After the bathhouse had finally opened, the girls — courtesy of a well-timed bluff from Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler — had taken the opportunity to bathe together, all at once. Being a girl, Kyoko could hardly refuse, though she wasn't exactly a 'normal' girl. She kept her towel firmly around her waist the whole time, all the better to keep her secret safe. With her condition being all but unique to the Kirigiri family (her amnesia had temporarily made her unaware of this, but she did know that the existence of her kind was not common knowledge), Kyoko doubted that she would have to do much to sweep it under the rug. She resolved to watch the other girls from afar, to hide the growing bulge that had formed in her towel over the last half hour. When all the other girls had cleaned up and left the bathhouse (or so she thought), Kyoko simply dropped her towel and entered the pool. This ill-considered hastiness would soon prove to be a very big mistake on her part.
Before Kyoko could so much as enter the water, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. "Wow, so that was the bulge in your towel!?" Hina blurted out tactlessly, without thinking. Kyoko immediately blushed upon being reminded that Aoi Asahina — known as Hina to her friends — was still in the bathhouse. She had thought that no one else was still inside the bathhouse, but apparently, she had been wrong. "Hina, you really can't tell anyone about this. I mean, this is absolutely none of your business. Can you please keep this... indiscretion... on my part between the two of us?" Kyoko sincerely asked her classmate. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Hina cheerfully — but earnestly — responded.
All this time spent staring at Hina's naked body had made Kyoko grow painfully hard, with the mysterious intersexed girl having to excuse herself to her room so she could properly 'clean her pipes' in the shower. Luckily, Hina had ended up being the only survivor of the Killing School Life (so far, anyway) to discover Kyoko's secret. She never did tell anyone, nor did she ever let it stop the two of them from becoming friends. Kyoko — being the hormonal young woman that she was — had wanted to bang Hina very, very badly for quite some time after that experience. However, she had ultimately managed to overcome those shallow urges, and resolved to seek a more meaningful relationship in the future. With any luck, Kyoko would be fortunate enough to find such a relationship someday...
Present Day
After the lifesaving surgery (that had been performed by Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse), Kyoko soon realized that she needed to find a place to stay so that she could properly recover from her harrowing ordeal. After all, the poison from that infernal bangle had taken quite the toll on her, both physically and mentally. Originally, she had planned to retire to the Kirigiri mansion, but she needed time to be alone with her thoughts (this was only her official excuse; in reality, her reasons for staying elsewhere had little to do with privacy). This had led her to book a room in a quiet little hotel... which just happened to be the very same room that her former subordinate Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky Student/'Ultimate Hope' was currently staying in. Makoto hadn't arrived yet, so Kyoko decided to get out of her Future Foundation uniform and quietly reflect on the events that had recently transpired.
Makoto easily dismissed Kyoko's having gone out of her way to show up in time to share a hotel room with him as mere coincidence. This just proved his former boss, in no uncertain terms, to be dead right about him being unbearably naive. Her official explanation was total bullshit — if she had really wanted privacy, why would she go out of her way to stay in a room that was already occupied? It was no coincidence that Kyoko was now sharing a room with the man that she had nearly died to protect. When all hope had seemed lost and she could hear the footsteps of death ringing in her ears, it was her greatest regret that her feelings for Makoto would go forever unacknowledged. Upon cheating death, she instantly knew that, at all costs, she could not afford to let this golden opportunity pass her by. The meaningful relationship that she had been seeking for years now would soon be hers — she couldn't be any more ready to confess her feelings to her former subordinate and longtime friend. In any event, Makoto had many duties to fulfill, while it was recommended that Kyoko get plenty of rest to aid in her recovery. The former director of the 14th division of the Future Foundation certainly had a lot to think about tonight.
Kyoko fell back onto her bed, her pale skin on full display in the dimly lit hotel room. Her recent brush with death was still heavy on her mind. The killing game in general was a nightmarish experience, but the circumstances of her nearly fatal poisoning were particularly trying for her. She had known full well from the moment the game had started that she was most likely a dead woman walking. The thought of killing Makoto to ensure her own survival had never so much as crossed her mind. So even as the battle raged around her, and she watched friends and antagonists alike expire in front of her eyes, she had been mentally writing her own obituary the entire time. Speaking of Makoto, Kyoko could feel her little buddy downstairs beginning to get hard just from thinking about him... she could still remember the scene that she had witnessed yesterday between Makoto and Hiro (whose real name was Yasuhiro Hagakure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant). Both of her former subordinates had been wresting shirtless (she didn't remember why, and she didn't particularly care) and she immediately popped a rock-hard boner upon getting a good look at Makoto. Hiro was surprisingly well-built himself, but Makoto looked good enough to eat — he might not have been the biggest or the strongest, but he had underrated athleticism (and was as cute as a button to boot).
Makoto must have been getting some pointers on how to exercise from Hina to have a body like that! Speaking of Hina, Kyoko had for some time found it to be painful to so much as look at her; the Ultimate Swimming Pro had a body that most other women would give anything for (chocolate skin, curvaceous hips and, most importantly, large breasts), and she found herself to be a bit lacking in comparison. Those child-bearing hips reminded Kyoko of something that she'd long been wondering about, the matter of whether she herself was even able to have children in the first place. The thought that she might be unable to ever give birth had caused her a great deal of pain over the years, while the thought (more of a hope, really) of having Makoto someday father her child continued to linger in the back of her mind. If Kyoko were to be honest with herself, she was most likely sterile. If her own biology hadn't already taken care of that, the poison probably had (in addition to giving her a few scars on the left side of her face). Once Kyoko felt those impure thoughts coming back to her, she knew that she would have to thoroughly purge them in the bathroom. The former director felt sorry for the poor hotel maids who would bear the misfortune of having to clean up her mess, but it couldn't be helped.
As Kyoko prepared to get down to business and beat her meat, she thought about just how many times she had saved Makoto from certain death. First, she had saved him from himself by stopping his emotional outburst towards Monokuma, which would have most definitely gotten him killed. Then, she had interceded on his behalf against the mastermind behind the Killing School Life, who later turned out to be Junko Enoshima, the architect of the Tragedy itself. After that, she had thrown herself down a godforsaken trash chute because she knew that he just might still be alive down there (her intuition had not failed her that time around). Years later, she had saved him from an all but certain execution while acting as his boss. And just recently, she had almost died due to her unwillingness to throw him under the bus to save her own skin. Sure, Makoto had helped Kyoko from time to time himself (the time he had chosen to trust in her lie did come to mind). But she still felt the deep-seated desire to extract some payment from her former subordinate.
Kyoko had previously fantasized about Makoto repaying her with a very occasional hand job, but her cock sorely needed some real action. Using what little remained of her self-control, she fumbled around her pocket for condoms. After finding one, she wrapped it tightly around her cock. This one was the perfect length to accommodate eight inches of Kirigiri-brand blood sausage, though she wished that it was a little bit thicker; it was already strained almost to the point of breaking, and she was a little worried that it might not be up to the job. She also had a few tissues ready just in case the condom broke during the one-on-one party that she was about to have with her palm. Once Kyoko had made all possible preparations for the worst-case scenario, she set aside all sentiment and initiated the purging, her mind beginning to wander as she remembered the time that her secret had been discovered by one of her former classmates for the second time...
Flashback
Kyoko was thankful that Koichi Kizakura was the only one (other than Hina, of course) among the Future Foundation who knew about her secret. As a longtime family friend, he was fully aware of the blessing (or was it more of a curse?) that certain Kirigiri women had been packing for generations. While some turned out to be sterile, others didn't. To be born as intersexed — 'futanari' was the proper term — in the first place was essentially a roll of the dice. The odds of being fertile on top of that were also a crapshoot, so roughly about a quarter of the women from her father's side of the family were able to both impregnate women and be impregnated by men. In any case, Koichi insisted that he would never tell anyone, and he seemed fully content to keep their relationship entirely professional. That had lasted until Kyoko was christened the leader of her own division, and it all started to slip away. Apparently, Koichi felt that he didn't need to maintain a sense of professional decorum around a fellow director while in private, so he no longer hesitated to bring up her condition whenever he got the chance. He kept incessantly poking fun at it whenever the two of them were alone, asking inane questions like whether it was true that there was no such thing as a purely female Kirigiri (there was, though even they would still be carriers of the gene that led to cases like hers), or making highly inappropriate comments about her dick. For god's sake, he'd even once called it Kirigiri-brand!
This was all unacceptable conduct that Kyoko had meant to confront him about, but her job was frustrating enough in and of itself. Not only was the work brutal and dangerous, but the professional need to maintain distance between herself and her subordinates made for a very lonely existence. She was hardly a social butterfly, but this isolation led to many of her emotional and sexual needs going unsatisfied for far too long. Kyoko's thoughts would occasionally wander off to the bottles of lube she always kept handy in her desk and suitcase, but she was in every respect an ideal executive: intensely focused, calm under pressure, and unfailingly competent. That meant that she could only ever rub one out when she was off the clock, which didn't happen nearly as often as she would have liked.
Kyoko found herself what she believed to be a quiet moment while alone in her office after hours, and quickly began to beat off. In her haste, she made a crucial mistake: she forgot to lock the door, even leaving it slightly open. This negated the soundproofing that would have normally kept her illicit activities a secret. While very few people had any reason to be in this area of the building at this hour, it just so happened that Makoto was on his way back to headquarters after another successful rescue mission, and he had showed up at precisely the right moment to hear loud moaning coming from the 14th division office. He immediately opened the door the rest of the way without thinking and was greeted with the unexpected sight of his boss holding something big and tubelike in her tightly clenched fist. He reflexively tried to turn away and pretend that he hadn't seen a thing, but Kyoko knew better. "You saw it, didn't you!?" she spat out in a frustrated tone. Makoto sheepishly admitted it, and Kyoko sighed. "You are my subordinate, so what I say goes. I say that what you just saw — which was really none of your business anyway — is to stay between the two of us. Do I make myself clear?" "Crystal, ma'am." Makoto dutifully replied.
"So that's why Kyoko has been acting so weird every time she's about to get a moment alone!?" Makoto thought to himself, recalling the way Kyoko would often look flushed and agitated after a meeting. What he didn't realize at the time — though if he had, a shiver would surely have crept up his spine — was that whenever that happened, she was thinking about doing something like bending him over a nearby desk or raising his legs over her shoulders. She'd surely get the payment she was due after that... It was nothing less than a miracle that Kyoko had managed to successfully hide her hunger for her own subordinate from the entire Future Foundation. Anyone who bore the misfortune of having to wash her underwear during laundry day would have seen them thoroughly caked with semen, not to mention the trash cans overflowing with dirty tissues and condoms that were always stashed somewhere in her office's closet. Perhaps Makoto's luck was the reason that no one else among the Future Foundation had ever managed to discover Kyoko's secret, even with the mountain of evidence that she had — despite her best efforts — left behind.
Flashback End
Kyoko decided to start off nice and slow to minimize the risk of her condom breaking, but she held a tissue right in front of her glans just in case. She closed her eyes and imagined Makoto getting onto his knees, his mouth tentatively beginning to engulf her throbbing dick. Finally, she was about to get a long overdue blow job. Her breath hitched as her knuckles began to whiten underneath her gloves from the death grip she was applying to her meat. It had been far too damn long since her last release! Had Kyoko not been so absorbed in her jerk-off session, she would have been able to notice Makoto returning to their hotel room. While the Ultimate Lucky Student was planning to just slip out of his Future Foundation uniform and unceremoniously hit the hay, he couldn't just ignore the loud moans coming from the suite's bathroom.
Makoto tried knocking on the door a few times, but Kyoko absentmindedly told him not to come in, not consciously realizing that the knocking meant she was no longer alone. Unfortunately for her, even the Ultimate Detective and former head of the 14th division of the Future Foundation was not immune to thinking with her dick sometimes. What she said next was something she'd soon come to regret. "That's right, Makoto. Suck my dick, you little faggot!" she moaned as she imagined Makoto giving her what she was due for having saved him so many times. In her vivid imagination, her balls slapped against his chin as he took her in as deeply as he could. "Faggot, huh? Is... is that what she really thinks of me?" Makoto quietly said to himself, hurt by this unexpected insult coming from someone that he'd thought he could trust. He then turned his back before walking away, leaving his former boss to finish with her poorly chosen course of action. "You're my bitch, Makoto Naegi! Your holes are mine for the taking!" Kyoko roared as she felt her climax draw near. If she had any idea of who was listening, she would have taken back those words in an instant.
Kyoko couldn't stop herself even if she'd wanted to; the detective had already reached the point of no return. She continued to imagine fucking Makoto's tight ass while his smaller cock flopped around uselessly, ramming into him again and again until he was forced to scream her name. She was also thinking about everything she would need to prepare him for this treatment: lube, toys (such as a Kokeshi Dynamo that she'd gotten from the MonoMono Machine several years ago, for instance), and even a romantic candlelit dinner. "This is how I should have made him repay me, all those years ago..." Kyoko muttered as she felt her balls tense up. And with that, the moment of Kyoko's orgasm had finally arrived.
Kyoko gritted her teeth and slammed her eyelids shut as she felt her cum filling up the condom. It was nothing compared to the messes she would make every night while the killing game had been going on at Hope's Peak, but it was nonetheless an impressive payload. She was glad to have prepared a few tissues in advance, even if they hadn't been needed to clean up the room. At least they wouldn't all be going to waste; her dick needed to be wiped off, after all. With Kyoko's head now finally clear, a thought that she had initially overlooked now reasserted itself: there had been a knock on the door, so Makoto had most likely arrived in the hotel room. If he was indeed out there, he had surely overheard everything that she'd just said and done, because the door to this bathroom wasn't soundproofed like the door to her old office had been. As a result, Kyoko would probably need to engage in some damage control right about now. She finally exited the bathroom after having cleaned herself off and went to check on the man that she had just been pretending to ravish. He was lying on the bed, silent but clearly still wide awake.
"I think I might want to check out early." were the first words Kyoko heard out of Makoto for the entire night. "What do you mean, check out early? We've still got until tomorrow night!" Kyoko questioned. "You can stay here if you want, but I don't want to spend any more time than I have to with someone who thinks of me as a 'faggot', much less their 'bitch'! I'm leaving in the morning." Makoto flatly replied. "Well, I guess that confirms it. You did hear me... didn't you?" Kyoko belatedly remarked. She had been aware of the possibility but had hoped against hope that it wouldn't turn out to be the case. Makoto didn't spare another word for her, simply closing his eyes and falling asleep...
The Morning After
Kyoko awoke from a long and miserable night of sleepless self-reflection, followed by a brief period of fitful and restless slumber. She got out of bed and mechanically went through the motions of preparing for the day ahead, and then exited the hotel room and went down to the lobby for breakfast. Makoto predictably gave her the silent treatment, not looking her directly in the eye even once. Kyoko now realized that she should have just waited for a better opportunity, when she was certain that she would not be overheard, to let loose like that – now Makoto was distancing himself from her and getting the silent treatment from him like this was even more unpleasant than she had previously expected it to be. "How long?" Makoto suddenly spoke up. "How long what?" Kyoko immediately replied, genuinely confused by the question. "Just how long have you been planning to make me 'repay' you?" "Now wait just a minute. You don't really think that I meant what I said last night... do you?" Kyoko asked him in a plaintive tone, her voice wavering slightly.
"Well, maybe you didn't. But words matter, Kyoko. Actions have consequences. You can't expect me to just pretend that I didn't hear that. Maybe next time you want to run your mouth, you'll remember this moment. As for me, I don't want to see your face right now. So can you just go away and leave me alone?" Makoto quietly — but firmly — requested. Kyoko sighed when the full weight of the mistake that she had made finally dawned on her. "Makoto, what I said in the bathroom was just dirty talk. I... I didn't mean any of it! You mean a lot to me, you know. That wasn't who I really am!" she tried with everything she had to express her innermost feelings, but to no avail. After the two of them had finished exchanging words, they each went their own separate ways. Kyoko bowed her head in shame when she realized the extent to which she had degraded Makoto, her close and trusted friend.
Makoto stayed the night at a small house not too far away from Hope's Peak, which he and the other survivors of the Killing School Life were already in the process of rebuilding. On the other hand, Kyoko paid her old friend Hina a visit — she was in dire need of some emotional support after what had just happened between her and Makoto. "What brings you here today, Kyoko?" Hina cheerfully asked. "I... I think I might need another place to stay for a while. I hate to impose, but could you..." Kyoko trailed off, but the question she was trying to ask was obvious. "Oh, let me guess. You called Makoto something naughty by accident, didn't you?" Hina teased in a good-natured fashion. Kyoko simply smiled in embarrassment — with her face bright red — as she realized that her conduct last night was entirely unbecoming of a calm and composed Kirigiri detective like herself.