Chapter 10: Risky Business

It was only a few more hours until I had completely finished the programming on Enoshima's projects. After two and a half weeks, I could finally emerge from my room and make sweet love to Maizono. I had written a special code at the end of everything she asked for where, if it is ran, it will completely delete itself. That will likely be a temporary solution, but I still have many backups of the programs just in case I need to make necessary edits. I happily hummed to myself as I finished it up, when in the door burst Nagito Komaeda. Well, it was the Imposter, but he was dressed as Komaeda. Often times he'd come in with a report on how Maizono was doing, usually it was generally uninteresting but would still make me miss her more. Turns out she hadn't actually suspected that the Imposter wasn't actually me, which could mean a lot of things but I believe it shows how good of a job he's doing. But this time, he was breathing heavily, the amount of sweat coming off of him was pretty disgusting. "You know how you said it was fine to get intimate with Maizono as long as I ejaculated anywhere else besides within her?" he asked.

I pounded on my keyboard. "I had one fucking request for you and you blew it! I knew this was a bad idea!" I yelled at him. The Imposter rapidly shook is head and said "That's not what I meant at all! We didn't even fuck, although we tried. Listen, we were going to, but then god damn Hiyoko Saionji walks in and exposed me as a fake! I tried to tell Maizono of our deal but she didn't fucking listen!" Why the hell was Saionji still mad? Actually, that wasn't even likely. What is more likely is that she's fucking with me. She probably wants my attention. I didn't think about it for too long and finished the final program for Enoshima, all with the Imposter in the talking with me. Once I finished, I copied it onto a USB drive and messaged the fashionista, asking her to enter the room. A couple of minutes later, she came in and I gave her the flash drive.

"You have done work I have merely dreamed of, and for that I could not repay you enough. Although, I think I could come close!" she yelled. Abruptly, she took her top off. I had forgotten the sheer size of her tits. Despite her sheer beauty, I still trembled as she did this. Sure, she was beautiful and she was definitely asking for it, but I can't just cheat on Maizono like this! I had to resist the urge, it was incredibly hard to. But suddenly, she walked towards the Imposter. He had been watching oddly patiently. "Ohhh, Komaeda-chan, you can't be excluded from this." she said seductively. In the blink of an eye, Enoshima grabbed the Imposter's man tit. He looked somewhat horrified. "Uh, I think there's something I have to tell you." he said in his normal voice. "Yes, I know. That I fill you up with despair and that you love it. And I've always loved you, too." she whispered in his ear. They made out in front of me on my bed, almost forgetting I was there. I didn't want to be the one to tell her that he was a faker, either. After they had stopped, the Imposter removed his clothes. Enoshima gave me a nod as the Imposter entered through her front door. I thought about this for way longer than I should have, but I couldn't do it. I hadn't had done anything sexual in a few weeks, but I didn't want to do it right then with her. Plus, I wasn't even getting the best part of her. That belonged to the fat man. So I quietly left my own room. I debated between if I should see Maizono or Saionji first. For one, Maizono had been anticipating my return since she found out about the faker, but I also purposely tried to avoid Saionji since the incident with Kuzuryu. After some time thinking about it, I went with the risky choice.

When I got to Saionji's room, she looked at me with what looked to almost be disgust. "You tried to substitute yourself for the fucking Imposter and hoped I wouldn't notice." she said. Even if she had been my friend, her comments would still often annoy me. "Look, I've been sick for the last few weeks and I needed someone to look over my beloved Maizono, and she wouldn't suspect a thing because that someone looks exactly like me. Makes sense, right?" I asked. She simply stared at me for a few seconds before she began laughing. She laughed for what was probably a solid minute but felt like an hour. "Do you actually believe that some people would think that this guy who is a foot and a half taller and three hundred pounds heavier would be you? Do you look down on people so fucking much you'd think that they'd think that you and a guy four times your size are the same person? You're dumber than I thought!" she yelled, continuing to laugh. Maybe I should have left her to die. I would have left, but she continued her thought. "But you know who did fall for it? The media." she said. Oh dear god, as if it could get any worse. Not only did the media think I was a lesbian, but now they thought I was a fat lesbian. Those were likely the last two words someone who actually knew me would describe me as. I threw up a bit in my mouth as she continued to laugh at my misfortune.

"I also hope you understand that you organized your own cucking, too." she said, which she followed with another laughing fit. Everything she said was snarky, yet everything she said was correct. I hadn't thought about it, but I did essentially ask the imposter to make me a cuckold. I didn't even mean this in the derogatory sense like most people do. I actually turned myself into a cuck. I wanted to slap the bitch in the face but that would cause a whole host of other problems. Everything I wanted to say or do to her would cause issues. It was a near unwinnable game of chess. Actually, there was one valid option, but the consequences probably weren't worth it, unless I could get her to shut her god damn mouth. It was worth a shot. "Alright, listen. I haven't actually been sick, I've been doing something much worse. Junko Enoshima forced me to work on this secret project of hers that'll likely kill everyone in the school. I was told to keep it secret, but I'll make an exception this one time. If you tell anyone, she'll kill me and also probably kill you, too. Got that?"

That was about the last thing Saionji thought she'd hear. "I mean, this does sound like something she would do, but I'm not sure whether to believe it. Do you have any proof of this?" she asked. I would go back to my room and get my laptop which had many backups of the code, but there was a pretty good chance that Enoshima and the Imposter were still going down in there. "I'll supply that later, but please don't tell anyone." I said. I could have easily left right there, but I still had things I wanted to tell her. "Now answer this, why did you hire Kuzuryu to kill me?" I asked her. Saionji's face quickly turned red. "Look, I do dumb things when I'm mad, and I thought we were in a stable relationship. I was angry when I saw the kiss and I went too far. I had also told Mahiru Koizumi to take those pictures of that kiss, mostly because she's good at that. Although I'll let it be known that I didn't let Kuzuryu know that you're a guy. Give me some credit for that." she said. It was surprisingly considerate, sure, but she still attempted to kill me. Her point about doing dumb things when she was angry actually did make sense considering I also do dumb things when I'm horny. Neither of us said anything for a while before Saionji broke the silence. "I know how much you care about Maizono, but please, can we still be friends? You did save my life, after all." she asked. I thought long and hard about this one. "Sure." I said. We talked a bit more about non important things before I left.

I got back to my room, and thankfully the two were gone. My bed was in turmoil, however. It was wet and had a lot of crumbs of what was most likely fried chicken in it. I quickly cleaned it out, and was going to visit Maizono. But then I was intrigued by something else. Where even was the real Nagito Komaeda? I don't want to prioritize the lucky bastard above my girlfriend, but god damn it I wanted to know. I could still just see her later. I knew this had all the potential to go horrifically wrong, so I brought the gun Owada had given me several weeks before. I probably didn't even need to use it, but the unpredictability of Komaeda made me decide to bring it. His room's door had a sign on it saying to not disturb him, but the door itself was curiously unlocked. Inside, the room was a complete mess, with most of the things he owned on the floor. And in the center of it all was the real Nagito Komaeda meditating. He, too, seemed to be a mess. His hair was in knots, he wasn't wearing a shirt and he had a bandana covering his eyes like a blindfold. "Why must i be interrupted so early in the process?" he asks before I could say anything. I was about to speak, but I suddenly remembered that he didn't actually know about my secret. It felt weird that the fake one knew, yet the real one didn't. So I had to do my girl act completely on the fly. "It's been several weeks, s-sir." I said to him. Of course, it had been a whole since I had actually done this act, which threw me off a bit more.

"Ah, Fujisaki. Always a pleasure. It's felt like only a couple of minutes since the process had started." he said. Obviously, I asked what process. "Within the last few months, I've felt disconnected from hope. I've felt more despair than I ever have in my life. That was unacceptable. But now, I feel more with hope than ever. I have become one with hope!" he yelled triumphantly. Of course his religion was hope related. I never actually knew why he loved hope so much, and I doubt I'll ever learn. "Now, even with my newfound knowledge, I can not answer everything. What are the point in our eyes? If you just look deep enough within yourself, anyone and everyone can see with their hope. I see better than most people can." he asked. I had no idea how to answer this. "I'm terribly sorry, but that's not how things work." I said, somehow maintaining my composure. "That's what they want you to think. The man wants you to think the world is about despair. But it's all about hope. Hope is what rules aaaaall." he said,

He suddenly got up and put his finger on my mouth. "I can feel that hope from within you, little one. You'll feel it soon enough." he said as his finger slid down my body. It slid down until it got down to my crotch, where he began to feel around the unexpected bulge that was there. "Well, what an unexpected surprise!" he yelled. He fiddled around with my cock for no apparent reason. It was then I realized it was a good time to pull out the gun. I backed up and quickly shot him in his own groin. He fell backwards and squirmed around, holding his private areas. "I still have hope, you mortal fool." he said, blood getting all over his possessions. It was much more worth it to let Komaeda suffer. He'll be fine, he's lucky enough to be fine.