She envisioned herself both sovereign and slave, dominatrix, and casualty. She was anyone's, and anybody could do anything to her. She had one, two, three climaxes, in a steady progression. She envisioned all that she had never envisioned, and she offered herself to be used by her protector, by her dominant. Sometimes... She just wanted to fade into another self. One that doesn't have the constant smell of blood and gunpowder entrenched in her soul but one that loved to touch and be touched. She was brave enough to fight for her siblings in arms but not enough to do what she wanted, what she craved.

Mukuro Ikusaba craved to be touched. To have herself be taken and protected by someone else. She wanted to be touched, she needed to be touched but she didn't know how she wanted... It wasn't until that day.

The dusk of the afternoon filled the world around her as she prepared to head home, Junko had a photoshoot and the rest of Class 78 had left for the day... This was her moment. She had taken joy in masturbation, the idea of pleasuring herself in public places was a thrill. Maybe even more so than firing a gun for the first time, the smell of lead being replaced by the smell of her juices flowing as she sits at her desk. She rests her legs and spreading them, her blade-resistant underwear was now being soaked by her own thoughts. She bit her lip as the smell of pleasure finally hit her in full. She began sliding her underwear down her legs, revealing her aching but the virgin core, dipping her fingers into it.

Just from the first contact, the pleasure came in waves, hitting her body like tides at Operation Overlord. Fuck the foreplay, she usually tries her best to lead up to the real show... However, she couldn't help it. Pent up frustration from not being able to touch one's self was killing her. Her fingers launched in and out with ease, the squishy and wet sounds of her fingers running through her folds could be heard as she looked at the ceiling, the thoughts of being with someone that wasn't her fingers pumped through her heart. Her breathing swallowed and quickened. The pleasure only was brought in bigger waves. The remainder of her reality turned into an irrelevant haze that was expelled into the furthest openings of her brain.

The main thing that made a difference was contacting herself more, the delight was flooding her psyche as her slim fingers came to as profound as could reasonably be expected, her nails, in any event, sliding down her virgin walls causing shudders tumbling down her back. Her spine arching as juices began dripping down the Ultimate Solider's core and hitting her skirt. Her mind concentrated on the pleasure that Mukuro nearly didn't hear the door handle beginning to shake. She gulped softly as even with her thong under her desk, she began to panic, her only hope was hiding in a nearby closet.

The closet door closed with a soft thud as the classroom's door opened. Mukuro's heart began beating out of her ears, similar to her first assignment with Fenrir. She covered her mouth as the shuffling of feet and objects could be heard throughout the room. Mukuro tried to calm herself down for the moment, her pants began to ease slowly. Just wait until whoever here le-

WACK!

"Ahhhhh~"

The moan sent shivers down her back, almost as if a natural reaction. Her core began to rear its ugly head once more as the erotic sounds filled the room. They were having sex here? It was enough to make her smile, knowing she wasn't the only exhibitionist in school or at least enjoyed the thrill of being caught. The results didn't stop but the causes for the female moans still came and Mukuro couldn't help herself. Her first climax came as she hid, bitting her lip to prevent any more noise.

However as her first climax wore down, she couldn't help but wanted to see who was the two doing this. As she thought this, the echo of metal came jingling out. She could recognize handcuffs from anywhere and soon, the moans began again, the female seemed to be having the time of her life. Mukuro's curiosity got the best of her, she poked her head as if she was poking head out of a foxhole only to see a... Strange spectacle.

The Nurse of Class 77, her eyes covered using a black-tie, her mouth covered by the fingers of the Golden Boy of Hope's Peak, her hands handcuffed as her still clothed body was pressed against his. Why was Kamukura-Senpai doing this?! The room filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, his cock moving in and out of Tsumiki-Senpai's slit with rapid succession but not lazily or half-hazard, each thrust had a point, each thrust made her body spaz with pleasure, her back arching while her hands gripped his clothes trying to remain clothes as drool drip down her chin. The sight was so... Absurd but fascinating.

Mukuro couldn't keep her eyes off them, her body as hot as a sidewalk in the middle of Shimanto's summer. Her core was ready and loaded for another round, she couldn't help herself. It was then when the echo of the closet door could be heard, only slightly but that was all it took for Mukuro and Izuru to lock eyes.

The Ultimate Solider's heart drops out of her chest as she looked like a freak, watching the two of them have sex. What would Kamukura-Senpai think? She got her answer as Tsumiki spoke, her head on a swivel as if her mind gave her break for the moment.

"W-Who's that?" Mikan spoke with worry in her own heart. What if someone found them like this?! Would she be kicked out?! She began panting as the notion of that scenario was too much to ba-

"Shhhhhhhhhhh"

His voice was profound, at whatever point he talked, each head in the room would turn. He had that rich, luxurious tone. He talks as though he controls the world, his experience leaking through. He helped Mukuro to remember a blustery day. It was like a thunderstorm rolling through the city, it sent vibrations through the body and mind of the Ultimate Nurse and even the Ultimate Solider. Izuru spoke simply as he glanced over to the Solider and said as he took notice of her unmoving hands.

"Nothing is wrong Tsumiki-San, let's continue."

He knows that she's there. He knows that and yet he continued, in fact, she believed that he continued with a ferocity that she has yet to see. The sounds of their sexual acts only increased, positions were changed, showing more and more of the sexual act. She watched and played with herself as the two just kept at it for what felt like hours. Climaxes from the two and their audience. The freckled Ultimate was in paradise, far from the smell and sights of battles and wars, far from her sister's shadows. She just imagined being loved, being touched by a dominant.

Someone who gave her reason, who truly wanted her, who took care of her after years of being an adult trapped in what's essentially a child's body. However, her train of thoughts was being derailed as she could feel it. Her last orgasm, her body was tired as if she walked the desert of Dubai again with her Squad. Her fingers soaking with her juices as they thrust once more, her body exploding with pleasure as if she was struck with a thunderbolt.

Her moans couldn't be held back after the second orgasm. She was exhausted by the end of the experience, she laid on the floor, her juices ruining the edge and back of her skirt alongside her wool socks as Mukuro felt the droplets drip down her legs. A puddle between her legs is more than enough evidence of the events that transpire there. Her breath was shallow as she did her breath to catch it, only the sounds of the closet door opening fully could take Mukuro out of this exhausted state. She looked up to see the Ultimate Hope, his black tie in one hand while his other adjusted his pants. However, what caught her attention was what swung carelessly, his manhood dripping with the juices of the Ultimate Nurse.

One of the easiest ways to dominate and force submission is to give something they cannot find anywhere else then restrict them from it. Men and women will go to the ends of the Earth for something they had and lost. He could see the lust in her eyes and he knows she saw what he did with Tsumiki-San. She had survived battles after battles, conflict after conflict but as her black eyes met his crimson ones, she felt herself melting. His aura was like a predator's, looking down at his downed prey. She was at her weakest, his eyes analyzing her weakened state and for some reason... It enthralled her. Izuru walked forward, his darkened aura smothering her as he crouched over her fatigued body. He smelt like a million bucks, he smelt powerful. Mukuro watched as the Ultimate Hope stayed silent as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper, the light in the room gave her a small hint for what it was: a formula sheet for some class. She doubted that he needed it as he took out a pen from his jacket pocket and scribbled something on it. He placed it on her stomach before standing up and leaving the room.

By the time the Exhausted Solider came to get to her feet and left the closet herself, the two had left, disappearing into the dusk. The paper was in her hands and as she read the message left, the feeling of warmth returned. It began to mold into her, her body became as hot as the sun.

"It appears you know our secret. It also appears that you take some interest in it. If this is the case then please meet us after school to discuss this further. This is a one-time deal."

-Kamukura Izuru

Only one thought was on Mukuro's mind as she gathered her thong among other things: the time between that night and tomorrow was going to be excruciating.