Chapter 4: Lust
I woke up with only thirty minutes to go before school. I could remember last night, but I assumed it was just a dream. Please god, just be a dream. Sure, that didn't explain the large amount of paper towels in the trash can or the missing clothes and money, but whatever. Just a dream. I put on the women's clothes and set out for school. As per usual, nothing really happened. Just the normal bullshit. But what wasn't usual was the announcement over the intercom after class and before lunch. "Chihiro Fujisaki, please come to the front office, please." it said. Not one person was up at that time! The hallways don't even have cameras! How did they see a thing? Why must this always happen? What is this bullshit?
I arrived to the front office to see a very stern looking Jin Kirigiri. He had his arms crossed when I arrived. There's no way he could have learned, I thought. This must be about something else. There has to be some confusion. Jin began to speak. "There were some complaints earlier about you streaking down the halls late at night last night. Is that true?" he said. My eyes widened and I began to shiver. He couldn't have any evidence, right? "N-n-no. No, that couldn't have been me, sir." I told him. "Well, under normal circumstances, I'd believe you. But we have photo evidence." He said. And indeed, he had a printed out image of me, my chest and crotch covered in paper towel running down the halls. If you looked close enough near the groinal region, you could indeed see a small bulge. Nothing too big, it had no reason to be any bigger at the time, but it was noticeable. Who the hell took this? "Shouldn't it not matter because my private areas are covered?" I asked the headmaster. Jin looked at the picture again. "I'm surprised I didn't notice that, you're right. We were considering some sort of punishment, but now that I see you were covering the bad spots, it doesn't matter as much. Consider this a warning, however." he said. I nodded and headed back to the cafeteria.
I walked back into the cafeteria. Today I decided to sit with a different group of people, a combo of the two classes, specifically Oowada, Saionji, and Nagito Komaeda. An interesting combination, for sure. I don't know Komaeda too well, but I see him around often. Because of him being here, I did still have to act in character, despite the other two knowing. I sat down and immediately the white haired lucky bastard spoke to me. "Hey Fujisaki-san, I heard about what happened last night!" he said. There's no way he could mean what I thought he meant, and if there was I was just going to ignore him. "The hell happened last night?" Oowada asked. "Haha! Nothing, just Fujisaki running down the halls of the school at night not wearing any clothes, with the exception of some paper towel." said Komaeda. Why wouldn't he know? This happens every time something happens that I don't want people to know, with the exception, of course, of my false identity. Thankfully, neither Oowada or Saionji believed him. "What's the point of accusing someone of something they so obviously wouldn't do?" Saionji asked.
Komaeda laughed and stood up. "Because I have photo evidence." he said. "I REPEAT!" he then yelled, the entirety of the cafeteria turning to him. The bastard stood up and started pointing at me. "I HAVE PHOTO EVIDENCE OF CHIHIRO FUJISAKI RUNNING THROUGH THE SCHOOL HALLS WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON!" The others in the cafeteria just kinda stared. Judging by the looks on their faces, they didn't believe him for the most part. Why would they? Komaeda checked his pockets for a photograph, nothing in them. What luck. He let out a smug laugh. Oowada got up and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him in the air. "Listen, bitch. If you ever attempt to lie about my friends again, I'm gonna kick your ass unreasonably hard. You know that?" he said, tightening his grip. Komaeda had trouble nodding, but Oowada could tell he was. He let go and the white haired boy fell on his back before running away. "Did you actually do it?" Saionji asked me after he ran away. "Of course I did. It's a long story." I told her.
I have no idea how Komaeda found out about the incident. Probably just his dumb luck. But the reason any of this happened was because I was knocked out at the strip club, and that made me learn a valuable lesson. Maybe I do need real love. Maybe I need someone worthwhile to appreciate me and fuck me to get my mind off of a hard week. Sex with a two dollar slut is cool and all, but nothing compares to when it's with someone who gives a damn. And I feel as if I know someone who gives a damn about me, despite all my flaws, despite all I've done. But not now, maybe sometime soon. I lay on the bed of my room. Class had ended, I had thought about the actions in the cafeteria. I wondered if simply not reacting to the accusations was the right move. More importantly, if it was the in character move. Was the character even worth it? I love what I have done and I know I'm loved back, sure it may be as a friend, but any appreciation is always wonderful. My love of catfishing and scamming has probably gone too far. I grabbed a picture from my desk, it was from about four months before I started the character. It was me with my father, he was helping me with my first prototype of Alter Ego. I looked very different, I wore a green t-shirt and leather jacket, my hair much shorter. I missed it when it was simpler. I just decided that it would be funny to fuck with people, to cause intrigue by putting on a skirt and telling no one what was under.
Actually, this isn't too big of an issue. Just because it's not who I am doesn't mean I can't like what I've done with myself. No one can tell me that it's not impressive to pretend to be someone, someone of the completely different gender and personality type with this much perfection. Most people probably wouldn't like the real me, most would think the real me is a freak. None would expect that the most submissive female in all of Hope's Peak is a power hungry man who wants nothing more than to control those he does not approve of. Oh yes, control. Power and control. Power and control got me so fucking horny. Power and control can lead me to love. Not hope, not despair, but power and control. The only real exceptional talent here is my programming and scamming skills. Who cares about your fanfiction or fortune telling or god damn luck skills? Do I think too highly of myself, I then began to think. No, I think too low of myself. Everyone regardless of if they know about the fake identity knows that I'm a wonderful student and fantastic at much of what I do. They just see flaws in who I am, some that need fixing and some that don't.
It was at this point I realized that much of what I thought to myself was complete nonsense. When I don't feel well, I don't think straight. But I didn't really feel hurt or sick or anything like that, no. I felt lust. A lust that had to be quenched. I felt more lust than I did even at the strip club. Actually, the lust was because of the strip club. I need sex with someone I know, care for, and trust so that the incident from last night can't repeat itself. Thinking about this got me really, really fucking horny. Something had to be done then and there to reach my goal. But who would likely be willing?
Oh yeah, that's who.
Hiyoko Saionji answered my door knocks and immediately I hugged her. She didn't know what was going on, so she hesitantly hugged back. My loving smile turned into a smug grin as I forced her to her bed. She began to look uncomfortable. I didn't care, I was horny as fuck. I got on top of her, breathing heavily. But then I realized the mistake I had made. This is almost exactly what that fuck Yamada did to me only a couple of days ago. He had also succumbed to the lust. I had become Yamada. At least he gave somewhat of a warning. He told me he was going over to my room before he went, even if it was unwanted. I just kinda barged in and tried to put my cock in her. Before I could apologize and fuck right off, I was kicked in the balls. I fell off the bed and grabbed my groin. Saionji jumped off too, and looked at me with an angry look. "What in the fuck was that?" she asked me. I wanted to tell her about how fucking horny I was and that I was going to exit, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense. My attempts to speak suddenly stopped when Saionji put her foot on my cock. "Dicks are kind of like ants. If you stomp on them the correct way, they make just the perfect noise! The only reason I didn't just stomp on the fucker immediately is because I'd consider you a friend." She said. She then began laughing as I lay there, too scared to move. The malicious dancer took her foot off the goods and let me up. Only then did I explain to her the full strip club situation and why I came in. She gave me her forgiveness and I went my way.
"Hold on a minute, Fujisaki-san. Just because what you did was weird as fuck doesn't mean it didn't turn me on." she said, removing her kimono. "Just don't try without telling me first." she continued. Was this the very definition of Stockholm Syndrome or was I really her friend that much? Didn't matter. I instantly became horny once again and tackled her onto the bed. I ripped off my clothes and we did the bad thing. While it was definitely pleasurable, it was really fucking rough. I don't fully remember if my legs were bruised during the sex, however I can't say I didn't deserve it if they were. We went full fucking force for a good twenty minutes before we decided we were tired and I left.
I rested well that night. Sure I realized after that I had just been dominated by a girl and that I didn't use protection, but it didn't matter. I was happy. I've fucked a lot of chicks before, but very few of them were people I really knew or cared about. I'm glad Hiyoko did that for me, even if I had started it the wrong way.
Wait a minute, shit. I didn't wear a condom?