"Mahiru, please just open the door!" Ibuki cried out as she pounded on the door to Mahiru's cabin. Everyone had noticed how down she'd been, barely ever talking and only leaving her cabin to eat breakfast and dinner. "I can't stand not knowing why my friends are upset!" She pounded on the door again, and finally heard noise coming from inside. Ibuki waited for a few moments, until the door opened a crack, and Mahiru peeked her head out.
Her cheeks were slightly sunken, and she had bags under eyes, as if she hadn't slept for days. Her eyes seemed dull, and she was pale.
"What do you want?" She asked, her voice quiet, unlike how she used to be.
"Can I please come in and talk to you?" Ibuki asked gently. Mahiru stared at her in contemplation, then nodded. She opened the door and Ibuki stepped inside. As Mahiru closed the door behind her, Ibuki stared in shock at her room.
Her bed was a mess, unlike what she would've expected from someone like Mahiru. Things were scattered all over her floor, and some strange medicine sat on a nearby desk. The only thing that seemed untouched was a bulletin board with photos on it. Most were of the other students, some were from different parts of the island, and some seemed to be pictures of...a naked person...?
"P-please don't look at those!" Mahiru cried, the most emotion anyone had heard out of her in days. It was enough to make Ibuki jump and look away immediately. Mahiru sat down on the bed, her eyes closed.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong?" Ibuki asked. "Everyone has noticed that you haven't been yourself." Mahiru didn't meet her eyes, and fiddled with her fingers. Ibuki also noticed how her clothes were messy, and had splotches of white here and there that she couldn't identify. She could also see traces of what seemed to be a similar thing in her hair. Ibuki decided not to ask, and continued.
"We just want to know what happened." Mahiru grunted, still looking away from Ibuki. Ibuki sighed. "Also...we were wondering...none of us have seen Nagito or Hiyoko…" At the mention of Hiyoko's name, Mahiru's face paled and she clenched her fists, "...and while we don't care as much about Nagito, we know you and Hiyoko have gotten kind of close lately, so we figured you'd know where she is." Ibuki watched Mahiru. She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but she didn't, and shook her head.
"I…haven't seen her." Mahiru answered. Ibuki watched a tear fall down her cheek, and she rushed up to her. Ibuki sat down on the bed next to her, and went in for a hug. As soon as Ibuki made contact, Mahiru jumped up, eyes widened in fear.
"Hey…" Ibuki tried her softest voice, which was strange for her, considering how she was usually so boisterous. "Come here." Ibuki held out her arms, and Mahiru trembled. "If you don't want to tell me what's wrong, at least let me comfort you. I've been told I give great hugs, especially when they have their face in my chest!" Ibuki joked. Mahiru gave in and sat back down, accepting the hug. Eventually, Ibuki heard Mahiru begin to sob, and Ibuki simply held her as Mahiru broke in her arms, crying her eyes out for a good long while.
Ibuki closed the door behind her. She wasn't sure how long Mahiru had cried for, but Mahiru had eventually quieted, and fallen asleep in Ibuki's arms. Ibuki did her best to lay her on her bed, and left.
Ibuki felt like something was nagging at her, something she was supposed to do. She put her fingers to the sides of her head, which always seemed to help. She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember.
Finally, it hit her. Mikan had asked for her to come to the pharmacy. Ibuki figured she should go and see if Mikan had anything that could help Mahiru out. Surely there was some sort of diagnosis Mikan could give her and some medication she could take. There always seemed to be medicine for everything, in Ibuki's experience.
So Ibuki made her way to the pharmacy. Along the way she tried cheering herself up by humming her favorite song and skipping along the ground. It worked, and by the time she reached her destination, she had a smile on her face.
Ibuki opened the door, temporarily blinded by the bright interior. She immediately spotted Mikan at the opposite side of the room with her back turned to Ibuki.
"Hey Mikan!" Ibuki said, now as cheerful as she usually was. "What did you want me for? Oh, and I was also wondering if you could do something about Mahiru, like give her a sort of check up or something." Mikan didn't turn around as she answered.
"Oh...I was wondering if you could help me with something." She said, her voice steadier than Ibuki usually heard it. It set off some alarms in Ibuki's head, but she ignored them as usual and walked over to Mikan. It didn't take long, and when Ibuki was standing right behind her, Mikan finally turned around, and Ibuki jumped back in fear.
Mikan's eye was an empty socket, a mixed color of black and dark red, as it looked like dried blood around the hole. It sent chills down Ibuki's spine and through her whole body. Eventually, her fight or flight response chilled a bit, and instead of determining that it was probably real, Ibuki's brain decided to go with the less horrifying option.
"W-woah!" Ibuki exclaimed. "That's some wicked make-up and art stuff!" She walked closer again, and peered at it. "It looks so...realistic!"
"Ah, thank you." Mikan said, her chill voice making Ibuki shiver again. Was it cold in here?
"Soooooo, what did you need my help with?" Ibuki asked, trying not to stare at the terrifyingly realistic paint.
"Ah, you see, someone came by and told me they had a problem that only you could fix." She said, and Ibuki raised an eyebrow. Ibuki liked mysteries, but not when someone was super cryptic. "Here, I have a chair you can sit in." Mikan stepped aside to reveal a folding chair. Those alarm bells rang in Ibuki's head again, but despite that, she sat down in the chair, shifting uncomfortably on the seat. She shoved her skirt under her legs to make sure her bare thighs didn't touch the cold metal of the chair.
"Please wait here." Mikan said, and retreated to a back room. Ibuki didn't remember that being here, though in all fairness, between her inability to notice general things at times, and the fact that she hadn't been here much, she wasn't surprised. She waited there patiently, and the door opened. Ibuki looked up to see Hajime walking into the pharmacy. A smile came to Ibuki's face; she thought Hajime was a cool guy, but then she saw his face. His face seemed...different. It reminded her of Mahiru, but without the tiredness. His eyes were dull, and his face was stern. When his gaze landed on her, she felt yet another shiver. Seriously, was it cold in here?!
"Hi, Hajime! What are you doing here?" Ibuki asked. Mikan returned from the back room, and smiled when she saw Hajime.
"Hajime is the one who needed help from you." Mikan explained, and Ibuki's mind automatically jumped to lewd thoughts that she forced herself not to say aloud.
"Help with what exactly?" Ibuki asked.
"He has some...needs that he really needs to take care of, and he needs you to accomplish that." Mikan explained further, and Ibuki frowned. Wait, was it actually what she had been thinking? Her cheeks flushed at the thought. Hajime walked over and knelt down. Ibuki instinctively leaned back as Hajime examined her. She felt his steely gaze fixate on her shoulders, and her thighs, which made her cheeks flush even more. He grunted, then stood back up, turning to face Mikan.
"Do you have everything ready?" He asked. Mikan nodded, and Ibuki was growing more nervous by the second.
"Ibuki, would you please accompany me to the back?" Mikan asked. Ibuki nervously stood up as she nodded, and followed Mikan to the back room.
It was dusty and dark, lit only by a small lightbulb hanging above a medical bed. Shelves lined the walls, filled with items covered in dust. It seemed more like an abandoned basement than the back room of a pharmacy.
Hajime looked over at Ibuki, and, feeling his gaze, looked back. "Lay on the bed." His tone was harsh, and intimidating, enough so that she felt like she would be in trouble if she didn't. So, she quickly laid on the bed, taking a second to make sure her skirt was down. She didn't want to flash Hajime during this. Though she still didn't know what exactly this was. She tried to stay calm however. She was just overthinking it. Hajime probably just needed some kind of treatment, and Mikan needed an extra set of hands.
"Now, please stay calm, and don't struggle." Mikan said, and before Ibuki could question it, she felt Mikan grab her hand, and begin tying it to the bed. Ibuki tried to reach for it with her other hand, but Hajime grabbed hold of it, and tied it to the other side.
"W-w-wait!!" Ibuki cried. "Th-this is-!" They ignored her and continued binding her hands to the bed tightly before they moved on to her legs. Once again, her brain tried to protect her sanity and go with a different option from the obvious one. "O-okay, guys, you got me. But this isn't funny anymore." They continued ignoring her and kept tying up her legs until she was completely bound to the bed. "Seriously, you can let me go now. It was a good prank, but I'm getting really uncomfortable." Mikan stepped back and watched Ibuki as Hajime pulled up a small table covered in medical supplies. He grabbed some scissors off of them, and turned to Ibuki, looming over her. "S-seriously, guys! Please stop!" Hajime leaned down and grabbed her collar. During the entire confrontation, Ibuki's eyes met Mikan's, and she finally realized.
That wasn't make-up.
Despite her pleas, Hajime began to cut down the middle of her dress, slowly revealing her cleavage and skin, leaving her face red. She was never one to back away from being crude at times, but she still felt total embarrassment as he cut down far enough to reveal her plaid red bra. He continued down until he had made it completely through the dress. Once it was done, he worked on cutting through her sleeves.
"M-Mikan!!" Ibuki cried. "What are you doing! Stop him!!" Mikan tilted her head.
"Why?" Mikan asked. Ibuki stared at her in shock as Hajime finished cutting through her sleeves, allowing him to pull her dress off, leaving her topless except for her bra. But even that wasn't enough, and he grabbed the middle of the bra, right between the cups, and lifted it, placing it between the blades.
"N-no! Seriously, stop!" Ibuki pleaded. "I-I know I like to make jokes and stuff, but I really don't like this, please!" Hajime smiled and pressed the blades together, cutting the bra in half, which he pulled away from her body. Her breasts bounced slightly, now freed from their confinement, and Ibuki's face burned from embarrassment.
Hajime looked down, and placed a hand against Ibuki's bare stomach, which made her jump. His hand seemed ice cold, and she shivered as he moved it up her body. She lurched as he brought it up and over one of her mounds, then over to the other, resting it on top, and giving it a little squeeze. Despite the situation, Ibuki had to admit it felt good.
"Hm…" Hajime moved his hand away and examined the unexpected metal piece that ran through one of Ibuki's nipples. To be honest though, he wasn't really surprised that she had a nipple piercing. It bothered him though. So he set down the scissors and grabbed a pair of pliers. To Ibuki's horror, he grabbed onto the piercing with the pliers, and started to pull. Immediately, she felt pain coursing through her chest as her breast was pulled. Hajime managed to keep hold of the piercing as her breast stretched. She groaned and her back lurched, subconsciously trying to alleviate the stretching pain. Eventually, Hajime gave it a hard yank, and it finally came out, letting the breast bounce back into place, the nipple left bleeding. Ibuki felt tears welling up in her eyes as the blood trickled over her body onto the bed. Ibuki panted from the pain, and looked up at Hajime. It didn't hit her what had just happened until she saw the bloody piercing clasped in the pliers Hajime held. Her jaw went slack, and she felt like her heart had stopped.
"Much better." Hajime said as he set the pliers down, dropping the piercing with a little clink. He picked the scissors back up and approached her once more. Ibuki shook her head, silently pleading with him. He ignored her completely, and quickly cut through her skirt in a matter of seconds, throwing it aside and leaving her in only her matching pair of panties. He smiled down at her and groped at her thigh.
"Why?! Why are you doing this?!" Ibuki screamed as Hajime lifted up her waistband, and placed the scissors against them, bringing the blades together and cutting through the thin fabric. He pulled them away, leaving her completely nude except for her socks and shoes. Ibuki looked away in embarrassment as she felt Hajime observe her pussy. Ibuki always shaved, as she felt like her pubic hair was always gross, though she wasn't very good at it, sometimes nicking herself. She still was bare however, so Hajime was able to see everything.
As Ibuki looked away from Hajime and his piercing gaze, she saw Mikan walk over to another table, where a blowtorch and a shovel sat. Mikan picked up the items, and turned on the blowtorch. She placed the flame against the metal of the shovel, which soon turned red from the heat.
Ibuki gave her a confused look before she suddenly felt her body jerk as Hajime placed a finger against her pussy. She jerked her head towards him, and as she watched, he rubbed her clit with his fingers. Despite her efforts not to, Ibuki felt moans crawl up her throat and escape from between her lips.
"S-stop...I don't...I don't want this…" she pleaded through her tears. Her body bucked with his movements, and he even shoved a finger inside her, moving it around and making it hard for her to breathe. Before she could climax though, he pulled out, and her body settled back on the bed, leaving her breathing heavily.
Hajime had set down the scissors, and looked over at Mikan, who looked back and nodded, still blowtorching the shovel. Hajime grabbed something else off the table: a cleaver. Ibuki's eyes went wide with pure terror, and Hajime brought the cleaver over to her shoulder.
"Please…" Ibuki begged one last time. Hajime gave her a small smile as he lifted the blade up, and brought it down hard on her arm.
Blinding pain made her scream in agony as she felt warm blood burst out of her and flow down her arm. The feeling was indescribable, and only became magnified as he brought the blade back up and then down again on the same spot. She heard the horrible squelching noises it made as more blood shot out from the wound. Ibuki didn't look in fear of passing out from the sight. The pain she felt was enough. Hajime brought the knife up and back down again and again a few more times until she could no longer feel her arm. At that point, blood had soaked the bed, as well as the cleaver. She heard a usually satisfying "shink" and then a thump as her arm was completely severed from her body, dropping to the floor. Despite what she heard telling her otherwise, she felt a strange tingling, up and down fingers that were no longer attached to her. The tingling turned to twitching. It was an odd sensation that left her in a slight state of shock.
As Hajime moved to Ibuki's other side, Mikan rushed over with the shovel, red hot from the heat of the blowtorch, and pressed it flat against the massive wound. The burning made Ibuki scream and thrash around as Mikan used the shovel to cauterize the wound. Once she was satisfied, Mikan moved away, and Ibuki fell back onto the bed, sweat dotting her face. She looked up at Hajime as he loomed over her, smiling wickedly.
Mikan walked over to the desk, and picked up the blowtorch once more. She turned it on and blasted the slightly cooled off shovel. Hajime leaned back and raised the cleaver again.
"Hey Mikan?" He said, and brought the blade down on her other arm, Ibuki's screeches of agony echoing through the dark room.
"Yes?" She answered.
"Would you be interested in a threesome between you, me, and Mahiru?" Hajime asked as he lifted the blade and brought it back down again. Tears streamed down Ibuki's cheeks as more crimson soaked the sheets underneath her.
"I'm open to anything with you~" Mikan answered, and Hajime laughed. He repeated the motions he'd done with the other arm, bringing the cleaver down over and over until her arm was completely severed from her body and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. Ibuki's throat was hoarse from screaming, but even so, she still shouted as Mikan once again brought the shovel over and used it to cauterize the new wound. Ibuki could do nothing but cry and yell out for anyone to save her.
"As much as I enjoy fucking her, there's only so much I can do with her alone." Hajime continued, moving his hand over Ibuki's breasts, caressing them gently. "I figured having a third person would make things more interesting." His hand trailed down her stomach, and stopped on her thigh.
"Sure, anything for you~!" Mikan exclaimed with glee. Hajime smiled, lifted the cleaver, and brought it down onto her leg. As soon as the blade made contact, Ibuki blacked out, no longer able to withstand the pain.
"Awww, she's out." Hajime said with a pout as Ibuki's head flopped over. The sight of her upper body, which now only consisted of her torso, made his dick push painfully against his pants. "I was hoping she would last a bit longer than that." He continued hacking at her leg. Mikan had instructed him on where to hit that wouldn't make her bleed out and die immediately, so long as she was quick to cauterize it. He was disappointed at how much would be left, but he didn't want her dead.
He attacked the leg with extreme ferocity until it joined her other limbs on the floor. Mikan immediately took care of the wound with the shovel as Hajime admired the new look the bed had. Plain white beds always seemed so boring to him.
"You know…" Mikan said as she finished, standing up and setting down the shovel. She got up close to Hajime, and put her hand against the bulge in his pants. "I can take care of this for you if you want~" She rubbed it, making him grunt. He grabbed her shoulders, and shoved her away.
"Let's finish this first." Hajime said, and Mikan pouted, but nodded. She picked the shovel back up and brought the torch to it again as Hajime cut the last remaining limb. "At least she won't be able to kill herself to escape now. Gotta say, I'm surprised Mahiru hasn't tried it again since that first time." Mikan giggled in response. Hajime sighed. It wasn't as fun without her screams and tears, but still…
Every time the blade came down, and made that beautiful noise of tearing through flesh, muscle, and bone, he felt his dick twitch painfully. He felt his hips thrusting every time he brought it to her leg. And that sound of it hitting the floor, god it made him leak precum right there. Mikan hurried to cauterize it for the last time as Hajime stumbled back and set the cleaver down. Once Mikan had finished, she walked over to the desk, and set down the shovel.
When she turned back around though, Hajime immediately grabbed her shoulders, and shoved her down to her knees, thrusting his now freed cock into her mouth. Mikan marveled at how quick he had undressed as she gagged from his dick hitting the back of her throat hard. He wasted no time in using his hands to guide her against his dick, thrusting it in and out with great force. Despite her gagging, Mikan felt arousal coursing through her, and she reached under her dress, pushing her fingers against her dripping pussy. Hajime had instructed her to never wear underwear again, so she hadn't. Her nipples constantly rubbing against her dress had already turned her on enough, but now she was positively aching with lust.
She shoved a finger inside herself and matched his thrusting movements as he leaned back and moaned, happy to finally release his sexual frustrations on what was, to him, essentially a living sex toy. She didn't mind, however, she simply craved him and his dick. He didn't last long from her slurping and gagging before he came, shoving himself all the way inside her as he did so, making his semen shoot down her throat fast. It was warm, and Mikan happily accepted every last drop. Once Hajime was done, he pulled out and shoved her away, but she didn't mind. She was just happy to have made him feel so good.
"What now?" Mikan asked once she had swallowed everything. Hajime didn't even get dressed, simply allowing his softening dick to flop around as he walked back over the bed.
"We aren't done yet." He said as he reached down and picked up Ibuki's now much lighter body, as well as a long, thin metal rod off the table covered in tools, and started walking over towards a sink hidden against the wall. He set her body down on a counter next to it, with her head tilted so that one of her ears was facing almost downward. He grabbed her head, and leaned down. Mikan rushed over to meet him, and Hajime quickly jabbed the rod in Ibuki's ear, and started to turn it like a crank. Immediately, blood began to flow down out of the ear, which Mikan immediately started to wash out of her ear. Hajime did this for a few seconds until he was satisfied. Once Mikan had completely washed it out, Hajime turned Ibuki's head the other way and repeated the process with her other ear. He wiggled the rod around, destroying her eardrum as best he could as Mikan washed it out to prevent any infection. He didn't want her dying on him.
The steady movement of the rod in her ear, and the sight of her blood dripping slowly down her head started turning Hajime on once more.
Once both her eardrums were sufficiently damaged, Hajime walked over again to the table again, set down the bloody rod, and picked up the scissors again, as well as a scalpel as Mikan retrieved a device she had found herself. Hajime went back to the sink as Mikan used the device to hold Ibuki's mouth open. Hajime reached into her mouth, grabbed her tongue, pulled it out, and using the scissors, cut through the fleshy mass, causing blood to drip down into her mouth. After completely severing the tongue, they turned her head to allow the blood to drain down into the sink once more. Hajime sighed as he realized he forgot something, and walked back over to the table to retrieve the pliers as well. As he did that, Mikan worked at sewing the wound closed on her tongue. Hajime couldn't help but marvel at the speed and precision Mikan worked at, truly deserving of her title.
Next, Hajime went to work pulling out each and every one of Ibuki's teeth, somehow not managing to wake her up in the process as her gums became a bloody mass. That pain from the amputations really knocked her out, it seemed. Good.
As he pulled each tooth, Mikan washed out the blood, staining the sink red as Hajime threw the teeth aside onto the counter, next to Ibuki. Once every tooth was pulled and her mouth was cleaned, Hajime set aside the pliers. Time for the final part.
Hajime gripped the scalpel as he pulled at her upper lip, stretching it. He stabbed the scalpel into the skin and began to wiggle it back and forth. As blood coated the scalpel, he cut away at her lip, shivering at the sight of the skin giving way to the blade as he separated her lip from the rest of her face. Once the section of skin was cut away, he threw it into a nearby trash can, and repeated the process with her lower lip. His now fully-erect dick twitched with arousal as he happily and methodically tore the lip away and tossed it into the trash. Mikan washed it, and Hajime set down the scalpel, finally done.
Ibuki's mouth was left a mess, barely looking like a human mouth anymore, the skin around it red and rough. Her gums were full of holes, and her tongue was barely recognizable, covered in black stitches. Hajime could feel his arousal straining him, so he picked Ibuki back up and brought her back to the bed. He laid her down gently onto the bloodstained sheets, and crawled onto it with her. He used his fingers to spread her lower lips as he positioned his dick against them. Remembering his time with Hiyoko, Hajime spit onto his hands and rubbed them against his dick, feeling it twitch under his fingers. He adjusted himself against Ibuki, and without hesitation, shoved himself deep inside her.
Hajime felt that same pressure as before, as Ibuki was far from aroused, but he continued anyway, shoving himself all the way in, his balls slapping against her skin. Hajime took a moment to look down at Ibuki. Her face was scrunched up, meaning she seemed to be returning to consciousness. Oh, the look on Ibuki's face when she woke up to this would be so amazing...not that her body at the moment wasn't currently amazing. The messy wounds where her arms and legs used to be, as well as the mass of flesh that remained of her mouth turned Hajime on immensely.
He pulled out and thrusted back into Ibuki, hard. His balls slapped her as he pushed himself into her, throwing his entire body against hers. Her breasts jiggled from the movements.
Mikan appeared at the other side and, seemingly horny herself, reached out and grabbed onto Ibuki's breasts, massaging the soft mounds under her gentle fingers. Ibuki groaned as she began to wake up, and Hajime smiled as her eyes fluttered open.
It took a moment for things to register for Ibuki. As her eyes opened, the first thing she felt was wooziness, a kind of dizziness she had never really experienced before. The next thing she noticed was something shoving against her hard enough that it hurt. The third was something grabbing her chest.
Eventually, her senses sharpened enough for her to be able to focus enough to see the room around her, or at the very least, the ceiling. Her memories also flooded back, memories of extreme pain from an unwanted amputation.
Ibuki looked down to find two hands on her breasts, and a blurry shape looming above her as that pressure continued against her lower half. Ibuki blinked her eyes to try to clear her vision. She felt saliva in her mouth, but when she tried to close her mouth, for whatever reason, she couldn't. She was forced to swallow it over and over.
Eventually, her vision focused enough that she was able to see that the thing in front of her was a person. Then she recognized that smile. It was Hajime. Ibuki's face went red when she realized he was naked, and even more so when she was able to finally get a grasp on the situation.
He was thrusting his hips against hers, shoving something inside her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, and Ibuki tried to speak, to once again tell him to stop what he was doing, but all that came out was some gurgles and "augh" noises. Why couldn't she speak?!
She couldn't stand to watch him fucking her, so she looked away, figuring that Mikan was the one groping her. She was completely powerless, as she had no limbs to use to fight back. All she could do was simply lay there as he thrusted in and out of her over and over while Mikan squeezed her breasts firmly.
Hajime laughed, and began to slow down. They continued slowing down further and further until he pushed inside her one last time. Hajime groaned and Ibuki felt a warmth spread inside her. She knew what had happened, and could do nothing except accept that it had happened. As Hajime emptied himself inside her, Ibuki once again fell into unconsciousness, into a deep darkness she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to crawl out of.
"She's out again." Hajime said as he pulled out of her, splashing a bit of white onto the red sheets as cum leaked out of Ibuki's pussy. Mikan stood, and nodded. Hajime breathed heavily as he looked down at Ibuki. Her expression of shock had been exactly what he'd been hoping for, and had helped him go the rest of the way to his climax. "Let's take her back." Mikan nodded.
Hajime finally got dressed and picked up Ibuki. By now, it was dark, so Hajime wasn't too worried about carrying Ibuki back to her cabin. They didn't come across anyone along the way, so it was smooth sailing. They made it to her cottage without any issues, and brought her inside, laying what was left of her nude body onto the bed before leaving and closing the door behind them, locking it as well.
"Hey, how is she gonna eat?" Mikan asked.
"Why is that our problem?" Hajime answered, and Mikan shrugged. "Now then, shall we go?" Mikan gave him a confused look, that is, until he pointed at Mahiru's cabin. Once she reached an understanding, she smiled and nodded, and the two made their way over to the cabin, smiling all the while.