Saturday, 6th ?

I'm… Not feeling as good about this as I thought I was. Sure, yesterday was fun and… Today was too if I'm honest. But at the same time I think I may be getting in too deep.

Monokuma has been speaking to me more and more often… Mocking me for my perverted outings in private which is making me feel like he's targetting me as the first murderer of Hope's Peak, but at the same time it's all I can think about. At the very least I know he won't tell anyone… Or CAN'T tell anyone. Since he said he can't directly mess with things in the game, but even with that…

I may have had… An incident today all on my own. I got way too cocky.

I've been way too daring, my body fighting my urges in a battle of good versus evil, a battle of lust versus shame, a battle that finally my lust won out in. Unable to take it anymore and with the Aoi incident going so well, I decided it was time to finally be a bit more daring with myself and what I wanted to do with my body.

Needless to say, Monokuma finally gave up on his first motive, it was pretty weak in my opinion, something about "embarrassing secrets" I don't know. But either way I survived through it and so did the others, Chihiro admitted he's a guy or whatever, Mondo told us all about his brother but in the end, it all turned out to be a fluke. Monokuma was never gonna tell our secrets.

Which for me… Is a godsent.

Because of this, Monokuma opened up a second floor. He told us he'd been planning to open it after the first death, but since no one died… Well… He had no reason to keep it closed and just decided to give more places for murderers to happen, so opened it anyway.

My love… Master Byakuya has been up there for a while everyday, heading to the library and staying there for hours until coming down to his room. I've been masturbating pretty often nowadays and the feelings I've developed for him are unignorable. I haven't really been writing down these things as if they were just normal masturbation, rubbing myself in my room, nothing that is really all that interesting. But he… He's been filling my dreams with his hot body, imagining him dominating me with his strong attitude, his tall stature and his tough personality.

That's… When I got my idea, I'd been going there a few times, trying to get him to notice me. But all he does is stare down at his book, he doesn't even seem to spot me when I'm talking to him and even when he does he usually comments on my smell and I rush away.

Which was when I finally got my idea, it was stupid, farfetched and horribly shameful but since I'm a disgusting slut anyway, I figured everyone would expect something like this from me and wouldn't mind if I was caught.

Sneaking into the changing rooms, waiting for the steroids monkey's Aoi and Sakura to finally LEAVE, I had the idea to strip totally naked, sneak out in the open and try to make it to the library to masturbate to my master… Before of course heading right back, it was genius, it was so stimulating! And the best part was, there weren't many facilities on the second floor (at least not compared to the first) so there was a low chance of anyone actually catching me other than Sakura, Aoi, Mondo and Byakuya. Each coming up here for different reasons.

I still hate that swimming pool… It brings up the meatheads up to the location of my King!

Either way, I wasn't going to get caught either way. Waiting by the door to the girls locker rooms I stood there, waiting for Sakura and Aoi to pass by as they usually did. Watching and waiting for them to pass before putting my head on the door, listening to them joke around and chuckle as they quickly got out of their everyday clothes to their workout clothing. The two were honestly embarrassing to listen to, especially with what I did yesterday.

Though… It did give me an extreme amount of pride nonetheless as I thought over the fact I had never actually been caught.

Hearing them finally leave, the titular splash of the pool as Aoi jumped in was the easy sign that they weren't coming back, so I quickly ran in. Looking around I saw the outfits of the girls in there seconds ago while I pulled off my clothing like I had done so many other times.

It had gotten down to a science at this point. I pulled down my skirt before throwing off my school shirt in three seconds flat. Now standing in only my panties, bra, shoes and socks I sighed with a strange satisfaction as the cold air of the changing rooms hit me.

Looking down I kicked off my shoes, then my panties and bra came next. The small breasts of mine reacted to the cold as I felt the air hit my nipples, causing them to harden as I began to slightly shiver, cuddling myself with my arms. Which is why I decided to keep on my socks, not like throwing them off would have made me feel any more exposed either way and in all honesty I had always had a thing for nude girls wearing only socks.

It was a cute look… Well on any girl BUT me.

Even now, so close to Sakura and Aoi as they swim and train. It made me feel a strange amount of lust, my libido completely on edge as the SLIGHTEST noises I heard from the pool made me jump and try to dive behind the bench for cover. Finally, the feeling of sickness and queasiness hit my tummy and nothing felt like what I had felt seconds ago. I was a mix of horny desperation and sick nervous anxiety.

The idea of my future husband. My Master Byakuya seeing my body, judging my pale skin as I try to pleasure myself to him! Ughh! I was starting to spiral, regretting my actions, my body shaking as the smell of my sweat spread over the room as it had so many other times.

But… I wasn't fighting my urges anymore. I needed real experiences for my romance novels and Byakuya would never love me anyway! My eyes shot closed and I sprinted out of the door finally, looking around quickly, listening for the familiar sound of a gasp or a "oh my god" but there was nothing.

Opening my eyes once more, I saw an empty hallway and no sounds of incoming footsteps. The energy coming back into my heart as I began to shiver with joy, I now had time… Time to plan it out.

I rushed down the hall quickly, desperately covering my crotch as my fingers were already feeling my wet pussy drip on them before stopping in front of the door to my destiny, the door to where Byakuya sits so often, reading his books like he always does. I was in no hurry so slowly pushed open the door making as little noise as possible.

Looking at him, he was fully enamoured by his book with a look of bored discontentment on his face barely even noticing my presence. He was even more beautiful than I remembered, his blond hair and glasses fitting his rich exterior, his strong pose even while alone made me feel numb with euphoria and his almost bored look in this AWFUL killing game made me feel a deep sense of joy to how cool he is. Walking quickly, I made my way behind him so he wouldn't be looking at me, as usual, he didn't even raise an eyebrow at me.

Moving behind a large bookcase littered with thick books to hide the look of my skinny body, I began to whine quietly. The type of pathetic whine only an animal in heat would let out. Writing this now I feel ashamed but at the same time, I also feel so much pride, the pride of my bravery. I had never done anything interesting before, or even worthwhile. Even the books I had written were nothing but my horny fantasies shoved onto a page, so this sudden nude streaking bravery was an entirely new feeling to me.

I felt proud of myself for once, I hadn't felt this way in so long, not TRUE pride anyway, but the bravery I had showed made me feel nothing but warm, happy feelings. Also, the deep feeling of finally being ready to take my reward.

I stood there, leaning back against the bookshelf, my body aching for what I deserved, sweat dripping down my body still from my panicking in the changing rooms as I felt the urge once more. My fingers finally made their way to their destination that they had become fondly familiar with. Moving inside of me, my pussy began to warm up as images began to cloud my judgement all over again.

These fantasies were so much more vivid because of my love for Byakuya. Unlike the tramp Aoi, the simp Makoto or the simple minded ogre Sakura. I had true never ending love for the man behind that bookshelf and that made it harder to see myself in a dominant role as I could never hurt him. But at the same time, I was more than willing to let him hurt me.

Laying back on the floor of the library I had my hands tied up in the cord of the lamp sitting by Byakuya. He had noticed me streaking and didn't think I deserve to be let off with a warning, he was a totally different beast, a beast made to punish naughty perverted girls instead of simply yelling at them and leaving as he would in reality. His naked body standing over me as he let out pants of lust, his large penis looming over me as I looked at his bulging muscles. Even if the fantasy wasn't the most realistic thing in the universe, it's what I wanted and it's what I found attractive. My hot horny body was ready to take whatever he offered me.

My fingers were already pushing as deep as they could go from the start as all I could focus on was the wet feeling filling my body and the idea that my Master is finally going to punish me for the shameful perverted acts I had been committing. Byakuya finally crouched in my fantasy, his penis rubbing up against my leg and then up my thigh as he teased me, making me twitch and flinch. After all, I had given my heart to him but at the same time I still feared his strong judgement and imposing presence, even in reality this was true as I feared the anger Byakuya showed to me.

In reality, he let out slight sniffs of boredom as he read through his book, having no idea I was even there to begin with. Which just made me feel more and more wet. My brain was frying as the thought of him catching me made me feel nothing but lust and happiness. My fingers trying to get in ever deeper as I began to swirl them around my pussy, trying desperately to fit more inside before suddenly another finger pushed inside of me.

Three fingers deep inside of my wet hole, not wishing to leave.

It seemed I wanted it more than I could even understand as I began to let out tiny whines and moans, almost trying to tempt my Master over, leading him on like a mouse with cheese, my body trying everything it could to attract him without much luck. Of course I still had a deep guttural fear of being caught so it's not like I was loud, but at the same time I happily let my whines and moans free without a fight.

Byakuya in my fantasy wasn't slowing down however as he slowly got on top of me, holding me down by my throat to show me his domination over me as he began to roughly thrust inside of me with his large penis. Just like every other fantasies he wasn't speaking (most likely due to the tense situation I was in, risking talking back at all was simply stupid) which almost made it hotter, such an intense, rough and dangerous look on his cute skinny face, staring into my soul as all he wanted to do was teach me I was his toy.

I didn't try to fend him off.

His large penis pushed in and out of my pussy as I energetically held onto him with my legs, my arms completely useless now as he began to spank my skinny ass, his hands making marks on my body as I let out loud womanly moans of pure lust. My body reacting to these spanks made me subconsciously push HARDER with my fingers, making me flinch as my fingers attack my own pussy roughly.

The flinches and movements and squirming were all coming together to form my demise more as I began to accidentally cause the bookshelf to creak. Creaking over and over again as my back put more and more weight onto it.

Finally, I felt myself closing in on my orgasm, one hand desperately now holding my mouth to hide the addicted whorish moans my body wanted to make while the other made tiny squelches echo around the room as it's attacks on my pussy began to feel real, like Byakuya's large penis was really pushing in and out of me without any kind of mercy.

"Bmkyaua" That was all I could muster as suddenly the typhoon fell from my legs, my thighs covered in my own juices, my socks drenched in my own wet pussy liquid and the books near the bottom of the bookcase I had my back against completely drenched in the juices of the whore used to be named Toko Fukawa… My legs were now shivering, struggling to even stay standing as I tried my hardest to hide the addicted look in my eyes during my orgasm. My glasses had fallen slightly and I pushed them up with a finger as my eye gently twitched. Nothing could stop me NOW… NOTHING…

That was, until I looked up and saw Byakuya standing over me, for a second I thought this was another fantasy until he spoke to me in his usual cold, unfeeling voice. He had a look on his face, like he had just been sprayed by a skunk three times over and was now being forced to view a car crash.

"I saw you come in naked you disgusting pile of human waste, I thought you were just being your usual awful self but the idea that I was in the same room with a girl doing this… You're vile… The fact you have no shame about this makes me think even less of you then I did before." Byakuya simply said that to me…

Before grabbing his book off the desk and leaving me alone, my body shook, my eyes were wide juxtaposing my tiny frightened pupils… Instead of him fucking me, he totally abandoned me, calling me disgusting, human waste, vile. So many insulting terms thrown at me at once…

I felt my mouth begin to drip with drool!

My body is fighting off the urge to cheer!

He CARED. He cared enough to insult me so awfully, he knows I'm a better woman than that, the idea of such a beautiful girl degrading her own body like this! HE KNOWS I'M BETTER! It's so amazing to know finally once and for all that he truly cares for me deep down! Though at the same time, this isn't a good thing. Master may have many amazing things, but he doesn't hide secrets for long.

Which is why I feel so scared.

Despite this being amazing, incredible… Hell even Godlike development in our sexual relationship. I doubt there's gonna be much Hope of him not ratting me out, after all he DOES want me to become a better woman, he may think telling someone smart like Kyoko or Celestia is a good idea to save me.

Oh, he is a love stricken fool… And that's why I adore him.

I slowly left the library, covered in my own disgusting love juices. Not wanting to bump into Byakuya again, I just took my time as I tried to hide my crotch with my hand as I quickly made my way back to the changing rooms, no one noticed me luckily not that it matters much anymore.

I walked to my room, in slow silence. Half from my own euphoria and half from the terror of the reactions of others in this place… Would I need to admit I masturbated with another girl's panties? Would I need to tell Aoi that I used one of her water bottles to pleasure myself?! WOULD I NEED TO ADMIT I FANTASISED ABOUT THEM!?

Oh god I hope so. But at the same time I hate it, the embarrassment of being forced to admit something like that. The idea of their reactions being of pure disgust and shame for even knowing me. Of course I'd like it at first, but… In the end it would just make me feel lonelier and lonelier… I… Don't want her getting out again.

I can't let that happen. Jill coming out is the worst thing that could possibly happen in this place. The loneliness is the thing that brings it on, seclusion and pure sadness. Slowly but surely Jill will claw her way from my brain, trying desperately to find her next victim.

I… Need to stop all this. I know I've said this before. But this was it… No more public stuff. I can't risk it…