"Are you…sure?"

"Yeah, totally! I don't know why it's a thing now, but it's totally a thing."

"Isn't that illegal though?"

"You've done illegal things before, what's the big deal?"

"I'm just-"

"I guarantee you if you do this, Makoto will definitely notice you and compliment you and all that mushy junk." Junko finally said, and by the look on her sister's face, she'd finally nailed it.

"R-really? You're sure?"

"Yes~" Junko lied. Well…he might do those things, but under a different pretense.

"But…that means he'll have to see me-"

"Naked, yes, but again, it's a new fashion thing, and totally legal now." Junko said. She could see her sister was debating it, and finally sighed.

"You're…absolutely sure?" Mukuro asked. "Because if you're lying-"

"Nothing you could end that sentence with would scare me, Mukuro." Junko said. "But I swear, sister promise." She gave Mukuro a wide smile, and Mukuro sighed.

"A-alright." She said, and started removing her blazer, but Junko stopped her.

"Ew no, not in front of me. Just because it's a fashion trend doesn't mean I want to see you strip." Junko said as she walked into the other room. Mukuro sighed again, and continued stripping. Deep down, she knew Junko was lying, she wasn't stupid, but…

Maybe this would actually get Makoto to finally notice her…

"What…the fuck?!"

"Sh-she's…?!"

"Is she an exhibitonist?!"

"Isn't this illegal?!"

"Holy fuck…she's hot…"

Many many people whispered as Mukuro walked up to the front gates of the school, her body shaking, not just from the unfamiliar chill, but from how nervous and embarrassed she was. She couldn't really hear what anyone was saying, but she decided to assume they were talking about how brave she was.

She continued walking up to the gates, even as people started taking their phones out and snapping pictures. She gulped as she thought back to what Junko said:

"Even though it's legal now doesn't mean people still aren't gonna be fascinated by it and want to take pictures~!"

Mukuro took a deep breath and entered the school. As soon as she did, a dozen more students noticed her and reacted similarly. In surprise, one of them bumped into Mukuro, and his arm touched her boob. Both the boy and Mukuro jumped back, their faces red.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He said, eyeing her before rushing past. Mukuro took another, unsteady breath before she continued. As she walked, seeing more and more people talking and whispering, taking pictures, staring at her…body…she grew more and more apprehensive. Even so, she kept going. Her breast jiggled a little with every step she took, and as she started walking up the stairs, a group of students walked behind her. She knew from that angle they'd have a perfect view of her ass, and maybe even her pussy, given by the way they whispered and giggled and took more pictures.

"Stay focused." Mukuro told herself as she kept moving. Once she reached the top of the stairs the boys stayed, likely to take more pictures or videos of her ass as she walked, but she did her best to ignore them. She was almost to the classroom, she just needed to make it.

Then she was grabbed and pulled into a closet.

In the darkness, a hand covered her mouth as she felt something hard touch her butt and two hands grab her breasts.

"Can't believe she thinks she can just walk around like this without consequences." She heard someone say, the man holding her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her mouth with the other as his dick pushed against her butt through his pants.

"Who is this girl? I don't think I've seen her before. Either way, she must be a whore to go around like this~!" He said as one hand slid between her legs. Mukuro poked out her tongue and licked the boy's hand, causing him to pull it away and allowing her to speak.

"Let me go now and I won't make it as brutal." She warned, and the tone of her voice actually made the boys pause for a moment before they laughed.

"Sure, whatever, now stay quiet while I fu-"

The boy wasn't able to get anything else out as she slammed her head back into his nose, breaking it with an audible crack. The boy let go of her as he cried out, and she brought her knee between the legs of the boy in front of her. She couldn't see but she didn't need to. She knew exactly where they were, and with not an ounce of mercy, she whipped around and kneed the other boy in the ground, and as he buckled, she brought her fist into his face, striking him this time in the eye. She heard him crash against the wall as she turned back to the other guy, and grabbed his hand, one of the ones that had groped her, pulling it away from his groin and snapping it back, breaking it. He howled in pain, only for her to grab his arm and whip around, throwing him against the other boy as she moved her leg out and kicked, breaking open the door, knocking it off his hinges, and throwing the boys out onto the floor. Nearby student recoiled in shock before they saw who emerged. Some were still shocked to see Mukuro was naked, but no longer surprised that it was her to blame for the two whimpering, crying students.

"I warned you." She said before she walked off, resuming her trek to the classroom. She couldn't stop the blush that returned to her face as she felt more eyes on her, but she simply kept walking to the door, and once she reached it, she had to pause, her hand on it. She took a deep breath as she opened the door.

Immediately there were several gasps, and a flurry of voices.

"Wh-what the-?!"

"Did I just…wake up in an eroge?!"

"That's…quite…undignified."

"M-Mukuro?! What are you…?!"

But it was one reaction that she was really fishing for. Her face burned red hot, her body shuddering, every part of her screaming to cover herself as she felt his eyes on him. Makoto stared at her for a long while, his mouth open in shock, his eyes subconsciously roaming her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but he rocketed from his seat, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out into the hallway. As he did, he bumped into her, his arm touching her chest, making her shudder as her legs trembled.

He yanked her into the hall and into the closet the two boys had thrown her into, but this time, she felt completely safe, especially as he reached up and pulled a cord, turning on a light. They were right in front of each other, less than a foot apart as she could see he was almost as red as she was.

"WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He demanded.

"H-hey…M-Makoto…" Mukuro said uncharacteristically shyly.

"Mukuro! Seriously, why are you…you…" He couldn't even seem to say the word. His eyes landed on her chest for a second or two before he looked away, shielding his eyes respectively, which made Mukuro feel both good and bad. "Is this Junko's fault?" He asked. It reminded Mukuro how sometimes he had really good intuition.

"I-I…um…"

"Mukuro, you can't just…walk around like this! What if people got the wrong idea?" He asked.

"Y-you mean like you pulling me into the closet while I'm naked?" She asked, and the boy seemed to nearly melt.

"I…didn't think of that." He admitted. "I just…saw you like that and I just…wanted to get you away from prying eyes, I guess."

"I'm fine, thank you." She said. "Thank you for…being worried about me."

"Well, of course." He said. "But, seriously…did Junko put you up to this, I swear-"

"I-it doesn't matter." Mukuro said. "I…um…"

"Mukuro. What did we talk about?" Makoto said as he grabbed her arms. That caused her to jump and he quickly let go, his face even more red once again. "A-Ah! Sorry, I, ummm…okay!" He slapped his cheeks, and made sure to keep his eyes on her face, even though they wanted to look lower, to the point that even seeing the top of her chest out of the corner of his eye was turning him on. "Use your words, alright? Take a deep breath if you need to." Mukuro paused and did as he said, she took a deep breath, once again briefly pulling his gaze to her chest as her breasts moved with her, before she met his eyes.

"I…Junko tried to trick me by telling me nudity was a 'new trend', but I'm not stupid. I didn't believe her, but…I thought maybe…" she bit her lip, "maybe it would…get you…to notice me." The silence that followed was strong, and even though it only lasted a few seconds, it felt much longer.

"Mukuro." Makoto said. "If that's what you wanted, you should've just said so." He said, giving her a small smile.

"I-I…never could." She admitted.

"The Ultimate Soldier didn't have the guts to talk to just a normal guy?" He joked, but when he saw her lower her head, he slowly grabbed her shoulders again, and she met his eyes once more. "Mukuro, I think you're great. Amazing…well…when you don't have Junko around, anyway." Mukuro giggled. "I love spending time with you, and I wish we did more often."

"You…mean it?" She asked.

"Yes. If you wanted my attention, you really should've just asked, because…" His cheeks tinted pink again, but this time it was for a different reason, "…I kind of feel the same." Mukuro felt her own face burn even hotter than she thought possible, and then she burst out laughing, to which Makoto soon joined. They laughed for a bit before Mukuro cleared her throat.

"If you…want to look…you can." She said quietly, and Makoto's laughter stopped, replaced with shock.

"Are you…okay with that?" He asked, and she nodded, taking a step back, holding her arms behind her back, and smiling at him. Feeling reassured, Makoto finally let himself look.

Her breasts…were perfect. Perfectly sized and shaped, her small nipples topping her mounds in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes moved down over her toned stomach to her pussy. She was shaved, though it looked like it was just done, so she might've done it specifically for him. Either way, he got a shiver seeing it, and he felt a little disappointed he couldn't get a better look. His eyes moved down over her slender, beautiful legs, and ended at her feet, before he moved back up and looked at her chest again, moving up and down with her breathing.

As Mukuro felt his eyes wander over her, she had to fight the urge to cover herself. She couldn't believe she was standing completely naked while Makoto looked at her. It was a crazy feeling, but one that made her feel both embarrassed…and really good. She noticed how he stared at her chest in particular, and before she could stop herself-

"Do you want to…do…more?" She asked. Makoto met her eyes.

"M-more? Like…g-groping?" He asked.

"Well…yes, but…um…" she swallowed hard. "W-we could…you know…"

"H-here?! Now?! Class starts in like 20 minutes!" He said.

"Th-that's plenty of time, don't you think?" She asked. Makoto stared at her in shock for a few moments, then gulped.

"I-I mean…" He rubbed his neck, his face more red than she'd ever seen. "Do you…want to?"

"Yes…I do." She said, grabbing his hands. He met her eyes again and sighed, then smiled, then smirked.

"I'll do my best, then~" he said.

17 minutes later, the two came out, both red-faced and panting, Makoto's clothes a bit scuffed. Thankfully there wasn't many people in the hall, so they had a bit of time to fix themselves up once they were able to get a good look at each other.

"You sure you can last the rest of the day like that?" He asked.

"I'm sure I'll be fine…but you can look all you want~" she said as she turned away from him, stuck her hips out, and shook her butt for him a little before walking over to the classroom door. Makoto instantly got turned on again, and sighed as he followed her into the classroom.

He sure wasn't going to be paying attention today.