Chihiro nibbled on his blueberry scone as he intently listened to Miu ranting about the problems her newest invention had caused. He still wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here, but he was actually pretty happy with the situation.

"And then it nearly sliced up all my clothes! Right there in the classroom!" Miu said, sighing. "It's just a bug though, I know it. Once I fix it, it'll be the best damn self-folding robot in the world!"

"Are…are there any other self-folding robots in the world?" Chihiro asked, and Miu froze with a smile on her face. She quickly recovered, however.

"Either way, it'll be the best in the world, even if it's the only one in the world! Mwahahahahaha!" She said with a hearty laugh. Chihiro smiled as he wiped his hands off on the napkin he had with him. Miu took a gulp of an intense cold brew she'd ordered, and sighed happily.

"Thank you for taking me here." Chihiro said shyly, a slight blush on his face. "I definitely was surprised that you'd ask me out a second time…"

"Well after that first date-" Miu said the word so easily that Chihiro felt his blush deepen, "-you were so cute that I needed to see your pretty face again!"

"W-well thank you. Next time…I want to take you somewhere…somewhere special to me." He said, and he looked down at his lap. "Because…I really like spending time with you. I like listening to you talk about your inventions, and seeing you get so passionate about stuff gives me a warmth in my chest I can't explain…" Chihiro stopped when he heard a sniffle. He looked up and found Miu sobbing. "Wh-what's wrong?!" Chihiro asked with concern.

"I…" Miu said, and hesitated. She looked over at him, and stood up. She grabbed Chihiro by the collar and lifted him up, bringing him close as she smashed her lips against his. Chihiro gasped in surprise as he experienced his first kiss. It was…sloppy, as Miu basically was doing more squishing her lips against his instead of actually kissing, but it still sent jolts throughout Chihiro's entire body. Her lips were warm and soft, and would be otherwise welcoming if the kiss was done better.

Just as soon as it began, it ended as Miu pulled away, her entire face a deep red shade.

"Y-you should feel lucky! Y-you just received Miu Iruma's first…k-kiss!" Miu said, trying to maintain her usual confidence and very much failing. Chihiro giggled, and stood up, walked over to her, and embraced her.

"Thank you! I can't wait to have another date with you!" Chihiro said, and Miu wiggled around in his embrace, mentally panicking as she was unsure what to do.

Before she could decide, Chihiro pulled away as his phone suddenly went off. Miu's phone also vibrated, which, due to its location, made her jump in surprise as she moaned. Chihiro looked over at her in concern, and immediately regretted it. He watched as she pulled her shirt and bra forward as she fished out her phone from underneath. Chihiro's eyes caught a glimpse of something small and pink standing atop one of her large mounds, and felt a squeak shoot out from between his lips. Thankfully, Miu didn't address it and instead opened up the message she had received.

"HOLY SHIT!" She exclaimed, loud enough that she got a few strange looks from the customers nearby. "Chihiro, you should really open your phone. It's kinda hot!"

Confused and even more concerned, Chihiro hesitantly opened up his phone and viewed the message. He felt the blood drain from his face and had to suppress the urge to vomit as he felt the scone in his belly threaten to shoot back up the way it came. Chihiro steadied himself against the table as he quickly closed the message. Miu was still viewing it with extreme interest.

"You know, I thought for sure that pipsqueak would've had a smaller dick…" she said. "I'm impressed, for what it is."

"I…I think I'm gonna go…I'll see you another time." Chihiro said, holding his stomach as she walked out of the building and back towards his dorm room. He was trying his best to get the image out of his head, but it kept creeping back in. So instead, he thought about Miu, and their short, yet amazing first kiss. Chihiro couldn't help but smile.

It definitely helped.

Chihiro felt sick…again.

He had just watched the newly sent full video of that cook jacking off into the salad. He wasn't sure why he'd watched it; maybe morbid curiosity? Either way, he was left feeling nauseous, and was trying his best to clear his head of the disgusting sight he had just witnessed. He wasn't usually the type to be…aggressive, but he was actually glad the other student was gone now. Though, if he'd been arrested and not just expelled, then Chihiro would've felt bad.

He set down the tablet he'd been viewing the video on, and stood up, deciding to take some time to take a short walk to clear his thoughts. He put the tablet in his bag, and started making his way out of the classroom.

In the halls, a few students milled about, gossiping about the cook and the terrible thing he'd done. Well, that wasn't helping. Chihiro knew he needed to get away from everyone else.

As Chihiro walked, his mind drifted to the previous day's events, and he felt a shudder go through his body as he remembered his date with Miu. Then he remembered their kiss…

His first kiss…

He got so lost in thought that when he took a turn, he nearly ran into someone. Chihiro stumbled back and looked up to see who it was.

"Sorry…" he said, already prepared to apologize. He was met with a kind smile, and the other person shaking their head.

"You're fine. You're from class 78, right? It's uh…ah, Chihiro, correct?" The girl asked. Chihiro nodded. "Wow…sorry if this comes off as weird but…you're such a pretty girl!" Chihiro smiled and laughed nervously. Right…there were still some people who didn't know, though it wasn't necessarily a problem. He'd only gotten around to telling a few people he'd become comfortable with.

"A-and you're the one who likes to take pictures, right?" He asked, unable to remember her name. She seemed to pick up on that fact as she nodded.

"Yes, the name is Mahiru Koizumi." She said, and smiled wide for him. For some reason, despite how warm her smile was, Chihiro felt a shiver down his spine. "Speaking of, have I gotten your picture for the yearbook yet?" She asked, and Chihiro shook his head. He didn't think of himself as someone who was very photogenic, though that was likely just his low self-esteem talking. He was trying to be better about that, but it was hard. "Then, if you aren't busy, would you like to take care of that right now?" Chihiro gave it some thought. It would be a nice distraction from that cook's disgusting video…

"Sure!" Chihiro said, and gave her a smile. Her own smile seemed to widen in a way that made Chihiro feel nervous once again, but that nervousness faded almost as fast as it popped up.

"Then let's find an empty classroom. I already have my camera, since I take it everywhere!" She said, holding up the camera whose strap was around her neck. Chihiro nodded, and as Mahiru turned around and started walking to find an empty classroom, Chihiro followed, trying not to focus on the strange sense of dread he felt…

"So what kind of pose do you want to do? A simple one, or something related to your talent…?" Mahiru asked as she started adjusting the settings on her camera. Chihiro wasn't really sure what he could do to "pose" for his talent, so…

"I think a normal pose would be best." He said.

"Well, we should do a couple of not-as-normal ones, just to be sure we're getting really good, nice pictures." Mahiru said. Chihiro nodded, despite the uneasiness he felt. It was something he'd been feeling the entire time he'd been standing with the photographer. Despite that, he tried to ignore it.

"You know, you're really cute." Mahiru suddenly said, and Chihiro blushed.

"I-I'm really not…" Chihiro said, but Mahiru smiled and shook her head.

"Sure you are! Just take the compliment!" She said as she snapped some more pictures. Chihiro wasn't quite sure, but it seemed like every time she took a picture, she moved a little closer. "Hey, Chihiro?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going out with anyone?"

Immediately Miu popped into his head. Sure, they'd gone on two dates, and even kissed, but did that mean they were dating? "N-no…" he said, unsure of himself.

"Too bad…well, for everybody else at least." Mahiru said. "Maybe I should take you for myself~"

"Wh-what?" Chihiro said, and he suddenly realized that she was now right in front of him.

"You're not just cute, you're pretty~" Mahiru said, and placed a hand against his cheek. Chihiro instinctively slapped it away, but she suddenly leapt on top of him. Setting her camera aside, she pinned down his wrists with her hands, staring down at him.

How did it come to this so fast?!

"Maybe we should take some nude pictures~" she said. She pulled his wrists up towards his head, where she was then able to hold them with one hand. With her now free hand, she gently tugged at the bow at the front of his outfit. She was close enough that Chihiro could smell her perfume, and he hated how nice it smelled. She pulled at the bow with more force and undid it, throwing it aside.

Mahiru leaned down and pressed her body against Chihiro's, forcing him to feel her breasts squished against his chest as she placed her mouth on his neck and started to suck at it. Chihiro could feel the stimulation getting to him, and he was afraid it would start to show down below.

His fears were confirmed when Mahiru broke away from him and looked down.

"Oh? What's this~?" She asked as she saw the bulge in his skirt.

"Th-that's-!" Chihiro started, but stopped when she put her free hand on top of his skirt and gently rubbed the bulge. Sparks shot through his nerves, having never had anyone touch that spot like that before.

"You were hiding this the whole time?" She asked as she reached under Chihiro's skirt and grabbed at his underwear.

"N-no, stop!" Chihiro begged, but Mahiru didn't listen. Before he knew it, his underwear was ripped off his body and thrown aside. Mahiru kicked her lips as she threw up Chihiro's skirt, and Chihiro's dick was left in full view.

It was about four inches long but it was slowly growing as he became more and more aroused by Mahiru's touch, especially when she put a finger against his shaft and started rubbing it. Chihiro felt a moan escape his lips as his body shuddered. He tried to pull his wrists away from Mahiru's grasp, but either he was extremely weak, she was weirdly strong, or a combination of both.

"So warm and hard~" Mahiru said with a smile as she continued to stroke Chihiro's dick, until it was eventually at full mast, leaving it standing at a little over five inches.

"Please…s-stop, I don't want-" Chihiro said, and moaned as she wrapped her entire hand around his dick and began to pump it. Chihiro felt extreme pleasure coursing through him as he experienced the touch of a woman for the first time in the worst way he could've imagined. But it would only get worse.

Mahiru, in one quick motion, let go of Chihiro's wrists and turned around as she sat down on top of him, pinning his body down, and leaving his chest to feel the softness of her ass against it, which only drove his arousal further.

"G-get off of me! Please!" Chihiro pleaded as, his hands now finally free, he tried to shove Mahiru off of him, but failed. Mahiru grinned as she leaned down, grabbing firmly onto Chirhio's dick. She opened her mouth and gently took his head inside her. "Ahhhhhh~!!" Chihiro moaned loudly. At that moment, he hoped someone would hear him and come and save him, but at the same time he didn't want anyone to see this.

Sensations unlike anything Chihiro had ever experienced coursed through him, and he didn't like that it felt so damn good. It only continued to get better, or rather, worse, as Mahiru moved down further, taking more of his dick inside her mouth, and lapping her tongue against his shaft. Chihiro's entire body was shaking as she sucked him off. His head swam and he pulled desperately at Mahiru's clothes so hard it felt like he was about to rip them.

Mahiru mumbled something into his dick that he couldn't understand, but she somehow managed to shove even more into her mouth until he was entirely inside her. She fondled his balls in her hand as she sucked at his dick, and Chihiro felt an unfamiliar pressure building inside him. Of course he wasn't an idiot, and knew he was approaching a climax, but that didn't mean he wanted it!

"G-get…off…me…" he said weakly, and moaned again as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft until he finally came. His body shuddered as his semen erupted out in waves into her mouth, and she happily sucked up everything she could, the sound of her slurping so disgusting that Chihiro felt like throwing up even more than he already did. Some dripped out from between her lips onto Chihiro's waist. While it probably only lasted seconds at most, to Chihiro, it felt like it lasted for minutes.

"Mmmm~" Mahiru moaned once it was all done. She sat up and licked her lips to get any residue left behind before she flipped around and faced Chihiro. Chihiro didn't know what to say, so for a while he simply laid there panting. Had he really just been…? It didn't feel real…how had this happened?! Mahiru simply smiled as he looked up at her in shock.

"P-please let me leave now…" Chihiro said when he finally found his voice again, and Mahiru put her hand to her chin.

"Actually, I think now…we get to the really fun stuff~" she said, and before Chihiro could ask what that meant, he had the briefest glimpse of something flat and hard coming down to meet his face before everything suddenly went black.

When Chihiro finally was able to open his eyes, he was staring up at a dark ceiling. Immediately, he felt stinging pain on his face, specifically on his nose. He tried to reach up to reflexively rub his face, but he couldn't. His arm didn't seem to want to move, at least not very far. Chihiro pulled again, and then again. Finally he looked over to see what was impeding his arm, and to his horror, he found it was bound to a large table. In fact, his entire body was tied to the table! And on top of that, he was naked!

"You're finally awake?" A voice said, and Chihiro craned his neck to the other side to see Mahiru standing there holding what looked like a mechanical knife, but the blade was small. Was…was that a scalpel?!

"Where am I?! What's happening?! Let me go!!" Chihiro said as the memories of Mahiru raping him flooded back in an instant. Mahiru simply laughed.

"No, I don't think I will. I'm not done with you yet, cutie~" Mahiru said with a smile. She stood up and as she walked over towards his feet, Chihiro heard two pairs of footsteps, as well as a familiar voice.

"I told you he was a guy." One voice said. "It's so obvious."

"I don't think it was obvious to anyone except you…" a second, meeker voice said. Chihiro felt a flicker of hope.

"Junko! Mukuro!" He screamed. "Help me! This crazy girl had tied me up, help! Hellllppppp!!!"

"Why?" Junko said as she entered the room with her sister close behind. Chihiro froze and stared at her in shock and confusion.

"Wh-what? B-but…"

"I'm here to watch the show dummy!" Junko said as she grabbed a nearby chair and flipped it around as she sat down, resting her head on the back of the chair. Mukuro grabbed her own chair and quietly sat it down facing the normal way she sat down.

"B-but-AH!" Chihiro shrieked as he felt Mahiru suddenly grab his dick. He did his best to turn towards her.

"Now hold still, and feel free to scream~" Mahiru said as she brought the scalpel down, and started to cut into Chihiro's shaft near the head of his dick. Chihiro screamed louder than he'd ever screamed before as searing pain shot through his entire body, causing it to thrash. Mahiru smiled as she did her best to saw into his dick, even as he moved and wiggled around. Chihiro wailed as blood trickled down the side of his dick and started to collect around his dick, and drip into the table. The pain became so intense that Chihiro felt everything go dark again.

Eventually, after making it about halfway through, she pulled the scalpel away as the sides of the dick seemed to go limp, and Mahiru looked down inside. The blood was mostly obscuring her view, but she could see the blood vessels and wet, spongy material making up the inside. It was a disgusting mess, but it made Mahiru smile.

"Ew…that's so gross…I love it!" Junko said with a wicked smile on her face. Mukuro simply nodded, generally unfazed by the sight of the inside of Chihiro's dick.

Mahiru grabbed her camera off a nearby counter and snapped a few pictures. Once she was satisfied, she sat down the camera, walked over to a sink, grabbed a bowl she'd brought, and filled up the bowl with cold water. Once it was full to her liking, she moved over to Chihiro's head, and dumped the cold water onto his face. Immediately his eyes fluttered open and he sputtered and coughed.

"Ahhhh!!" He yelled as he felt the dull pain rush through him again.

"You only woke up a few minutes ago, don't fall asleep on me like that." Mahiru said, and walked back over to his side. She rubbed his stomach, making him shiver. Her hands felt cold, like all the warmth and love had been sucked out of them. Then, without warning, she raised the scalpel and brought it down to his stomach. Mahiru cut into his skin, and a bit of blood began to trickle down as she started carving a circle around his stomach, with his belly button at the center. Chihiro began to yell as more pain shot through his body, though thankfully not as intense as before.

Not yet anyway.

Once Mahiru had made a full circle around his stomach, she slipped her fingers underneath the skin and tugged, pulling off the massive piece of skin with a sickening noise. Chihiro felt like vomiting as she seemed to haphazardly toss the skin aside and gazed down on his form. His intestines were now visible to Mahiru. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed onto the slippery, wet, bloody tube and yanked.

In an instant, pain unlike anything Chihiro could ever possibly comprehend erupted through him, and he screeched louder than he'd ever done before. His vision swam and his body jerked in agony as he could only scream in pure pain. His vision then dulled and everything went black, and he was spared the agony for a moment. Until Mahiru dumped more cold water on him and he was awake once more, leaving him screaming again as the pain continued. He wanted to die, to stop feeling anything, as he could think of nothing but the agony his body was in as Mahiru kept pulling at his intestines.

He went in and out of consciousness several times, leaving the table covered in water, as well as the blood that gushed out of the hole in his torso as his internal organs were pulled at like they were a toy. Mahiru gave one last tug and Chihiro turned to the side and vomited, adding whatever was in his stomach to the mixture of blood and water. Chihiro felt himself approaching unconscious again, but for some reason, he stayed awake, forced to experience the excruciating pain in his gut.

"Don't give out on me yet, we still have more to go." Mahiru said. Chihiro could barely focus on her words through the pain. A pain that grew as she suddenly reached underneath, and grabbed at the skin above his chest. Just like with the intestines, she gave a hearty yank and pulled at it, tearing it from his body, where she threw it aside with the rest of his removed skin. What resulted was searing pain that made Chihiro's vision go white as he screamed, or at least tried to. By this point his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse from the shouting and screaming. As the pain reached a peak, Chihiro's vision began to fade from a bright white to a dark blackness.

Mahiru walked over to the counter once again and picked up a mallet she'd brought. She walked over to Chihiro, whose breathing was beginning to weaken, and whose eyes were starting to flutter as his vision became darker and darker.

"W…w…w…hy….?" He asked softly. The last thing he saw before he went under for the last time was Mahiru bringing the hammer down on his exposed rib cage, shattering one of the ribs into pieces that pierced his lungs and heart. Blood spurted onto Mahiru's already stained hands as Chihiro gasped, and finally fell silent, and still. Mahiru brought the hammer back up, then threw it back down onto another rip, shattering it as well, then another, and another, and another. Mahiru repeated the process as Chihiro's body relaxed, until every single rib was in pieces, and Mahiru's arms were coated in blood. Suddenly, a bit of urine trickled out of Chihiro's cut open penis, joining the terrible combination of fluids already on the table.

Satisfied, Mahiru set down the mallet and grabbed the last two things she brought: matches and lighter fluid. She wasted no time in opening up the bottle of fluid and squirting a ton of it inside Chihiro's open chest cavity, then quickly lit a match and threw it into the body, lighting the fluid ablaze. Immediately, the blood pooled inside started to bubble from the intense heat. The surrounding skin that was caught in the flames charred and a terrible scent filled the air, so bad that Junko quickly covered her nose and wafted the air in front of her.

Eventually the blood bubbled up so high that it began to spew out of the chest cavity and onto the table, creating an ever increasing pile of various body fluids. The pieces of bone inside Chihiro's chest turned black and began to crack. The skin slowly dripped down into the pool of bubbling blood, which continued to move up and out of the massive hole in his body. Smoke drifted upwards, moving upwards through Chihiro's throat and out of his mouth, and eventually even his eyes. All the while, Mahiru simply stared at his body, smiling.

As the flames grew higher, and the smell of burning flesh grew stronger, she moved over and bent his legs upward while spreading them, making it seem like Chihiro was presenting himself. Satisfied, Mahiru grabbed her camera and started to move around, snapping pictures. She made sure to get several angles, like close ups of his cut open dick, his burning chest cavity, and the smoke coming out of his face.

After having taken a few dozen pictures, Mahiru looked back through her camera at the pictures. She giggled at them, happy with how they turned out, all while Chihiro's dead body simply continued to burn in front of her.

Taichi looked towards his door as he heard a sudden knock that surprised him so much he almost spilled his drink. The reason it was so surprising was because people usually used the doorbell. He shrugged as he set down his book and got up, walking over to the door. He opened it and was surprised to find no one there. He looked around, but no one was in sight. Just as he was about to write it off as someone messing with him, he spotted the envelope taped to his door. With a confused look, he took it off and took another look around, only to find no one was around. He shrugged and closed the door, the envelope in hand as he walked back to his chair.

As he sat down, Taichi ripped open the envelope, and found what appeared to be developed photos inside. He grabbed one at random and at first, he couldn't tell what it was. It looked like a fire, but he couldn't tell what was actually burning. Even more confused than before, he grabbed another picture and his face went white.

This picture was a close up of someone's face, but not just anyone. Taichi knew that face anywhere. What he didn't know was why smoke seemed to be coming out of their mouth and eyes.

Hoping this was some sick prank, he grabbed another picture, and nearly threw up on the spot. Somehow, he was able to tell from the shape of the…the organ that it was a dissected penis. But…was it…?

Taichi grabbed another, which was a far back shot of the burning thing again, only this time, Taichi could see the face. The thing that was burning was a person.

Taichi pulled out another picture, then another and another. With every new picture, he felt tears building up in his eyes as terror gripped every fiber of his being. This…this had to be fake, right? Right?! Surely this wasn't…no one would do this to…!

Eventually, Taichi got to the last picture, which was another close up of the face. Of…a face he knew so well. It…it looked so real…

Taichi collapsed onto the floor, tears starting to fall down his face. Surely it wasn't real…it couldn't be…it just couldn't be…who would do that to him…?

As he clutched a picture of the face in his hands, Taichi curled up on the floor and started to sob.

Please…let it be fake…

Please…