Chapter 8: Soaked in Stress
Saionji breathed heavily in her hospital bed, still in pain after nearly a day. Mikan Tsumiki had kept a close eye on her for most of that time, patching up her wound and overall treating her very well. She hadn't seen Fujisaki since he brought him to Tsumiki's office, but that didn't bother her much. The nurse hadn't been with her for the last few minutes, but she didn't mind. Once she did come back, she had something to say. "There's someone here to see you!" she said. Saionji hoped it was Fujisaki, when it ended up being the last person she would have expected.
"Hello, Saionji-san. I heard about everything." Junko Enoshima said as she entered. Saionji knew that Enoshima and Tsumiki were close but didn't know why she was visiting. "W-what are you here for?" the dancer asked, barely awake. "Well, I have a question for you. Do you feel that, teeming inside you?" she asked. Saionji didn't feel anything, and she made that clear with her face and body motions. "It's despair, honey. You'll learn more about that soon enough." Enoshima said, waving goodbye and leaving.
Saionji saw no point in that encounter. Maybe she wasn't looking deep enough into it. But that didn't matter to her, she had a different question on her mind. "Tsumiki-san, could you come in here?" she yelled. The nurse ran in, assuming it was some kind of emergency. She was relieved to find it wasn't. "Could we see if I'm actually pregnant?" Saionji asked her.
"Hot damn, when it comes to relationships, you are the least loyal person I know." Owada told me. He was at my room because we hadn't seen each other in some time. I tried to think of ways to disprove his claim but his claim wasn't false. When you fuck seven girls in one night while somewhat being in a relationship, and then get in a different relationship with one of those seven, you're a cheating son of a bitch. "Saving her life wasn't done out of romance, it was done because that's the right thing to do. I'm not the kind of person that does the right thing a lot, you know? I'm done with her romantically, I'm completely with Maizono now." I told him, grabbing a beer bottle and drinking about a quarter of it in one go.
"Alright, I get that. By the way, do you know if you actually impregnated her or not? Better yet, do you know if you impregnated any of the girls?" Owada asked. Shit, I didn't even think about any of them. Now there's eight potential girls I spilled my seed in and potentially knocked up. Who knows how many of them could be pregnant? For all I know, it could be all of them. I guarantee it's at least one. But the consequences of my actions have not been realized yet, so there is nothing to worry about for now. "You mother fucker. You always remind me of these things! I think you care a bit too much about my safety when usually I have shit under control. I'm cool with that, and I'm glad you care but you care a bit too much. Does that make sense to you?" I said to him. "I got what you mean, but-" he tried to say. A flurry of odd yet probably correct thoughts entered my mind.
"Do you worry about me so much more than yourself or other people because I'm small?" I cut him off with. Owada looked at me in a confused way. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. "Do you still see me as the small innocent girl you knew me as? Do you still see me as weak despite me clearly showing you the opposite?" I questioned. Obviously he didn't expect a random interrogation, but this had been bothering me for the last few days. "No! You're just in more extreme and ridiculous situations than anyone I know!" he nervously said. "Probably true, but you never act this way around your other friends. I know how close you are with Ishimaru but I've never seen you worry in any way about the guy. I've never seen you worry about a damn person besides me! I'd even describe this behavior as somewhat suspicious. Is there something I don't know here?" I asked, now standing up and yelling. The biker looked at me surprised, there was absolutely something I didn't know.
Before I could ask him anything more, I heard a loud slamming sound. Junko Enoshima had kicked the door open, sure she came uninvited but I didn't care. It was always a pleasure when she was here. As she approached the table, Owada rolled his eyes, probably expecting something sexual to take place between me and her. She messed with my hair a bit for reasons I'm not sure of. Owada didn't want to see any of it, so he got up and confronted her. "Excuse me, ma'am, but my good friend here does not want any of your sexual advances." he said, holding her shoulder. He likely had more to say, but Enoshima grabbed one of the beer bottles from the table and abruptly smashed it on the side of his head, knocking him out instantly. I didn't know how to react to this, so I barely did. "This isn't a sexual thing, like he thinks. I need you for some stuff. Follow me." she said, running out of the room. I ran after her, like she asked.
We stopped at her room, which was covered wall to wall in blueprints. Enoshima was clearly very proud of her work, which seemed to be for something very elaborate. "Now tell me, Fujisaki-kun. Do you think many of the people here have extremely tacky talents? That they don't belong here while people like you and me do?" She asked me. I nodded in agreement. "Also, do you like the suffering of people you don't like?" she asked again. "Oh, absolutely." I said. She had intrigued me. "Well, I have plans to take over this hellscape of a school and use it as the arena for a killing game involving those in our class. Not everyone is going to be in it, I'm not, Ikubasa probably won't, and if you agree to helping me here, you absolutely won't. Sound cool?" she asked. It did sound cool. She then explained how she was going to remove the Hope's Peak memories of everyone as well as explaining the game's many rules and regulations. I loved this concept. Sure, it was highly illegal but I didn't care. I was willing to help in any way to get this done.
"This sounds sick as fuck! Of course you can count me in! I'll program whatever you feel like for this endeavor. Don't expect anything to be done for a few days, though, maybe even a few weeks." I told her. "I didn't plan on starting this for a couple of weeks, anyway. Take as much time as you need." she told me. I hadn't really thought about how dumb most of the talents of the people in this school are, and how much I really don't like most of the people here. Never did I consider making them all kill each other, mostly because that's almost entirely out of the realm of possibility. But if there's one person that I could see pulling this off, it's absolutely Junko Enoshima. She then showed me some information on the game's robotic host, Monokuma, showing exact personality traits to program. I was somewhat impressed by how specific she wanted me to get, I could tell she wanted zero error in this masterplan.
But as she got more in depth in her planning, that annoying softer side got to me again. Did I really want this many 'talented' people dead? More importantly, there was no guarantee Enoshima was going to remove my friends from the game. She had mentioned that the game will start off with only members of Class 77, and once that's completed, she'll make Class 78 play the same game unless she finds something different to make use of with them. But in my class, there's still people I don't want to see die like Owada and especially Maizono. If Maizono died and it was my fault, there wouldn't be words to describe the guilt I'd feel. Even if we only had sex one time, I yearn for her every second I'm not within her. "Question, can you just remove Maizono from the game? I can't just let her die in my hands." I asked Enoshima. The fashionista thought long and hard about this before coming to a final decision. "There's not many people that disgust me more than Sayaka Maizono. Her bubbly attitude, her awful pop songs, her reliance on hope. The only reason I went on that beach trip was because I needed a break from this hellhole, god dammit! So no, she will not be spared." she said rather angrily. I really did want to help on Enoshima's project, but with this new development, I didn't think I could. "Well, I refuse then. And now that you have told me, I can tell her. I can tell them all." I responded.
She laughed in my face for an infuriatingly long time. "You know what I can do to you if you refuse, right? I won't just put you in the game, oh no. Since I can alter memories, I can choose to remove your masculine side! Everyone in the game will know you as nothing but a weak, innocent girl! There's no way you could survive!" she yelled. A smart yet still terrifying thing to do, for sure. "But you'll still have a secret. Instead of dressing as a girl for your own enjoyment, you'll do it because you have to. Because you're such a weak boy, you'll have no choice but to dress up as a girl! If they knew you were a boy, no one would take you seriously." she continued as I looked at her in horror. And then, Enoshima did something really unexpected. With ridiculous speed, she got on her knees, removed my panties with her left hand and put her right hand around my cock. "Even with your intelligence, no one would take you seriously if they knew about your crown jewels!" She began to stroke at a perfect speed, no doubt the best handjob I had ever received. "And by god, Chihiro, if you tell a single person about this plan, who knows what I'll do with you! I could cut off your tongue, limbs and eyes and use you as a sex doll! Or maybe, I could chop you up into small pieces and use you as food for the others in the game! The possibilities are endless! Do you understand?" she asked, stroking faster and faster. My mind was in the clouds, I could hear what she was saying but I was paying very little attention. It felt so damn good. "Y-yes, Enoshima-chan! I understand and won't tell a soul!" I said, nodding furiously . She continued to stroke my cock for five minutes before I eventually spilled the semen everywhere.
It took me a few minutes to regain sanity after that. "What was the point of that handjob?" I asked. Enoshima looked weirdly happy. "Well, I thought you were going to think I would cut your dick off or something, and you'd slap my hand out of the way and then I'd tell you I was going to give you a handjob and wouldn't offer you another one, which could cause you despair. However, I recommend looking down." she said, smiling smugly. I looked down, and to my surprise my skirt was fucking drenched in my own juice. The bottom half was completely soaked. I looked back at Enoshima. "And that's Despair!" she happily said. I ran right out of there and back to my room.
When I got there, I was surprised to see Maizono there. Owada was there as well, with Maizono cleaning up the blood on his forehead from the beer bottle earlier. She smiled at me, seductively, thankfully not noticing the wet mess that was my skirt. "Fujisaki, did you-" Owada tried to say, but I shushed him as fast as I possibly could. "You should probably go now. Me and Chihiro need to get some private business done." Maizono said to him. Owada knew exactly what was going on, and we quickly got him out of there and locked the door. She began to remove her clothes. "Maizono, please, I need to use protection for this." I pleaded with her. "What's the fun in that? It's much more fun without a condom!" she said. I had no clue what to do until I gave in. It probably wouldn't have felt as good if she did allow me to wear protection. It felt just as good as the one at the beach, if not better.
After it finished, I decided that if I couldn't wear protection, I at least had to tell her about the killing game, even if it did mean fatal consequences. "Sayaka, there's something I have to tell you." I said, as serious as I could. "That you love me?" she asked. With the way she looked at me that moment, I had to say yes. I guess I had to wait another day.
Author's Note: There's a good chance I might rewrite the previous chapters to have the characters referred to their first names as opposed to their last for personal convenience. What do you all think?