Mitsuru Kirijo, Student Council President and heir to one of the most profitable conglomerates in Japan, had trouble understanding the request at first and she had to ask her field-leader, her beloved and precious Makoto to repeat.

"I'm sorry but you need what?" Mitsuru arched an eyebrow and peered at her blue-haired boyfriend curiously.

"I need some money." Makoto grumbled, not thrilled about having to voice his request twice. He was also cautious that no one else had heard that as they stood right outside the library, already the recipients of every idle stare in the hallway.

"Money?" Mitsuru studied him for a few moments and wondered. Makoto was a special exception in her life and she adored him immensely, treating him like a prince who would eventually become king alongside her rise to queendom. Whatever he asked, she would do dutifully but never ever had Makoto ever asked her for money, until now.

"Please don't make me say it thrice." Makoto sniffed, shying away from her curious gaze. He nervously scratched the back of his head and thought of running away in shame but money was something he badly needed at the moment and Mitsuru was the only one who could support him.

Mitsuru seemed lost in thought to Makoto but in actuality, she was lost in fantasy land as his request sparked her interest in one dynamic she always found fascinating. The sudden emergence of a sly smile made Makoto backtrack a step and Mitsuru clapped her hands with a devious chuckle.

"Very well." Mitsuru decided and stepped closer to her beloved, fixing his messy tie and whispering her decision in his ear. "Come to my room at night and we might work something out."

Work something out? Makoto tensed up and glanced at his shoes, suddenly feeling disgusted with himself. Was Mitsuru dealing with some financial issues of her own? Perhaps the company was not doing too hot this month?

"I can take a bank loan if you have issues, no problem." Makoto suggested but he was silenced by a glare from his significant other. Now she looked annoyed and the nearby students shivered as a cold chill descended upon the corridor.

"Shut your mouth." Mitsuru spat and Makoto hunched over, his shoulders slumping in added embarrassment.

"Yes mam…"

After making sure the other two females and Aigis had turned in for the night, Makoto quietly made his way to the third floor still ashamed of having to ask Mitsuru for cash but a few important obligations were hanging around his neck and the deadline was fast approaching.

The blue haired leader of the special group approached the door to her room and sighed. Given the mischievous smile on her face Makoto had no idea what to expect but after assuring himself that Mitsuru would not execute him as soon as he stepped inside her room, Makoto turned the knob and cautiously poked his head out the door to observe the inside.

"H-Hiii…"

Mitsuru, clad in her usual attire of white blouse and black skirt but missing the school ribbon, sat comfortably on her queen sized bed and she immediately perked up at the mop of blue head peeking at her from the doorway. She beckoned him over with a finger and Makoto shuffled inside, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Lock the door." Mitsuru ordered, straightening her skirt and Makoto studied her for a moment. The coy smile on her pretty face was slightly terrifying but Makoto did as she ordered and locked the door with a sigh. The lock clicking in widened the smile on the female's face and she called Makoto over to her bed.

One look around her spacious dorm room and Maktoo felt puny and broke. She could pawn the television for a million dollar loan or sell the furniture for double that amount. Or maybe he could sell pictures of her manicured feet to that obsessed fangirl of hers who wanted him dead.

Makoto stopped next to Mitsuru and the Kirijo heiress eyed him with a great deal of excitement and promise. She already considered Makoto the golden apple of her eye but looking at him now, shying away from her gaze, blushing, mumbling apologies in embarrassment for having asked for money made him so much more endearing and adorable. Mitsuru wanted to grab him and lavish him with kisses and pleasure but she kept her composure for the sake of her new game.

"So…" Mitsuru started, easing backwards and resting on the palms of her hands, flaunting her voluptuous figure while Makoto fidgeted next to her, biting his nails as he began to melt under the embarrassment. "How much money do you need?"

"I need about…" Makoto began to count on his fingers. One. Three. Four. Six. Possibly seven but six definitely. He added the numbers up and squeaked out. "About three hundred thousand yen."

Mitsuru almost scoffed at the figure. Measly 300 grand? Her perfumes were worth more but considering the cash she had on hand, that was a good figure to start with. The female held a finger to her chin for a second, feigning that she was in thought when she had already planned everything. Then, she spoke.

"Installments." Mitsuru laid down the method of payment , the mischievous smile growing as Makoto gave her a suspicious look. "I will give you the money in installments, is that acceptable?"

"I…" Makoto opened his mouth to question whether she had actual financial issues of her own but Mitsuru clapped her hand and cut him off.

"Wonderful! Now…" She gestured to him to come closer with her finger and Makoto followed her order but he was not as close as she wanted. Mitsuru snatched him by the collar and yanked him close, making the boy yelp and he nearly crashed into her. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and Makoto gulped. That glint on her and the smirk she wore looked devious.

"I have hidden the first installment somewhere in my room." Mitsuru finished announcing the terms and conditions and Makoto frowned. Suddenly, the bank loan made more sense but the way Mitsuru was staring at him she was challenging him and Makoto decided to meet the challenge head on.

"Somewhere in this room huh?" Makoto said, and after getting a nod as confirmation, the blue haired boy got to work. The starting point was obviously the drawers and Makoto, without shame or concern, checked the four bedside drawers and he saw nothing but paperwork and books in there. Makoto then sauntered over to her dresser and began to inspect each compartment and while he did find the lacy bras cute and daydreamed about Mitsuru, his patience began to waver.

"Somewhere on me." Mitsuru helpfully supplied when Makoto was rummaging through the undergarments section, holding a handful of her panties. "But you have my permission to keep inspecting my dresser." Giggled Mitsuru, the devious smirk making complete sense to Makoto now.

Makoto sighed and realized where this was headed. He should have gotten the idea when Mitsuru mentioned installments and simply did not produce the money out of her bra or something. The provocative way she sat on the bed leaning back and hand on her hip was another indication of her motives.

With the new information from Mitsuru, Makoto almost stomped his way back towards her and gave an annoyed sigh. "Just tell me you want to get dicked, Mitsuru." Groaned Makoto, his forehead already pulsing from the shame and the riddle only served to worsen.

"No, I mean yes of course but no actually." Mitsuru cleared her throat and crossed her arms, enjoying this far more than she should. "Please keep up."

"I can finish you in five minutes." Makoto said matter-of-factly and snickered as he held up two fingers as a reminder. "Don't even need my dick for that."

"Makoto!" Mitsuru snapped and the male shrunk a couple of inches. She held up one finger and silenced him from speaking further. "None of that. Now, get to work and earn it."

Makoto mumbled protests under his breath but decided to hell, just go with what she had planned. The wide grin on Mitsuru's face when he reached out to touch her did not go unnoticed by the boy, giving him added motivation to go along with her ploy. She wore her usual clothes nothing too fancy and Makoto knew how to start but before he could explore her body for cash, God that sounded wrong in his head, he looked at Mitsuru.

"May I?" Makoto asked for permission and Mitsuru could not help but give a warm smile at his thoughtfulness. She nodded her consent and Makoto took a deep breath before conducting a cursory check. He placed his hands on her knees first and moved them up her legs, hips, waist and finished at her shoulders with a grunt as he found nothing.

Mitsuru was enjoying the 'inspection' and could barely contain her giggles. After the first check, Makoto began to poke and prod at her body gently despite the look of impatience on his face. She had no problem accommodating him and when Makoto asked to inspect her cuffs, she presented her right arm but still nothing. After checking her other arm, Makoto narrowed his eyes at Mitsuru.

"Please don't tell me you stuffed the cash in your boots." Makoto looked horrified at the very prospect. Unlike the majority of the male population in the school he did not have any fantasies regarding Mitsuru's footwear and he definitely was not keen about her stepping on him, as her deranged fan girl or Junpei did.

"Of course not." Mitsuru held back a chuckle and Makoto resumed searching for the hidden treasure. Now it was time to get serious and now that he knew the cash was not inside her boots, Makoto gulped and began to reach for her skirt.

She shivered slightly when Makoto touched the curve of her hip and he crammed his right hand into her skirt pocket. Mitsuru coughed to maintain her composure but her ears were already dusted with pink as she felt his fingers wiggle along her thigh. The blue haired teen was disappointed when he found nothing and after making sure the door was indeed locked, he yanked the hem of her skirt and took a momentary peek of her unmentionables.

Nothing hidden inside her skirt either. But Makoto seemed oddly happy and he paused his mission to express joy.

"I appreciate the blue panties." Exclaimed the blue haired boy, blushing a faint red under the head of dark blue.

"I am sure you do." Mitsuru said proudly, having picked the color for this occasion as she knew Makoto was definitely going to take a look. "Now. Get. To. Work." Whispered Mitsuru, voice airy and padded with desire.

Makoto, having found nothing hidden in her skirt, rose to his feet and glanced at her more-than-modest bosom. His hands trembled but her bra was obviously the only other place she could have hidden the cash and so Makoto cleared his dry throat and extended his shaky hands towards her chest.

Mitsuru slapped his hand away at the last second and the boy whined. "What was that for?"

"You are close." Mitsuru admitted but she had another ploy up her sleeves to keep the game interesting. "Use your mouth, and only your mouth."

To retrieve the cash Makoto had to open her blouse using his teeth. That sounded simple in theory but for all he knew, her blouse buttons were probably made up of diamonds and his teeth were going to end up broken. He gave a dry look to his senpai and grumbled but Mitsuru had no intention of reconsidering.

"I hate you, senpai." Despite the protest, Makoto began to move his head and Mitsuru steeled herself, heart pulsing with desire as Makoto caught the first button of her blouse between his teeth and thankfully he was not biting down on a miniature diamond.

Unfortunately without the use of his hands, he was having a difficult time removing the button from its cavity. The light laughter from Mitsuru did not help matters either and after a few more tries, Makoto began to bite the buttons off, something Mitsuru did not mind as she was on the edge of patience herself, desperate to feel his mouth on her bare skin.

Makoto spat out the buttons to the side and took the collar in his teeth, parting the blouse to gulping at the sight of her breasts, barely contained in the blue bra she had picked for the occasion. The wad of yen notes was stashed in the right cup but Makoto was having trouble concentrating on money, especially with Mitsuru caressing the top of his head, motivating him to do something more.

"Only your mouth." The redheaded senpai reminded Makoto with a different edge in her voice, her open blouse hanging off her shoulders and her chest heaving directly in front of his gaze. Makoto swore under his feeble breath and tried to maintain his focus on retrieving the cash and then getting the hell out of the room to regroup.

Mitsuru muttered something when she felt his hot breath on her left breast and just a little contact of his teeth when he successfully recovered his reward but as Makoto pulled back from her chest, the treasure between his teeth, his eyes did not wander off her chest and Mitsuru halted him from retreating any further when she grasped a lock of blue hair.

"I feel generous today." Mitsuru said hotly, her breathing deep and uneven. "Please me and I might give you a bonus."

Makoto dropped the notes in her lap in a second and went right back, pressing a kiss along her breastbone which made the heiress arch her back when she finally felt his lips where she wanted. He marked the swell of her left breast with a few short kisses and nibbled the edge, his unsteady hand reaching for the strap on her shoulder to reveal more of her.

Mitsuru acted before he did and freed her shoulder from the strap and tugged her left cup down to fully expose herself. After one last nibble on the curve, Makoto gave her hardened nipple a slow lick and Mitsuru scowled at the tease, curling her arm around his neck as a precaution.

"Ow." Makoto mumbled against her breath when Mitsuru yanked a fistful of blue in a fit of pleasure but he carried on tormenting her left breast with his tongue and teeth, sucking on her steadily. He eyed her flushed face and unfocused eyes and promptly went back to servicing her, proud of himself for having left the previously arrogant girl murmuring and pleading for more.

Mitsuru barely noticed that she had yet to remove the opposite strap and after some effort, she slid it off her shoulder and pushed her bra down to her waist, now completely topless. This was a silent command from his superior and Makoto obediently directed his attention towards her other breast, hovering his open mouth over it until Mitsuru lost her patience.

He pushed her back slightly and Mitsuru propped her weight on one hand and leaned, moaning his name as Makoto's mouth remained glued to her chest, infatuated with her body and money no longer his concern. By now he had licked every inch of her and left more than a few marks and hickies. She watched while barely in her senses, every bite and lick making her stroke and caress the back of his head.

"Makoto…" Moaned Mitsuru, making him look towards her and the sight of his beloved senpai silently begging him for the finishing touch made Makoto gulp. After one last kiss on her breast, the blue haired boy slowly rose to her level, guided by her hand on his cheek. He was panting a little too not as much as Mitsuru and upon leveling his face with hers, Makoto read her expression in an instant, longing and desperate and kissed her like she wanted him to.

Already breathless from getting her breasts assaulted, Mitsuru could barely match Makoto as he explored her mouth and without permission he began to use his hands, massaging to alleviate the hint of soreness she felt and stealing her breath with a heated yet sweet kiss that finally convinced Mitsuru to give him the bonus.

The kiss ended with both struggling to breathe but Mitsuru managed a fond smile and kissed her junior on his forehead, proud of him for his performance.

"You did good, Makoto." Smiled the heiress in complete satisfaction as Makoto trailed a single digit over her cleavage, mesmerized with her body still but suddenly Makoto remembered the reason why he was here.

"Gaaah!" Makoto hopped off the bed and cringed when he saw the ultimate fate of the money he had worked so hard for crumbled and ruined as he had sat on them somewhere during the rather intoxicating make out with his senpai.

"Oh?" Mitsuru did not look too concerned as her boyfriend cradled the tattered yen notes in his shaking hands with a whimper. She found the puppy stare from Makoto cute and enjoyed it for a couple of seconds before getting up from her bed and walking over to her closet.

Makoto followed her and he was handed a fresh stack of yen notes by Mitsuru, restoring his faith in humanity.

"Thank you, senpai!" Makoto cheered with a smile. Such a meager amount of cash was no problem for Mitsuru but as Makoto began to actually count the cash, his look of hope turned to disappointment real quick.

"T-This is only twenty thousand yen!" Cried Makoto as he wiggled the money in front of Mitsuru as a means of protest. Still topless but now much more in her senses, Mitsuru stopped him from complaining by grabbing him by the chin and pulling his head close.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mitsuru gave him the same smile, lustful and slightly haughty. Makoto was about to question her but she silenced him with a quick kiss and she pulled back with the smile even wider than before.

"I'm not done with you yet, my sugar baby."

Author notes: I received a fair amount of requests for Mitsuru but I never really shipped these two until I played Reload. Maybe the full sized models made me appreciate the aesthetic of this couple of maybe because the social link was completely voiced and the new voice absolutely killed it but I now find myself shipping Makoto and Mitsuru.

I also think I will never be able to write a dominant Makoto ever again. Seriously his meek and shy side is too adorable and the added prettiness in Reload made me realize that he is the ultimate moe in the series.