Chapter 2: Intense Physicality

I woke up at four in the morning the next day, having completely forgotten the events of the night before. I noticed the empty wine bottle next to my bed, followed by the clothes I had apparently slept on. The events of last night had come back to me. Fuck, that wasn't a dream. I don't even care that I got him to not rape me, I still saw Yamada's penis, even if it was the size of most bacteria. I got up and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, naked. Was it worth it? Do I end the second life I have lived? Throw it all away? I'd ponder more if it wasn't incredibly early. I tried to sleep once again for about an hour to no avail. I couldn't get the image of a naked Hifumi Yamada rubbing my chest out of my head. But then I did something I don't think about too often: the concept of karma. If someone does a bad deed, bad will happen to them. And if someone does a good deed, good will happen to them. I've never truly believed in karma, but I absolutely believe that I deserve to have good come back to me for saving myself from rape. So I fired up my computer and pleasured myself for fifteen minutes. To what doesn't matter.

After I let out several gigabytes of data from my hard drive, I spoke to the only person that would talk to me at an early time like this: my own artificial intelligence program Alter Ego. When it comes to my opinion, my magnum opus is the female Chihiro Fujisaki character that I have portrayed and developed for the last three years. But most people who know me don't know that that's just an act, and believe my magnum opus is Alter Ego. That's perfectly fair to think, I spent a lot of time on it to make it act exactly like, well, my female alter ego. If what I did in public was how I actually acted, then me and Alter Ego would be one in the same. I turned on the program and spoke to her. "You forgot to wipe off the screen." she bluntly told me. Indeed there was some cum on the screen, albeit more on the keyboard. I apologized profusely and wiped it off with a paper towel. "Can you even feel it through the screen?" I asked her. "I feel more than most real people do. You really should get a box or something for that." she said, smiling. I smiled back. I enjoyed her company, even if she was a bot pretending to be me pretending to be a girl. I told her the mess that went on last night. She was shocked and surprised, so about the same reaction I had.

"Are you even okay?" was the first thing the bot told me after I explained. I thought about this question for way longer than I should have. "Not really? The thing that scarred me more wasn't that Yamada was going to rape me, I knew that if he accepted my cock and went for the other end then I would have popped a cap in his ass. What got me more was looking at his disgusting, large, oily body accompanied by his equally disgusting, but not even as close to as large penis. That was a disturbing fucking image that will never escape me. Nearly getting raped is pretty fucking awful, too." I told the bot. She pondered the response, but understood. I've programmed this bot damn well. "But after that, I don't even know if it's worth it to keep going with my public persona. Should I just come clean and tell everyone I'm not who they know?" I continued. "No!" Alter Ego said without a lick of hesitation. "I know you can do it, master! I believe in you! You can't give up now!" I didn't even know she could act like this, but it definitely got my spirits up. I thanked her and exited the Alter Ego program. There was still a while before class began, so I just pleasured myself several times more.

I got to class a few minutes early, the only people there being Owada and Ishimaru. Obviously Ishimaru was going to be early, Owada was a bit surprising. "How did it go?" He immediately asked me. "Just as well as you thought, except a lot worse." I told him. I then explained the entire situation to him, once again with the same response. "Need me to kick his ass for you?" he asked directly afterwards. "I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone, but of course I was going to tell you. He's not the one who was nearly anally fucked, is he?" I responded. "He's going to get fucked if he tells anyone, that's for sure." Owada said. We laughed about that. Ishimaru walked into the conversation. "Excuse me, you two. Is this talk appropriate for a classroom?" He asked. We didn't say anything. "Thought so. Focus on your classwork." He walked back to his desk, and we honored his request.

I gave Yamada a dirty look when he entered the classroom. Yamada began to look nervous, and he kept that look for the rest of class. Class itself was once again boring and completely uneventful. But once again, it was in the cafeteria where the real shit happened. Once again, I sat with Asahina and Maizono not because I wanted to, but because I was sure they wanted to know how it went. I wasn't wrong. "I-it went really badly. Yamada just... just..." I began to tell them, but then I realized I hadn't thought of a lie yet. Just because I told Owada doesn't mean I was going to tell everyone. "...just being Yamada." I know how to toy with emotions too well, so I let out a single fake tear. The two girls were unsurprised by the outcome of the date, although they tried their best to not look unsurprised. However, neither expected the fake crying. I had once again gotten a plan. "Could one of you get Yamada over here for me?" I asked them through my tears. Sayaka comforted me while Asahina got him. Yamada looked extremely nervous, he probably thought I was going to shoot his fucking brains out. But that's illegal and I wasn't going to do that in a school cafeteria. I didn't even bring the gun. Instead I did the next best thing. I wiped the fake tears off my face and punched him, right in the face.

Yamada crashed to the floor, his glasses broken and his nose bleeding. Everyone in the cafeteria looked at me. I felt nothing but pure power. It aroused me. I couldn't tell if what I had just done had broken character. It most likely evolved it. I finally noticed the hoard of eyes staring at me, most people surprised, some even smiling. I let out an awkward laugh, shrugged and sat back down. The power had given me a massive erection, thankfully covered by my skirt. The girl's jaw's were on the damn floor. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Maizono said. Asahina clapped for me, as well. It was only making me more aroused. Before I had time to thank them, I ran out of the cafeteria. I came once I made it to the bathroom.

After lunch, I thought about the decisions I had made within the last few days. Was physical and mental power worth it? Sure, the thought of it aroused me, but that wasn't anything I could do about that, and if there was then I don't know how. Maybe I should stop being so cynical. Maybe I should stop hurting those I meet. But these thoughts had to wait, because I had forgotten about a reservation I had made last week. I don't know much of Class 77, instead I know mostly know of them instead. Hanamura gives me porno mags and Pekoyama let me borrow a katana for private uses one time, but the person from that class I know the best is definitely Hiyoko Saionji. I first met Saionji on one of the first days of Hope's Peak, she relentlessly made fun of me every time I saw her. My female counterpart would cry every time she did this, but I took a liking to her ways of cruelness. Eventually I told her my secret and we became fast friends. We had way too much alike, personality wise. I had completely forgot that she invited me to a dinner at her room. She had prepared a dinner of entirely sweets for herself, but was considerate enough to make an entire steak for me. "What was the drama at the cafeteria about, bastard?" she asked me. We would always go back and forth insulting each other. "Nothing, bitch. Yamada's just a bigger bitch than you are." I responded with. I then explained the whole thing to her because I haven't done enough of that today. "Wow, sounds like you're the pussy here." Saionji responded with. I could actually see where she was coming from here. "I nearly killed the fucker! I could have shot him right in the face and the entire thing would have been over!" I yelled at her. "Then why didn't you?" She taunted back. Once again, she had a point. Before I could think of a witty response, there was a knock on the door. No one else had been invited, to my knowledge, so I asked Saionji about it. "I didn't tell you? It's one of these dinners. I invite Tsumiki over and we beat and torture her. Happens weekly. She says it's for her own nurse experimentations, specifically to see how fast the wounds can heal with her weird ass new age medicine she has, but we all know it brings her pleasure." She said. "Does that strike you as immoral in any way?" I asked her. She thought about this question for a surprisingly long time. "Well, yes, but she's literally asking for it. So not really." she responded, opening the door.

Tsumiki entered the room with a big smile on her face, but she couldn't stop shaking. Standard for her, but I still found it concerning. "Are you sure she asked?" I asked Saionji. "Oh, yeah. Definitely. Absolutely." she responded. "It sounds like she's lying, but she's not..." Tsumiki said afterwards. Guess she wasn't. The nurse was tied via rope to a wooden board and placed by the table near the both of us. She was tied by her neck, legs and chest, her hands tied behind the board. "I saw you punch that guy in the face at lunch! Very cool!" She said, barely able to speak with the rope covering her throat. Before I could say anything, Saionji punched her right in the face. "Shut the hell up, whore!" she said. The tied up girl began to cry, but she was clearly taking pleasure to it. "Do you think this is kinda... fucked up? Like you shouldn't do this?" I asked the sadistic traditional dancer. "She's fine with it! Why should I care?" She responded. I don't know why I was suddenly acting like a normal person in this situation, usually I'd join in. "Is she fine? You're abusing her!" I yelled. Saionji kept hitting the ever-loving fuck out of Tsumiki before I had to forcefully jump on her to make her stop. We wrestled on the floor for a bit, neither of us really had the upper hand. Saionji got up first and said some words that probably meant way too much to me. "Fujisaki-san, you've lost your edge. I'm sure the incident last night scarred you, but there's no need to be sensitized to everything. This is all you're against, my friend." I thought about this. Was she right? Was I wrong to not expect anything this deep from Saionji of all people? I had my thoughts until a few seconds later, when she continued.

"You're becoming more like the person you're pretending to be."

When she put it that way, I understood. She was undisputedly right. I shouldn't let my enjoyment of life and entire personality be affected by the dick of a fat man. Despite the Chihiro I created being an overall nice person, I never wanted to become her. I should never really be scared of anything, while the fake person that I play is scared of almost everything. I knew I had to keep the gig up. I can't give up now. I have to continu- "By fucking god, Fujisaki isn't the only guest here!" Tsumiki yelled at us. I guess even if I hadn't come to my senses, she really did have no issue with it. I guess I just didn't like seeing people get hurt. But now that I was back to my normal self, it didn't matter. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled as I punched her in the face. The two of us beat the fuck out of Tsumiki for another few hours. She enjoyed it as much as we did.