Junko tapped the microphone on her desk as the lights on the other side of the one-way glass turned on, revealing Makoto and Komaru unconscious on the floor of a dingy room.

"Hey~" Junko sang. "WAKE UP!"

"Five more minutes mom…" Komaru mumbled with a snore.

"Komaru, I don't want it, I don't need it-" Makoto slurred.

"Mukuro," Junko started instructing her sister. "Get in there. Use the bucket."

"Yes." The soldier said softly as she grabbed a bucket of cold water and walked around to enter the room. She proceeded to pour half of it on Makoto, and the other half on Komaru, before quickly rushing out of the room.

"AHKK! WH-WHAT THE-" Komaru gasped.

Junko flipped a pair of glasses out of her shirt pocket and slid them on before speaking again. "My name is Professor Enoshima, I am doing my dissertation on the topic of Despair. Thank you both for volunteering today."

Sputtering, Komaru got to her feet, still dressed in her pajamas. "Huh? Who's the teacher?"

"That's not a teacher, that's Junko," Makoto shivered with uncharacteristic seriousness. "She's…a prankster? I think that's what she thinks this kind of stuff is."

Junko angrily motioned for Mukuro to bring her her crown. Mukuro handed it over, making an effort to bow as she presented the ornate crown. Junko responded by beating Mukuro over the head with it, putting it on, and then speaking again. "Ah, yes, Makoto Naegi. Thou hath done well to recognize thine superior, this obedience shall serve you well in the forthcoming trials!"

"I'm so confused. Am I…still dreaming?" Komaru asked.

"No, she's just weird. This should be over and done easy enough," Makoto explained as if they weren't being kidnapped by a psychopath.

"It is by royal decree that I instruct three to pit thineselves against each other!" Junko continued, waving around a pen like a scepter. "In a battle of genitalia!"

"Oooooo~! Sounds fun!" Komaru said with a smile.

Junko's entire demeanor changed. "What?"

"Oh, Komaru, this is our chance to do that thing you wanted to try out!"

"Wait…REALLY?!" Komaru asked with excitement.

"Yeah!"

Junko put her hand over the mic and turned towards Mukuro. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Mukuro asked, confused by Junko suddenly turning on her.

"Okay, kidnapping my classmate and his sister was the only good idea that's ever come out of what few brains you have, but how did you manage to find the only siblings in this school who aren't opposed to having sex? Are you lucky or braindead?"

"Umm…s-sorry…" Mukuro apologized, looking down in shame.

"Do you have the thing? Because I don't have it on me." Komaru asked.

"Maybe they've only done basic stuff, and we can force them to do more kinky stuff." Mukuro suddenly suggested.

"Which thing?" Makoto asked. "Condoms?"

"That's not the fucking point!" Junko yelled, before suddenly sticking her tongue out and winking. "Now instead of getting my lovely-wovely dose of Despair, I get to sit here and watch mediocre incest porn! Isn't that great, Mukuro?"

"S-sorry…it was just a suggestion…" Mukuro said weakly.

"Well stop suggesting shit then! Clearly whenever you use your brain you fuck up my beautiful plans!"

"No, not condoms…" Komaru said. "Nevermind, looks like we can't then."

Makoto stood up and started stripping, shivering uncontrollably as he did so. "So, any other ideas?"

"In fact, fuck it, this is all your fault. Take your clothes off, you're fucking watching this," Junko continued heaping abuse onto Mukuro.

"Wh-what?!" Mukuro asked, her face flushing.

Junko stood up and walked over to Mukuro, crossing her arms and smiling. "Are you fucking deaf? Stupid? Some other gross disability?"

"N-no!" She sighed. "I-I'll do it…" Her face red, she started to undress.

"I mean…we could just fuck?" Komaru offered.

"Yeah, but we did that just last night. Let's change it up a bit." Makoto answered.

Junko lunged back towards the mic and picked it up. "There's nerve gas canisters in the walls. Makoto, your sister kicks you in the dick right now, or you both show up on the evening news."

"What does that even mean?" Komaru asked as Mukuro continued to strip, left in just a bra on her upper half as she worked on her skirt.

"Uh, I think exactly what she said."

Junko slammed the mic back on the table and turned to her sister. "Well, why are you still wearing that gross outfit?"

"No, why would we be on the news?" Komaru asked, not getting it. "Would we be naked? On TV? Because that sounds kinda hot."

"I-I'm taking it off!" Mukuro said as she removed the skirt and started working on her bra.

"I think she means she's going to kill us," Makoto elaborated as he took his pants off. "Junko always says she has nerve gas somewhere."

Junko glared at her sister. "God, you're so ugly."

"Is it a threat we should take seriously?" Komaru asked as she too started to strip, just for the hell of it.

"I know…" Mukuro said as she slipped off the bra, but paused before taking off the panties, holding her arms over her modest chest.

"I never do, I just go along with it because it's easier," Makoto finished getting naked before turning around to her.

Junko threw another pen at Mukuro, hitting her in the collarbone. "Move your arms. It's not like you have any tits to cover up."

Mukuro glanced over, and her eyes went wide as she saw Makoto's naked form, his penis hanging down in full view. "A-ahhhh…" She said absentmindedly.

Mukuro's thoughts were interrupted by Junko's laughing. "God, don't tell me you think you have a chance with him."

"I…" Mukuro turned back to Junko, a brief flash of anger coming over her, which showed in her expression.

"Are you sure you want me to…kick you there?" Komaru asked as she too was now naked, her face flushed at being nude in front of two strangers.

Makoto let out a long sigh as Junko laughed again.

"Just get it done with," the boy groaned.

"HA! Poor widdle Mukuro, sad because she's an ugly slut and Makoto is such a great guy!" Junko leaned back in her chair and looked out of the glass at Makoto. "Look at his sister, she's a pretty girl. Nice rack, smackable ass, rapeable throat; all you've got is a bedwetting problem from years of sleeping under mortar fire."

Komaru sighed as she walked up to Makoto, reared her foot back, and brought it between his legs.

"I'm still pretty confident you're lying about the bedwetting thing…" Mukuro said quietly.

Makoto crumpled to the ground with a squeak. "Yup, that gottem..."

Junko fell to the ground too, but in laughter. "HA! You finally figured it out! I've been getting you to wash your sheets for years with that lie, oh my GOD!"

Komaru immediately rushed to his side. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

"That's…pretty petty, Junko." Mukuro said, happy that Junko wasn't pressuring her to strip her last article off.

"It's…weirdly nice?" Makoto replied, groaning but with a hint of confusion at his own words.

"It's great!" Junko replied, jumping off the ground. "You're such a dumb bitch that you'd carry dry sheets to the washer, trying to hide how much you want to cry, all because I told you you wet the bed!"

"I never felt like crying." Mukuro said with a frown.

"Uh…what?" Komaru asked with confusion. Makoto moved his hands, showing his dick was slightly hard.

"AHHHH!" Mukuro cried, her hands shooting between her legs as she looked over at Makoto to see if he was looking. Meanwhile, Komaru stared in awe at Makoto's dick.

"You've seen it a lot," Makoto cracked as he stood up. "You don't need to stare."

Junko marched back to the mic and picked it up. "So, how does it feel~?"

"Apparently it feels good." Komaru exclaimed. "So uh…do you want me to…do it again?"

"No, your brother is such a fucking weirdo he'a getting off on it. Choke him, or I'll come in there and turn his ass into your dinner."

"I don't get what that means but okay." She turned to Makoto. "You okay with that?" Meanwhile, Mukuro was staring wistfully at Makoto's dick, feeling her fingers subconsciously rubbing against her clit as her body started to tremble.

"I think she means cannibalism, but I don't know, she's weird about that stuff…oh yeah, sure," Makoto went on, not seeming quite as into it as Komaru.

Junko turned back to Mukuro. "Get over here, closer to the glass."

"H-huh?" Mukuro asked, shocked.

"Get over here and get a good fucking look at them! God, I should really stop lacing your meals, it's starting to make you even dumber."

"You've done what?!" Mukuro asked.

"If you're sure." Komaru said as she climbed on top of Makoto, and wrapped her hands loosely around his throat, and gave a slight squeeze.

Makoto felt himself pressed against the table, and as his breath hitched he let out an involuntary moan.

"Oh yeah, all sorts of shit. LSD mostly," Junko elaborated.

"Y-you…!" Mukuro said, taking a step towards Junko, before glancing back in time to see Makoto moan. "What the…?"

Junko smiled when Mukuro got distracted, and she took the window of opportunity. Raising one hand, she swung her entire body around and followed through with her arm, smacking Mukuro's ass hard enough to send the girl into the glass.

Mukuro's body slapped against it, the cold glass making her nipples grow hard as her breasts were squished against it.

Makoto inhaled as Komaru released him. "That felt…really nice..."

"I feel like I should be concerned about that." Komaru said.

"Choking you and getting a moan is 'harmless'?"

"I…wouldn't…do it again, please?" Makoto started pleading.

"If that's what you want." Komaru said as she grabbed his neck again and squeezed it, a little harder this time.

Mukuro pulled herself away from the glass and turned to Junko. "Why…did you do that?"

Makoto replied by groping Komaru's chest, aggressively pinching her nipples and digging his fingers into her soft mounds.

"Cause it was fun~!" Junko winked.

"M-mmmm!" Komaru moaned, squeezing ever so slightly more.

"I would…disagree." Mukuro said, frowning.

Makoto suddenly tapped Komaru's arm three times, and his face changed to one of panic.

"Of course you would, your idea of fun is staring at all the couples at the school during lunch."

Komaru immediately released him. "Sorry!" She apologized.

"Sh-shut up." Mukuro said, growing increasingly annoyed, especially as she kept glancing at Makoto and Komaru.

"It's fine, just, shorter intervals," Makoto instructed as Junko started laughing.

"Look at those two out there, they're having fun because they're siblings who can love each other. And how could I ever love you?"

"Shut up." Mukuro said more forcefully.

"Aww, cute. Is Mukuro feeling upset? Another one of her little panic attacks~?" Mukuro ignored her and turned towards the siblings as Komaru wrapped her hands around his neck as she started grinding her ass against his cock. Makoto reached around to grope Komaru's ass, looking in her eyes and smiling with lust as a newfound pleasure engulfed his entire body. "So, do you think they do this often?" Junko inquired, changing the subject as she too turned towards them.

"It looks like it…" Mukuro said as her finger trailed inside herself, leaving her gently moaning as she slowly inserted the finger in and out of herself.

"You think she drinks his piss?" Junko 'pried.'

"Probably not." Mukuro said as she continued to finger herself, moving faster as her hips swayed with her movements, watching as Komaru moaned, leaned down, and kissed the boy passionately, moving her hips faster as his dick rubbed against her asscheeks while he squeezed them.

Makoto pulled back from the kiss and looked up to Komaru. "So, you want it inside of you?"

"Uh, do you really need to ask that at this point?" Komaru asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Just thought it'd be polite to," Makoto replied before reaching down and grabbing his cock to position it against Komaru's pussy.

"Oh god, they're really going to do it," Junko monologued. "OMG, Mukuro, you're really masturbating to this?"

Mukuro stopped, though it took a great amount of effort. "N-no…"

Junko put on the glasses again and pursed her lips at Mukuro. "How unfortunate, a touch-starved loser desperately trying to find pleasure in other people's relationships. It'd be sad if it weren't hilarious."

"You can't tell me you aren't also turned on by this Junko." Mukuro countered.

"I'm not pathetic, if I really wanted it I could just get any guy or girl I wanted."

"That's not what I said."

"It's not that hot."

"Oh…" Mukuro felt her face turn red as her fingers continued to rest against her pussy.

Meanwhile, Komaru leaned in to whisper into Makoto's ear. "Go hard~" Makoto grabbed her hips and thrust forward, obliging her as he began slamming in and out of his little sister's cunt.

"But like I said," Junko continued. "I can see why you like it so much. Makoto has stuff you'll never have."

"Junko?" Mukuro asked.

"Ugh, what?"

"Why do you take such joy in bullying me?"

"Because you're an ugly sack of shit and not bullying you would be wrong?"

"Well…that just makes you kind of a bitch." Mukuro said tentatively, looking away from her towards the siblings as Komaru's loud moans echoed through the room.

Junko raised an eyebrow as Makoto picked his sister up as he pumped in and out of her. "That's…weird, you've never spoken to me like that. Usually you just pretend like you don't want to cry."

"I don't cry." Mukuro said softly.

"Yeah, you can't even do that right," Junko said as she stood up. "You fuck up everything you do."

"Well to be honest, a lot of your plans don't really seem to work either." Mukuro said, still looking away from her sister as she watched Makoto wistfully.

Junko's nostrils suddenly flared and she bared her teeth. "You don't get to tell me anything about failure, you fucking abortion!" And with that last insult, Junko raised her hand and swung the back of her hand towards Mukuro's face. Mukuro's instincts immediately kicked in and she grabbed Junko's wrist just before it collided with her face, and bent it backward with a loud snap.

Junko screamed loud enough that the siblings could hear it, and they immediately stopped. She sunk to the ground and held her limp hand, a look on her face that blended horror with intense arousal. "I can't believe it…you just did that..." As Mukuro whipped towards her sister, she opened her mouth to apologize on reflex, but as she stared at Junko trembling on the floor, she felt…a shiver run through her body.

"What was that?" Makoto asked as he set his sister on her feet.

"I don't know, but it was loud." Komaru said, looking back at Makoto's throbbing dick. "Can we finish though? I can try squeezing your balls too if you want."

"Well, should we? It sounded bad..."

Junko stood up on shaking legs and smiled at Mukuro, looking absolutely crazed as she held out her broken hand. "You did this…you fucking broke my hand..."

"I…I did…" Mukuro said, and suddenly, a laugh erupted from her lips.

"Who caaaaaares?" Komaru said as she straddled Makoto again, reached down, and gave his testicles a slight squeeze.

Makoto recoiled a bit, but moaned all the same. "F-f-fine, I guess-"

Meanwhile, Junko took a step closer to Mukuro, getting in arm's reach. "That's never happened before…it's so much Despair~"

Mukuro lunged and slapped Junko across the face, hard. Junko's head swung to the side but she stayed on her feet, moaning loudly and bringing her good hand up to her cheek. "God…what's happening!?"

"I…don't know…but it feels amazing!" Mukuro said, showing more livelihood than she'd felt in a long time.

"Do you want me to squeeze harder?" Komaru asked as she eased herself back on her brother's dick.

"I dunno, it's hard to actually finish that way."

Junko's eyes were wide and darting around the room as her entire body shuddered. "I feel so…afraid! Hurt! Fucked up! This beautiful Despair, it's so potent!" Feeling lighter than air, Mukuro walked over to her sister, brought her foot back, and then rammed it between the girl's legs, swiftly and harshly.

Junko lurched and fell to her knees, a tear coming to her eye as her good hand went over her skirt and her broken one hung limp. "Fuuuuuuck…Despair..."

Makoto thrust in and out of Komaru, quickly and forcefully as she bit down on his neck. "You seem…really eager~"

"I'm always eager for you~" Komaru said with a smirk.

She wasn't sure what compelled her to do it, but Mukuro walked over to the small desk they'd set up, and opened one of the drawers, producing a knife that she then brought up to Junko's face as she smiled wide. "I'd suck it off if you want~" Junko purred to Mukuro. Makoto slammed Komaru down one more time, hilting himself inside of her as he began to cum. As Komaru trembled from how the cum felt as it entered her, Mukuro flicked her wrist and left a shallow cut on her sister's face, watching as a little blood trickled down. Junko trembled at the sensation, and began taking off her skirt as she stuck out her tongue to lick a bit off of her cheek.

Mukuro felt a little disappointed with how Junko seemed to be enjoying it, so she shoved the girl to the floor, and slammed her foot onto Junko's belly, ripping off the skirt the rest of the way and throwing it aside as she began to leave deeper cuts on Junko's arms. Junko gagged at the stomp but began moaning as the cuts sunk deeper and deeper. "More!" she screamed. "Fucking kill me!"

With Makoto finally done, now she was the only one left who needed to finish, so she stood up and moved a bit before planting herself back down onto Makoto's face as she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts.

Mukuro, still a little annoyed with Junko enjoying it, rammed her fist into the girl's face. Junko's head bounced off the floor, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as her eyes seemed almost vacant. Meanwhile, Makoto started licking at Komaru's folds, tasting his own semen dripping out of her as he awkwardly groped and pinched at her chest. Junko reached up to grope her chest, looking up and winking at Mukuro. "Jealous~?"

Makoto blushed with the praise as he plunged his tongue in and out of his sister.

Wordlessly, Mukuro used the knife to cut up both Junko's hand and her breasts, leaving long red lines across both. "God, will you just fuck me already!?" Junko moaned. "You're shit at this too!"

"SHUT UP BITCH!" Mukuro yelled as she grabbed her broken wrist and twisted it. The Ultimate Model's entire body convulsed as she let out another hoarse scream.

Komaru finally exhaled as she came, shooting her own juices through the semen and spraying them all over Makoto's face as she trembled wildly.

As she held Junko's wrist tightly, she brought the knife up to her face again and left a few cuts across it, thinner than the others but still enough to draw blood. "Fuuuuuck," another moan left the model's throat as Makoto sat up from under Komaru.

"So…how long do you think it is until we're let out?"

"Haaaah…m-might be a while." Komaru said, her chest heaving.

Mukuro paused, panting as she looked down at her sister. Her entire upper body was riddled with cuts and covered in blood. She took a deep breath, as if preparing for another attack, but instead, she just moaned as she quickly inserted a finger inside herself., thrusting it in and out of her dripping pussy. Despite being annoyed at how much Junko had seemed to enjoy it for the most part, the act of cutting up her sister, and then seeing the damage turned her on tremendously.

Junko looked at Mukuro's masturbation in disgust. "God, if I knew you were like this I would've killed you years ago-" Mukuro quickly turned around and slammed her hips down on Junko's face, moving her hips back and forth as she used the knife to cut the side of her panties and rip them off, seeing that Junko, while not as wet as her, her soft, bare lips were also dripping a bit. Junko refused to cooperate however, keeping her mouth shut and refusing to move as Mukuro rubbed her pussy all over her face. Mukuro didn't mind. Riding her sister's face like this was enough for her, especially as she leaned down, and shoved her tongue inside Junko's own pussy, immediately flooding it with the sweet taste of her nectar.

Junko's back arched under the sudden feeling of being penetrated, and she wasn't able to voice her frustrations when under Mukuro; which made it even better in a way. Mukuro pulled away enough to talk. "C-come on Junko…s-surely it must—AHHHH!—feel so despairful…eating out…your own sister…mmmmmf!" Mukuro moaned, moving her hips faster as she buried her face between her legs once more, forcing her tongue back inside as she licked it with fervor.

"It is!" Junko shouted. "It's wonderful!"

"THEN FUCKING DO IT!" Mukuro shouted before once again attacking Junko's pussy, trying her hardest to hold back her moan for as long as possible. Junko immediately complied, jamming her tongue into Mukuro's pussy and worming it in and out. Mukuro loudly moaned into Junko's own pussy as her arousal completely skyrocketed.

It wasn't long until the cumulative humiliation, agony from her cuts, and the stimulation in her genitals drove Junko over the edge, her sudden squirting without warning catching Mukuro off guard. As soon as Junko came, it was enough to push Mukuro over the edge, and the juices exploded out of herself as well, leaving both girls moaning as they came together, emptying everything they had until there was nothing left.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Makoto finished shaking his hips. "So yes, it can swing like that."

Komaru clapped, impressed. She stood up, ready to do some jumping jacks for him for obvious reasons, before both of them jumped as the door opened, and a naked Mukuro walked in covered in splotches of dark blood. "Hey. You guys can go now. Sorry about all that."

"MUKURO!?" Makoto panicked. "What happened!? Where's Junko!?"

"And why are you naked?" Komaru asked, looking the girl up and down, happy with what she saw.

"Don't worry about Junko." Mukuro assured them. "And in fact, I need to ask you for a favor. I need a package of hot dogs, some sharpies, and a stapler. We have...some stuff to sort out." Makoto nodded in fear before starting to scoop up his clothes. Quickly, before Makoto could notice, Mukuro walked over and snatched his underwear, hiding them behind her back. "S-so, Makoto…"

Makoto started looking around, but when Mukuro spoke, he jmped and started putting on his pants anyways. "Uh-uh YES! Mukuro?"

"H-how do I look?" Mukuro asked, blushing deeply.

"Uh..." Makoto's first instinct was to say 'OH GOD THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE,' and so he turned to Komaru for some non-verbal expression of support.

"You are immensely attractive." Komaru said with an honest smile as she too started getting dressed, though she decided not to put on her underwear. "Right, Makoto?"

"Yes yeah! You're beautiful! About as gorgeous as my sis-Komaru!"

Mukuro smiled, and turned around, moving the boxers to be in front of her and clutching them tightly to her chest. "Thank you." She said, before finally walking away and leaving them alone.

"Hey, where'd your underwear go?" Komaru asked as she held her own in her hands.

"Uh, I think Mukuro stole them."

"Huh. Makes sense."

"Well, off to the store?"

"Yep!" Komaru said as the two left the room together, neither of them wearing underwear.