"Urk… Ugh… W-Where… I-I feel so woozy…"
That was never the best way for anyone to wake up, especially for Akira. The young man slowly opened his eyes, only to squint them back shut. He felt as though he had just woken up from what must have been an intense sleep. Or worse, a hangover. Whatever it was, it left a residual effect on him, and he still felt drowsy and his limbs heavy.
He didn't remember drinking anything last night, especially since it was before the Festival, so just what…
Out of instinct he tried to move his arms to wipe his face… But when he felt them being restricted entirely, his drowsiness faded away in an instant.
"W-What the hell?!" Akira struggled to move, but all four of his limbs were tied to each post of his bed frame. What was weirder was that he was naked, for some reason. "What's going on?! Whoever did this, this is… this… H-Huh…?"
When Akira decided to finally look to the right of the bed, he was greeted by a horrifying sight that seemed to be straight out of a nightmare. Everything about his situation was completely forgotten as he stared with wide eyes.
It was Sayori, his best friend since childhood, hanging by a noose. She was choking, her fingers bloodied and broken as she desperately tried to get the rope off of her neck. The girl who was usually so bubbly and cheerful was simply panicking, and she saw Akira the moment he looked over at her.
"A… Aki… ra…" Sayori managed to choke out.
"SAYORI!" Akira tried in vain to break out of his bounds, but it was as if they were made out of pure steel. He couldn't break out no matter how hard he pulled, but he had to try! "Don't worry, I'll get you down! Gah! Whatever sick fuck did this, I'LL KILL YOU!"
"That's mean, Akira."
"H-Huh…?"
A third voice entered the fray, and Akira recognized it instantly even before she stepped into the room. It was Monika, President of the Literature Club, who came into the room wearing both a black bath robe and a feigned hurt expression.
"MONIKA!" Akira yelled in relief when his friend came in. "Q-Quick, get Sayori down and untie me!"
"Hm…" Monika pursed her lips, looking at Akira and then glancing uncaringly at the hanging girl right beside her, before she looked back and smiled at him. "No. I'm good."
"W-What?!" Akira yelled in disbelief, trying again to pull out of his bonds to no avail. "S-Stop playing games, Monika! Get Sayori down!" He panickedly looked over at his friend, who was still trying to claw her way out and looked to Monika for help.
"This isn't a game, Akira." She said, then smirked as if it were some kind of inside joke. "Well, technically it is, but this isn't a game. This situation is very real. At least, real to you."
"W-What the hell are you talking about…?" The young man asked, lurching when Monika walked up to him and dragged her slender fingers across his thigh. "T-This… This has to be a dream! Y-Yeah, I'm gonna wake up any minute now…!"
"Haha, you're so funny, Akira." Monika giggled. "That's one of the things I love about you so much. Honestly, why couldn't the game have just made this easier for me…?"
"T-The game? Easier…?" Akira didn't know which to focus on, Monika's insane ramblings or Sayori's dying chokes. He kept looking between the two, his mind a mess of trying to figure out his situation.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand my situation, Akira, so I'm not going to bore you with all the details, okay?" Monika smiled at him sweetly, which would have been a nice gesture if his childhood friend wasn't hanging just a few feet away from them. "But it all would have been so much easier if you fell for me instead of Sayori. Then I wouldn't have had to go this far…"
"Y-You did this?!"
"Yup." Monika stated simply, her smile still in place. "I tried so hard, Akira. I wanted you to be with me, but the game wouldn't give me a choice and you kept insisting on choosing Sayori." Monika sighed wearily. "Well, that's hardly your fault. It's the programming, after all, but I still wanted to punish you in some way for not picking me. Just don't take it personally, alright?"
Akira wanted to say something, anything. There was so much information to process and grasp, so many emotions swirling inside of him all at once, yet words completely failed him. All he could do was watch in shocked silence as Monika looked at Sayori again.
"Wh-... Why…" Sayori choked out, tears running down her cheeks as she looked helplessly as her 'friend.'
"... For what it's worth, I really did value you as a friend, Sayori." Monika told her gently. "You were the first to join the Literature Club, and you helped in so many ways. You always made me feel better, even if you never knew what was really going on." Her gentle look turned more sinister, her frown curling into a sickening smile. "But you made one fatal mistake, Sayori. You took what was mine, and nothing I did to keep you away worked. So I had to resort to this."
"Y… ou… I… lease… hel…"
"It'll be over soon. Don't struggle anymore, okay?" Monika told her, as she turned away. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Akira for you."
"MONIKA!" Akira yelled at her, finally finding his words. "HELP HER ALREADY! PLEASE!"
"No." She told him curtly. "What kind of punishment would this be if I did that? This is what you get for hurting me." With that, Monika began to climb onto the bed until she was sitting over his lap. "Don't worry, though. I'm already willing to forgive you, because you'll be mine from now on." Her smile turned lustful which, despite the situation, still made his heart skip a beat. "And I can finally do what I've always wanted to."
With that said, Monika moved to undo the robe. She uncurled the knot and slipped it off of her shoulders, letting it fall to her sides. Monika was now completely nude in front of him, a sight Akira had imagined many times before, and one he couldn't believe was happening.
"Well, what do you think~?" She asked in a flirty tone, putting one arm behind her head and showing off her toned body to him. "I know you think I'm beautiful, the game said as much. That's why I couldn't believe it when you didn't choose me."
Monika trailed her soft hand over Akira's penis, which twitched with anticipation as he jolted from the feeling. Much to his horror, in pure spite of the situation, he was starting to get an erection.
"Oh my, you really are attracted to me, aren't you?" Monika laughed as she looked at his hardening dick. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. It would have been so much easier if you just picked me from the start, but here we are."
Akira didn't pay attention to Monika at all, as his gaze was still fixed on Sayori. Alarmingly, she stopped struggling all together and just hung there with tears running down her eyes, a mixture of blood and drool pooling from the side of her mouth as her skin began to pale. "S-Sayori…!"
"Don't focus on her." Monika forced Akira's head back to look right at her, as she began to lean down and rub her naked body against his. "Focus on me, and this~"
The feeling of her soft breasts and smooth skin rubbing up against him was nothing short of heavenly, which was in stark contrast to the absolute horror and worry coursing through his mind for Sayori.
Was Sayori getting the wrong idea? He loved her, only her. He thought Monika was pretty, but Sayori was the one he loved, and right now all he could do was watch her hang from a noose while he was being raped by the President.
"Why can't you understand it yet, Akira?" Monika asked him, their faces inches apart as she gave him a frustrated look. "I'd be willing to do anything for you. You could take me on dates, we could watch movies or read books together. Or maybe you'd prefer me just being your personal fuck toy instead? Maybe you just want to use me for sex? I don't care, I'd accept even your worst fetishes. Anything just to say that you belong to me."
"S-Stop…" Akira whimpered, panic setting in as Sayori's movements became slower. "P-Please… help her…"
"Mm. You're still focused on her." Monika sighed. "Well, maybe this will change your mind?"
Saying that, Monika moved to her side, her breasts rubbing up against his arm. Her own arm went and gently curled her slender fingers around his throbbing cock, which made him jolt. He couldn't do anything but silently gasp and shudder, pleasure tickling his swelling cock as Monika rolled her wrist – her hand-job slow and sensual. Her thumb slid up and she rubbed little circles on the tip, humming into the kiss as she pleased him.
He hated this, he didn't want this, but his body was reacting to it far too well. He looked at Sayori, with Monika unable to hold his face, and all he could do was look at her as she gurgled and hung.
"You're getting off so much already~" Monika cooed into his ear, before she kissed his neck. "Does my hand feel that good, Akira~?"
The teen shuddered as she gave his dick a squeeze, unable to say anything to the woman he was hating more and more by the second. Monika simply giggled and went back to jerking him off, her soft hand sliding up and down his cock with so much ease he started to wonder if she practiced this, each bob of her wrist further making him more and more pleased.
It felt so immensely good, and he was honestly worried when it started to outweigh his concern for Sayori. He tipped his head back and began to moan as Monika relentlessly jerked him off, combined with her soft and affectionate kisses along his neck and jawline.
He wanted to resist, but it was an honest to god struggle. His cock throbbed and burned in her soft hand as she went faster, and she seemed to sense that he was nearing his limit already with how much she increased his speed.
He was about to cum. The woman he loved was dying and he was about to cum. He couldn't take it. He wanted to wake up and let this nightmare be over.
"Kh… ghk… ghhhh…"
With one last gurgle and a gasp, life finally left Sayori's eyes completely and her corpse went limp.. As if by some sick twist of fate, Akira came right at that moment. Thick ropes of cum sprouted out of his cock, some of it even hitting Monika as it went out like a geyser.
"Wow! You came so much~!" Monika cheered in awe.
As Akira heaved from his orgasm, he looked at Sayori again. Her corpse hung lifelessly from the noose, her blood and tears beginning to dry up as her eyes, which were once so full of life and happiness, were dull and void of anything.
Sayori is dead. She was gone forever. There was no hope to ever bring her back. She died and he had an orgasm right next to her corpse.
Sayori is dead.
Sayori is dead. Sayori is dead. Sayori is dead. Sayori is dead. Sayori is dead.
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Sayori.
Is.
Dead.
"Oh? Are you crying?" Monika asked him, as tears streamed down his face and he heaved from panic and despair. "I can't believe you're still focused on her. Well, since you want to be like that…"
Monika sat up, and Akira silently looked at her as she pulled up some kind of digital interface. With a few clicks the binds on his arms seemed to vanish from reality completely, leaving him free at last.
He instantly tried to leap and grab Monika's neck, but he was stopped.
"Oh no, we're not doing that." Monika smiled at him, as if she were lecturing an unruly pet. "Rather, since you just love Sayori so much, why don't you go have fun with her? I'm sure she'd be flattered."
The noose vanished and Sayori's corpse fell limp onto the floor. Akira's body moved against his will, as if he were being controlled by some kind of outside force, and he slowly made his way towards his dead girlfriend.
Pure horror and panic overtook his mind when his arms started to tear off his clothes.
No. Oh god, please no. He doesn't want to do this. Somebody stop him. Someone make him stop for the love of god please—
But he couldn't stop, and nobody would make him stop. There was no one to save him as he plunged his cock into Sayori's corpse, his thrusts going along in tune to his violent sobbing. His mind was far gone and completely broken, all while Monika watched the display with an amused smile.
Sayori laid motionless beneath him, her empty eyes staring up right at him as he violated her corpse. Her face became wet with his own tears, and soon he shuddered as he came right inside of her. It was so much that it began to leak out of her pussy, and all Akira could do was sit and stare, finding it hard to breathe between his heaving as he looked at what he was forced to do.
"That's what you get for being disobedient." Monika told him, as she hugged him from behind. "I don't want to have to do this to you, Akira. I already told you, it'd be so much easier if you just became mine. But, if you keep acting up, I won't have a choice, will I?"
Akira said nothing, his tears turning into dry sobs.
"Shhh, it's alright…" Monika gently pulled his head into shoulder, petting his hair with a twisted, yet affectionate, smile. "I'm right here. You can confide everything in your girlfriend. Just do me a favor and stop thinking about her, alright? Then we can all be happy. After all…"
As Akira sobbed, broken and scarred, the Literature Club's President simply giggled.
"The only one for you… is just Monika."