Ryo stared in horror as he was unable to look away from his best friend as her lifeless body hung from the ceiling. Her eyes faced downward, dead and lifeless, her lips curled into an open frown. Her fingers were covered in dried blood. The rope clung tightly around her neck, and her entire body was pale.

Ryo fell to his knees as his thoughts swirled around inside his head. How…why…? He quickly felt tears falling down his face, but he was barely able to process that it was happening at all. He could barely process anything except the fact that his best friend was…was…

And by her own hand too.

All he could do was mumble quiet questions to her hanging corpse, asking why she did this, what he could've done to help, and lamenting how he could've done more. He should've said something more, done something else, anything else. Anything to help her…but he didn't…and now, she was…

Ryo didn't know where the strength to do it came from, but he absentmindedly felt himself get to his feet, walk over to Sayori's desk, and rummage in the drawers for a pair of scissors he knew she had. He grabbed a chair, moved it over to her, got on it, and grabbed onto her. When he was sure he had a good grip on her with one arm, he started cutting at the rope holding her up. He did the entire process without speaking, without really letting himself think of what he was actually doing. It took a bit of effort, but eventually, he managed to sever the rope, and Sayori tumbled down. He moved quickly, and dropped the scissors onto the floor as he used that hand to help catch her. As he did, her head lolled to the side, facing away from him. He shoved the chair away, and it fell over with a loud clatter. Ryo felt himself fall to his knees once more as he cradled Sayori's body in his arms, rocking back and forth.

When he noticed the rope still around her neck, he quickly pulled at it, his hands shaking as he undid the knot she had created, and slipped it away from her neck. He sobbed as he was greeted with the sight of her skin, red and scratched up from the rope being pulled tightly against it. Ryo forced his eyes away from her neck to her head. He gently turned her head to face him, and felt the sobs rock his body once more.

Her eyes, the eyes he knew to be so bright, so full of joy and passion, full of wonder and beauty, the eyes he didn't have enough time to fully appreciate, the eyes so gorgeously blue, like the sky on a clear sunny day, were now dull, empty, and dead. Her lips, just like the rest of her body, were pale. She was…really gone.

Ryo felt a tingling on the back of his neck, and he shook his head as the tears continued to fall down his cheeks, dripping down and landing on Sayori's cheek. He lifted up her head as he leaned down, and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. He shivered as his lips made contact, feeling just how cold she was. It wasn't a freezing cold, but it was the kind of cold that no living person should feel like.

That tingling feeling returned, seemingly having moved up to his head. It was similar to that feeling you get when your foot is asleep. It was stronger than before, too.

Trying to ignore it, and unsure what else to do, Ryo simply held Sayori's body, gently moving back and forth, rocking both himself and her like a baby.

Then, it struck hard.

The tingling turned into a stinging feeling, and Ryo winced in pain as he clutched the back of his head. But, just as soon as it had arrived, it was gone, leaving a strange sort of…emptiness behind. After a few moments, Ryo let go of his head and looked back down at Sayori. His eyes landed on her lips once more, and he felt sadness course through him with full force.

He'd never even had the chance to kiss her.

Without thinking, he once again lifted her head as he knelt down, and pressed his lips against hers. They were cold, of course, but they were also very soft. Ryo felt a strange warmth rush through him, juxtaposed against the chill of her lips. It wasn't exactly what he'd pictured, but it felt strangely…nice. He kissed her deeply, clutching her body close, keeping his eyes closed so as to not look into hers.

He didn't know how much time passed by before he stopped, but eventually he pulled away, his lips feeling dry, and his body shaking. This time, though, it wasn't because of anything bad, no, it was actually because he felt…good. He still felt like his heart was in pieces, but the kids had made him feel a little better.

Then, he felt that pain again. That sudden pain in the back of his neck that made him wince and gasp. But just like before, it was brief, and afterwards he felt like something was missing. He growled. Now wasn't the time to be getting a headache!

Ryo's eyes, for some reason, began to travel down her body. He couldn't remember ever seeing her in these clothes before. It was strange seeing her in them, in something so…plain, and casual. Sure, he'd seen her in casual outfits before, but nothing like this.

His eyes moved up to her chest where he paused. Something seemed…off. It seemed…smaller than usual. His thoughts flashed back to when he was trying to adjust her blazer and it had gotten stuck at her chest. She'd said it was because her boobs had gotten bigger. But now, they seemed…smaller than they'd been. Ryo gulped, and without thinking, he began to unbutton her shirt. He quickly noticed that…she wasn't wearing a bra at all. All he found was bare skin underneath the shirt. Before long, he'd undone every button, and the shirt hung loosely from her body. He could see the sides of her breasts, which were definitely smaller than he'd thought. Why were they smaller?

Ryo grabbed the side of the shirt, and was about to pull them apart, and reveal her chest when he hesitated. What…what was he doing? Why was he stripping his best friend's dead body? What the hell was—

Ryo cringed as his head blazed in pain, so strong that it knocked the wind out of him. It was like someone was pulling apart his skull, and digging inside to find…something. Then, it was gone. Ryo was left trying to catch his breath as he looked down at his hands, tightly clutching Sayori's shirt. His hesitation was gone though, and he pulled it open. His eyes were met with the sight of Sayori's beautiful breasts. The modest mounds were topped by pretty pink nipples, so small that Ryo couldn't help but think "Awww, so cute!"

Although Ryo still wasn't sure why they seemed bigger every other time he saw her, he still appreciated them all the same. Ryo felt his hand move, almost like it had a mind of its own, and rest upon one of her breasts. He gasped as he felt the soft, cold skin underneath his fingers. He gave it a squeeze, and felt a little moan escape his lips. He'd always expected breasts to be soft, but damn…it felt…so…good.

Laying her down on the floor, Ryo moved on top of Sayori, so he was sitting on her waist. He reached out both hands and gripped her breasts tightly, moaning once more. He couldn't get over how soft they felt. Ryo only wished he could hear her moans as he played with her gorgeous chest. Ryo knelt down and as he continued to squeeze one of them, he placed his mouth over her other nipple. The texture was strange on his tongue, but nevertheless, he flicked his tongue against it. He began to daydream this with Sayori clutching his head, pulling him closer as she moaned loudly, begging for more. However, when the silence creeped in again, Ryo stopped, and sat back up. He looked down at her body, half-naked as she lay still on the floor.

His eyes trailed over her bright red pants, and he once again questioned what he was doing. Why was he—

This time, Ryo screamed as the pain became the most intense it'd been so far. It also lasted longer this time, so bad that he clutched both hands at his head as he screamed for it to stop. This time it felt like something was clawing at the inside of his skull, trying to get out, trying to break free from his head. When the pain finally faded, he nearly collapsed onto Sayori, breathing heavily. He looked down into Sayori's dull eyes as he caught his breath. With a gulp, he sat back up, and stood up. Without a second thought, he grabbed at the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a pair of plain white panties. He quickly moved them down her legs, and threw them aside once they were off. Then, he grabbed at her panties, and nearly ripped them off her body. Once they were gone, he removed her shirt from her body completely, and looked down at her.

Sayori was now completely nude, her pale body on full display for Ryo's eyes to feast on. His eyes trailed down from her face to her chest, to her cute nipples, to her stomach and her little belly button, over her crotch and to her thighs, down her legs and finally to her admittedly small feet, and the weirdly cute toes that sat upon them. His eyes moved back up to her crotch, where he licked his lips as he stared at her pussy, free from any sort of hair that could've blocked the beautiful sight. Ryo felt his dick stiffen in his pants as he stared at her. He didn't waste any time stripping down as well, throwing his clothes to the side as he looked down at his dick. It stood at full mast, throbbing and ready to receive…attention.

But as much as Ryo wanted to go ahead and move in, he knew from watching hentai that he needed to make it…easier for him to do so. He needed to lube it up, and he knew just how to do it. Ryo knelt down and did his best to pick Sayori up. Thankfully, she wasn't very heavy, and he was able to get her onto the bed, her arms flailing around lifelessly as she fell onto the covers. Her head fell to the side, still staring blankly ahead.

Ryo got onto his knees, and spread her legs. With that, he had a clear view of her pussy, and he licked his lips once more. His dick throbbed painfully, his desire to stick it inside her strong. Ryo leaned forward, and, gripping her legs, began to start licking at Sayori's lower lips. Unsurprisingly, her skin was cold, but he didn't care. He quickly began to warm it up with his breath and saliva. Despite nothing being there for him to lick up, he enthusiastically lapped at the opening, pausing to shove his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Her insides actually still had a bit of warmth to them, and he happily slapped his tongue against her inner walls.

After a few minutes, he was satisfied, and pulled away, staring at her now sticky and wet pussy. It was finally time.

Ryo stood up, and grabbed her legs once again, pulling her closer. As his dick continued to throb, he gently put his head against Sayori's pussy, giving one last look at her face before he shoved himself inside. He only made it a little bit inside before he was already left moaning. Even with the amateur lubrication, her insides were tight, a sign of her virginity. Not that it was bad, in fact, her walls pressing tightly against his head felt so good that he couldn't stop groaning, especially as he pushed himself in further.

It only seemed to get tighter as he pushed in more and more. He kept moving in more and more, bit by bit, until he was fully inside her. By this point, he was breathing heavily, simply enjoying the feeling of her tightness against his head and shaft.

After a few moments, he pulled his dick out, watching as his own saliva began to coat his dick. He pulled out until only his head was still inside, and then shoved himself forward, making Sayori's body lurch from the force. Ryo had to pause again to catch his breath for a moment before he pulled out and slammed in again, faster this time. Then he did it again, and again, and again. Every time he did it, he could feel his balls slapping against her skin. Her body lurched with every thrust, making her small chest bounce up and down, her nipples moving almost hypnotically.

Ryo moaned loudly as he fucked his best friend's dead body. Even though she couldn't react, he felt nothing but pure ecstasy as he thrusted in and out, in and out. He looked down at her hands, still bloody for some reason he didn't know, and an idea suddenly struck him. He grabbed one of her hands and lifted it up to his mouth, sticking one of the fingers covered in dried blood inside. Immediately, he registered two things: her cold skin against his tongue, and the metallic taste of her blood. Usually that kind of taste would repulse him, but for whatever reason, right now, it tasted like heaven.

He sucked hard at her finger, feeling pieces of the dry blood flaking off and move onto his tongue. The metallic taste brought him a sort of joy he couldn't explain. That combined with him thrusting into her right, dead pussy just made everything feel glorious.

When the metallic taste started to fade from the finger in his mouth, he moved on to the next, and the taste returned in full force. He giggled like a child. He got so distracted that he actually slowed down a little bit, but he continued to multitask between sucking her bloody fingers and fucking her body.

Before long, he felt the pressure building inside him, and although he kept Sayori's finger inside his mouth, he returned his attention back to her body as he moved faster and faster, her body shuddering and shaking hard. Ryo groaned, feeling his eyes beginning to roll back in his head from the pure pleasure.

Eventually, as he came closer and closer, he began to slow down, his thrusts becoming weaker and weaker, the metallic taste in his mouth becoming weaker. Finally, he groaned as he came, shoving himself deep inside her as semen erupted from his dick and filled up her insides. He didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant, so why not? Ryo bit his lip as he emptied every single drop inside her, causing some to spill out of the sides and drip onto the bed. Once it was all out, Ryo finally pulled out and, his legs shaking, collapsed onto the bed next to Sayori. For the upteenth time, Ryo has to catch his breath as he flipped himself over, staring at the ceiling as leftover cum dripped from his softening dick.

Ryo looked over and found himself once again looking into Sayori's eyes. Although for some reason, he didn't feel as sad this time. In fact, he felt…pretty good. He could make this work. Ryo smiled, and grabbed her head, pulling her into another kiss, before pulling her close, and laying there with her cold body against his.

"F-FUCK!"

Meanwhile, in the clubroom, Monika reached her own climax, spraying cum onto the floor and onto her clothes, which lay abandoned. Monika panted as she watched the strange projection of Ryo and Sayori in front of her.

She couldn't believe it had actually worked!

His code had been surprisingly…resistant, but he'd given in eventually, and as Monika watched, he'd fucked her cold, dead body!

Monika gently caressed her breast as she smiled. That had been glorious to watch, and strangely…hot as fuck. So hot that she'd stripped right then and there and fucked herself along with him! She felt great!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"

A sudden shout made Monika look over at Natsuki, who'd arrived late, and was now staring wide-eyed at Monika as she sat there naked, her pussy dripping with juices and cum. Natsuki's face had gone red as a tomato as she sort of covered her eyes, but peered between her fingers. Her eyes ran up and down Monika's body. Monika felt a slight bit of embarrassment, but she had something to consolidate her.

"Oh well, you won't remember this anyway."

"Wh-what?" Natsuki asked, confused as she stared at Monika's chest.

"Now then, hopefully I'm able to do this right…" Monika said as she stared at the screen before her.

"What are you looking at?" Natsuki asked, the concern in her voice growing more and more.

"I mean, I just made Ryo fuck Sayori's dead body, so surely I can do this~" Monika said.

"EXCUSE ME WHAT?!"

Before Natsuki could ask what exactly Monika meant, Monika smiled, and tapped a button on the screen in front of her.

And everything went black as a single word flashed in the darkness.

END