enoshima shrugged, and tossed the gag over
to her twin without looking, before pulling Togami’s head back and pinching his
nose. “Kinda expected that to be honest, I just wanted to get rid of you while
I had some fun with Togami. Now, why don’t you shove that thing down his
throat, and we can wheel him off to Celestia.”
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“And well, I’m pretty sure you know how that story ends Makoto.” Naegi nods,
the socks having long since been discarded before he goes to speak, but a
finger on his lips stops him. “ More importantly, I hope you’ve thought of what
you’re going to say to Sayaka when you see her?” Naegi rubs the back of his
head, and nods again, biting his lip nervously. “I mean, I don’t have it
memorized, but I at least need to talk to her. I was going to give it a shot
after our classes on Monday, assuming she isn’t too busy.” Enoshima slaps him
on the back, causing him to jerk forward suddenly, and she grins at him.
“That’s the spirit Makoto, what’s the worst that could happen? Just think,” she
finishes with a wink, “you might get lucky.” Naegi blushes and shrugs, unsure
how to respond, and Enoshima stands up, pulling him off the bed. “Okay, Makoto,
it’s probably time to go. We don’t need Ishimaru giving you shit for being here
late again. Last time was bad enough.” Naegi nods and pulls himself off the
bed, and he hugs both sisters goodbye, before slipping quietly out the door,
looking around for an angry Ishimaru.
Enoshima lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, and remembered the
part of the evening she hadn’t told Naegi about. Hell, she hadn’t even told her
own sister about it. The moment after the two of them had been left alone, the
moment she offered Togami a deal. The moment she offered to make this night go
away, to destroy all evidence of it happening (minus the bare minimum for her
own self-preservation). She remembered the look of incredulous anger on his
face as she offered him the ability to take Celestia down, to stop him becoming
her slave, all in exchange for Kyouko Kirigiri’s freedom. Enoshima remembered
the moment that anger changed to a quieter fury, and her hand idly slipped
between her legs, and she began to rub her fingers up and down as she
remembered Togami’s anger at Celestia for her slights against him, whatever
they were. 'She probably made fun of his glasses or something. Who seriously
gives a shit, anyway?' She laughed to herself as she remembered the single,
curt nod Togami gave her, mingled with a look in his eyes that promised
vengeance. Enoshima’s skilled, talented hands quickly brought her to orgasm,
and she slumped back on her bed, ignoring the odd look her sister gave her, and
grinned triumphantly. ‘It’s good to be the queen sometimes.’
End Notes
     Ahoy there, fellow smut-lovers.
     I know, I know, it's been a while. TBH, I've had this one done since
     January, it's just that editing took a while, and well...if I'm being
     frank with y'all, I ain't happy with this story. At all. I think this
     is the worst thing I've ever written. It just feels...overly self-
     indulgent and kinda crap.
     But I can't think of a lot to do to improve it, so I'm posting it,
     finished, edited and hopefully you enjoyed it.
     If we're lucky, I might be able to get two stories up next month (I
     do have them both written, they just need editing), but I don't wanna
     make that promise.
     (Also, please do not mention anything about NDRV3 to me, I know
     nothing about it, and am hoping to keep it that way until the English
     release).
     You guys know the drill from here. If you have any comments about
     this one, any criticisms about my writing style (heaven knows it does
     *need* some work badly), please lemme know. Otherwise, peace out, and
     I'll see y'all next time with some (hopefully) good SDR2 smut.
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