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All it takes is one small argument.

Celestia, while eating lunch with everyone in the cafeteria, makes a biting, undeniably rude comment to Aoi.

Aoi, declaring herself ‘having enough of Celeste’s meanness,” counterattacks and gets into it with the other girl.

Chihiro, who happens to be nearby, tries to settle the ensuing argument between the two women.

Mukuro, walking by, inquires into the matter also, and finds herself in Chihiro’s same position of being trapped in this. 

Eventually, Aoi slams her hands on the table and proposes they play a game, to help put Celestia in her place. And the proposed game is a Japanese party game classic…the King’s Game. Sticks are marked, sticks are drawn. Whoever is the king gets to give a command to a number they pick and whoever has it must follow. 

Except now it’s not to be played as a party game, accepting with open arms players soothed by the bosoms of drunkenness.  But as a game of revenge, one Celeste is more than happy to engage with. 

And to Celeste’s request (though it’s more like a command), Chihiro, Mukuro, and Tsumugi (who is sitting close by, just trying to enjoy her lunch) are roped in as the additional contestants. 

“A King’s Game, huh?” Tsumugi gets over her forced involvement. “I can see that being fun. A King’s Game is excellent for getting all the main characters together and bonding over ridiculous or lewd acts!”

“Could you,” Celeste sighs, “perhaps stop mentioning your little cartoons for just a few minutes, Shirogane?”

“It’s called anime…” the girl grumbles.

“The more important question, Aoi,” Celeste taps a finger on the table, “is when and where? If you thought that far, of course.”

“O-oh, um…” Asahina looks off to the side abashed, confirming Celeste’s statement. “Well, maybe we could, um…”

“We could use my Research Lab!” Tsumugi jumps in. “I know it looks plain, but it’s spacious and I got some new sets and props we could use to help set the mood. Maybe I could even bring a few snacks and-”

“Apologies, Shirogane,” Ludenberg raises a finger of interruption. “As much as we appreciate the offer, your lab seems like such…an inelegant place for this matter, doesn’t it?”

“Well…I don’t think you’d want us to use your lab, right?”

Celeste’s silence signifies agreement.

“And I don’t think your labs would be very comfortable for this type of game,” the cosplayer gestures to the other three participants.

And their silence serves as agreement as well. Chihiro’s is with too many computers and technology but very little chairs, Aoi’s is with too much water, and Mukuro’s doesn’t exactly offer the most comforting environment for such a light-hearted game.

“And besides, my lab offers us some privacy compared to using a public area.” Tsumugi finally shrugs, hoping her argument is convincing enough.

“I suppose Tsumugi is right,” Celeste concedes.

“Oh! We’re finally on first-name basis?”

“Then if we’re good on location,” Asahina jumps up as if sparked with new vigor, “then let’s do it tonight! 8:00! We don’t have any classes tomorrow, so it should be fine, right?”

“Oh,” a troubled Tsumugi taps a finger against her chin, “I do have to take a train Saitama later, but I’ll be back before tonight. In case I’m late, I’ll leave my lab unlocked so you don’t have to wait for someone like me.”

Aoi nods in understanding and looks around at the other participants, who seem to not have any objections themselves. Eventually, there’s a resolute nod from each. Now it’s set in stone.

“If that is all,” Celestia rises from her seat, “then I shall see you all at 8:00. Now, I have some matters of my own to tend to.”

With a nod, the gambler turns to walk away…but just stops and turns back around.

“Oh, and Aoi… Don’t think your strategy of picking a game of pure chance will help you in any way. Even in chance lies strategy.”

With a little condescending giggle, the woman walks away. 

Soon, Mukuro and Tsumugi excuse themselves, leaving a steaming Asahina and a Fujisaki trying to calm her down.

“Sorry, Chihiro, it’s just…why does she have to be so…ugh!”

“I-I know, but I don’t want all of us to fight. I’m…sorry I couldn’t settle this before it got out of hand.”

“Aw, cheer up, Chihiro!” Aoi flashes a reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault that Celeste acts like that. Besides, even if we are kinda competing, we can still have fun tonight, right?”

“I suppose…” Chihiro sighs, though not exactly feeling assured by Aoi’s well-meaning comments. 

Though, it’s not the first time the young programmer feels as if there is more he could do. Wishes that he had the power to do. He wishes for the day he finds the confidence to break from this timid side of his. 

But no use thinking about that further now. “Let’s just try to have fun tonight!” he thinks. 

Even with Celeste and Aoi’s antics, all should be well. After all, it’ll just a harmless session of a King’s Game.

True to Tsumugi’s word, the doors to her lab are left unlocked.

Fashionably early is Celestia and Mukuro, who both politely greet each other and wait for the others. Mukuro figures out the layout of the lab while Celeste investigates the bar set, seeing what she could make for herself.

Fashionably on time is Chihiro, who offers his own polite greeting before he sits down, not wanting to touch and break anything.

Fashionably a few minutes late is Aoi, who puts down a couple of items on a nearby table.

And fashionably absent is Tsumugi, the group sharing the knowledge of her unknown whereabouts.

As the four wait, everyone watches Aoi mess with a few of controls around Shirogane’s lab. Particularly, the ones near the giant stage in the back of the room, directly controlling what type of set it can take on. The whir of machinery fills the room as Aoi flips between sets, each sliding in and out of the shutter on stage left. Asahina peruses one for a moment before deciding against it, sending the scenery back into…wherever it’s coming from.

“You know how to operate this?” Mukuro approaches.

“Tsumugi actually invited me in here a couple months ago. For some kinda swimsuit cosplay she did. So, I kinda know how to work all this stuff.”

Finally, a particular set emerges that particularly catches all of their attention. A recreation of the Recreation Room they all know and love, those tacky blue walls readily identifiable. The only major difference from the real-life equivalent is that the chairs are replaced with red couches. 

Wordlessly, everyone agrees on this choice. Formal enough for Celeste, casual enough for Aoi, familiar enough for Chihiro, and neutral enough for a neutral Mukuro. 

“Are you sure Tsumugi will be okay with us using all of this?” Chihiro cautiously walks onto the set, looking unsure if he should sit down.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Aoi waves the concern off and hops onto one of the couches with a satisfying plop. It withstands the force as she sinks and sighs into it.

“Besides,” Celeste adds her piece, sitting on another couch as she sets her non-alcoholic cocktail on the table, “she was the one who invited us in here. It’s only natural if she expected we’d use some of her facilities, no?”

Fujisaki is unconvinced for a moment, yet eventually sits down anyways, on the remaining empty couch.

“Speaking of Shirogane,” Mukuro takes her seat, situated next to Aoi, “she seems to be very late. Did something happen?”

“Oh, right!” Aoi sits up, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “My phone went off earlier, and…huh.”

“Hm?” Chihiro looks at her with concern. “What happened?”

“‘Sorry, I accidentally missed my train. I’m gonna have to catch another one, so I’ll be even more late. I hate that you have to wait for such a plain someone like me.’”

“Wait!” Ludenberg scoffs. “I don’t find it fair that she makes a mistake, and we have to pay for it. I think it’s best we start with this immediately.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna wait around too long. What about you, Mukuro?”

“I also think it best that we start.”

“Chihiro?”

“M-me? U-um…well...” No use rocking the boat, especially when the vote won’t be in his favor. “I’m also fine with that.”

“Great,” Asahina hops off the couch, “let me get the box!”

A few minutes later, a small tissue box with a notepad and some pens are placed on the table.

“So, I know people usually do this by drawing chopsticks, but we’re gonna play it a bit differently today.”

“A bit differently?” Celeste raises a brow. “Do you intend to change the rules in getting the results in your favor, Aoi?”

The swimmer cuts a dirty look, but ultimately decides not to engage with that. She holds up the notepad.

“We’re each going to write a number starting from 1 or a K for ‘King’ on these papers! Then, we’ll fold them up, shake them around in the box, and then we’ll draw from it. Simple, right?”

“Will we declare the numbers that we’ll be writing?” Ikusaba raises a hand. 

“No, of course not! Someone may use that to their advantage.”

“But wouldn’t there be a risk of two of the same number?”

Asahina takes in a breath as if to immediately counterargue, but her face drops. The good question stumps her for a moment as she ponders how to prevent that. 

“Then I guess,” she folds her arms in defeat, “we’ll have to compromise and have you make sure there’s no doubles.”

Mukuro shakes her head in surprise…though, her expression remains mostly the same. “Why do you choose me?”

“Well, obviously, me and Celeste have something going on between us. But between you and Chihiro, you two are the most neutral, so you don’t really have a reason to do anything.”

Mukuro rubs at her chin, now her turn to ponder. After a while, she nods. “Very well. I agree.”

And with that, the papers and pens are passed out. Chihiro keeps his eyes on his for a moment, wondering what he should possibly write. And a quick look around confirms everyone’s thinking the same. 

“Should I write a number…or should I write the K?” He chuckles a bit at the thought of going for a number, so he could go for the obvious ‘1.’ He’s a programmer, after all, and a little coding humor hurts no one.

But no, that’s too typical. Too safe. A part of him wants to be a bit more out there when writing this…insignificant as he realizes this to be. So, is it another number or is it the all-powerful K? 

“I wouldn’t want to write a K when someone else has already written it.” 

Then he will have to apologize, and then a non-duplicate number has to be written, and that’ll take up some time, and oh dear why did Asahina have to go for this idea in the first place?

“No, I need to think about this. Let’s see…the chances of getting a double number are 25%. If I assume…”

Wait, shoot, everyone’s starting to write down something. Chihiro, not wanting to be the dead last, quickly decides and finally writes something. A neat, evenly centered K. Fujisaki folds his paper over once just as neatly, vaguely recalling times in the past people have noted his careful way of folding things. 

“Alright, Mukuro…” Aoi says as Mukuro finishes gathering everyone’s papers. “We’re depending on you!”

The soldier unfolds the papers slightly to take a look at their contents, but being careful not to reveal them to anyone else. Her eyes dot back and forth between them, as if double checking every double check she does. But after a while…

“No doubles.”

“No doubles?” Celeste raises a brow. “Those are wonderful chances, I have to say.”

And one-by-one, they go into the box. In a strange way, at that. Rather than the solider just shoving them all in there, she picks up one and puts it in, followed by another one. In no predictable order, either. But, nevertheless, they’re soon all in.

“Well, with that!” Aoi balls her fists in excitement. “Let the game begin!”

The swimmer is the first to reach into a box, quickly pulling out a paper. The next hand is Celeste’s, who more delicately removes hers. Mukuro and Chihiro are the last two to pull one out, and all the participants come to a stare-off. Despite Aoi’s earlier declaration, to feel the paper between their fingers really confirms this game is about to kick off. And there’s a notable…unease at where this can possibly go.

The sounds of papers opening follows. 

“Ah,” Mukuro’s eyes widen a bit. “It would seem that I am the King.”

“Man…lucky,” Aoi exaggeratingly pouts, but quickly perks back up. “Alright, King…Actually, shouldn’t we be saying Queen? After all, there’re no guys here.”

“U-um, right!” Chihiro chuckles, “There’re no guys here, at all…”

“King…Queen,” Celeste yawns. “It makes no difference to me.”

“Alright, then, Queen! What’s your first order?”

Mukuro looks down at her paper, that neat letter K joining everyone in their expectant stares. The Ultimate Soldier looks around the room, greatly considering her decision. Her face visibly conflicted with what to do…that’s not too extreme. 

Finally, clearing her throat, the first command is given.

“Number…2. Clap your hands.”

Aoi pouts again, but this time her disappointment is not that exaggerated. Unceremoniously, two meek claps echo in the room. 

Ikusaba tries to dispel the silence as the papers go back in. “I’m sorry, I thought it’d be best to start the game with a very normal command.”

“I guess?” Asahina gives an awkward smile as she shakes up the box.

“But the command was too normal, no?” Ludenberg takes a sip of her drink. “Tsumugi was correct earlier when she said the appeal of this game can be its opportunities for depravity.”

Celeste ignores all the weird and anxious looks that got her, delicately sipping at her drink. 

With a collective decision to ignore that, hands vanish inside the box once more. And moments later, papers are opened.

“Ah…I’m the Queen again,” Mukuro scratches at her cheek.

“Again? Maybe that’s because you hang around Makoto.”

“That does remind me,” Chihiro speaks up, “I have been seeing you around Makoto a lot recently…”

Chihiro can swear he sees a light blush on Mukuro’s face as she quickly gives a command. “Number 1…do fifty jumping jacks.”

“Oh…me again, huh?” Aoi chuckles. “But fifty jumping jacks are easy!”

Aoi bolts off the couch and into the middle of the lab, quickly getting a dent into her task. 

“Ah, what a shame,” Celeste leans her head against a hand. “I would’ve been interested in seeing someone like Chihiro here doing something like that.”

Now Fujisaki’s the one blushing. Though, in all honesty, he’s mostly dreading the premise of such thought. With his secret, something like jumping jacks is a less than ideal action. “I’m lucky Mukuro didn’t end up picking me…”

“Yes, indeed, you are lucky.”

“H-huh? Celeste…did you just-”

“Read your thoughts? It’s easy to when they’re written all over your face.” Ludenberg leans in closer, getting a good gander at the increasingly anxious boy. “I’m familiar with the look of someone suddenly accepted by Lady Luck.”

The little staring contest continues for some time, though the programmer expects that Celeste is looking at him for another reason by this point. For a moment, Chihiro wonders if she knows. But how in the world? That’s not something he’s revealed to anyone in the studentry, and there’s been nothing in his recent behavior to give it away. Perhaps, he reasons, this is how intimidating she is during any game she’s in. 

But eventually, she sits back upright as Aoi returns, slightly sweaty from her workout. Another round. 

“Yes!” Asahina exclaims as they open up their papers. “I’m the King, now!”

“I thought we were going with…”

“Celeste!” A triumphant finger is pointed in Celeste’s direction. A finger that realizes it’s a tad too early to call itself triumphant as Aoi realizes her mistake. “I mean, Number…3? Apologize!”

“H-huh!” Chihiro jumps in his seat. “M-me? I’m sorry, did I do something to upset you?”

“Wait, no, Chihiro!”

Meanwhile, Celeste eats it all up, struggling to keep her laughter under wraps. A scowling Aoi puts her paper back in the box. Suppose that’s the end of that round.

Opened papers, and a victorious Mukuro. 

“Number 2, recite Article 51 of the Geneva Conventions.”

“Oh, um…” Chihiro clears his throat. “Grave breaches to which the preceding Article relates shall be those involving any of the following acts, if committed against-”

“Wait, Chihiro, you know that?”

Papers in, papers out. 

“Number 1!” A winning Aoi declares. “Tell us your real name!”

“Mukuro Ikusaba.”

“Dangit!”

Celestia sighs… “Why does everyone assume this is not my real name?”

Mukuro wins the next one again. 

“Number 3, do 5 laps around the room.”

“Man, that’s also too easy for me…”

The following rounds come to pass like this. The K to be won by either Aoi or Mukuro, with Aoi failing to get her revenge and Mukuro accidentally giving a task that’s much too easy. And by some dumb luck, every game, Celeste remains there in her seat. Yawning, sipping from her glass, with not a single command to move her. 

It doesn’t take long for morale and excitement over the game to falter, even from the usually bouncy Asahina. Eventually, the papers go back into the box again, but there’s a unanimous look on everyone’s face that this may be one of the last few rounds. Such a pattern can only be so fun, after all. 

Aoi is the first to pull out hers, followed by Celeste, Mukuro, and Chihiro. Their papers open back up, yet not even the face of the person who becomes King flashes with excitement.

“Um…let’s see,” Aoi taps at her chin, “Number 2…go to the bar and make the nastiest drink possible. And then drink it.”

“You…want me to do what ?”

“H-huh? C-Celeste, did you-”

The beginnings of a scowl on her face, Ludenberg reveals her paper. A clear drawing of the number 2. 

“How unfortunate. It would seem that my luck has ran out.”

Instantly, Aoi leaps off the couch, wildly pumping her fists in the air. The pro swimmer jumps around in excitement at finally having her revenge. And meanwhile, a Celeste getting angrier and angrier with every fist pump from her opponent. Chihiro wonders if he should say something, seeing how this is a ripe opportunity for this to get out of hand. Ah, but no reason to not let Aoi have this for a little bit. 

Suddenly, Asahina gets up close to Celeste. 

“What?” Celeste barks.

“Well?” Aoi gestures over to the bar. “The King’s orders are absolute.”

Celestia tries to ease a smirk on her face. To give a sign to herself and others that even in defeat she’s still in control. But it is just as difficult as her getting up from that seat, both extremely forced when she eventually does it. Slowly, the gambler meanders over to the bar. 

“Oh, I got to get this on video!”

And just like that, the smirk on Celeste’s face vanishes. Though, with her back to everyone, it goes unnoticed. As Aoi’s excitement makes her fumble with pulling out her phone, Celeste finally arrives to the bar and pulls out a glass.

A few moments pass with the young woman staring at the assortment of drinks, which proves impressive even despite them being non-alcoholic. Yet, no one can tell if Celeste’s long perusal is because she’s trying to delay this as much as possible or if she’s formulating a gameplan to follow through with this command. 

Eventually, she grabs at a bottle and pours a bit into the glass, followed by another one, and then another. It all happens in a bit of a blur, but they can all tell the gambler nearly uses the entire line-up of drinks on the shelf. The glass’ contents are a terrifying amalgamation of colors. Some browns, yellows, streaks of red dashed in-between, a blue layer there, a purple layer below that… 

And with a good swirl of the glass, it all becomes one to make a…dear Lord, what color even is that? At first glance, it looks so familiar, and yet trying to find the singular word to describe it is impossible. The best descriptor Chihiro can settle on is that it’s a bright, almost glowing brown. 

Now Aoi’s really eating it up, especially seeing that Celeste’s face is visibly dreading this. Admittedly, no one present has seen the woman in such a state. Always seeming to keep things like this under heavy wraps. And yet that billion-year long stare, that sweat bead starting to form, that light shaking in her legs. All revealing a side of her that everyone would say is a new one. 

She manages to find the guts somewhere, though, as her lips finally go to the glass. There’s a loud sip echoing through the room. 

And instantly, Celeste lurches forward, dropping the glass and throwing a hand to her mouth. Even just the tiniest of sips, and she looks like she’ll throw up a lunch she had weeks ago. 

Asahina completely loses it now, not even caring when she drops her phone, unable to capture the full extent of Celeste’s reaction. But, for the swimmer, it captured just enough. All that she wanted to see. Even Mukuro is joining in with some giggles, something Chihiro never expected from the usually reticent girl. And the programmer himself must admit Celeste’s reaction is a bit funny, Aoi’s hysteria further serving as a good prompt to chuckle. 

Though, with the way Celeste quickly pours herself a palette cleansing drink and marches back over to the group, Fujisaki can’t help but wonder if they’re going too far with this. Then again, Celeste can be overreacting to the simplest of things at times, so maybe it should be fine?

“Oh, man,” Aoi finally gets in a full breath, wiping away a tear, “that was sooo cathartic! I knew this game would be worth it!”

“Congratulations, Aoi,” Celeste nods as she sits back in her chair. “I suppose you have your revenge.”

It seems Chihiro is the only one to key in on Celeste’s visceral anger hiding beneath her voice. 

Aoi climbs back onto the couch, still getting the last few giggles out. “I was afraid this game was going to be boring, but now I want to go some more! Anyone else?”

“U-um, actually, Aoi…maybe we should-”

“Yes!” Celeste interrupts Chihiro. “Perhaps we should have a few more rounds. Even though I’ve suffered defeat, I wouldn’t wish to end the fun so early.”

Chihiro keeps his eye on Celeste, not failing to notice that dangerous look in her eye. So cold, calculating, and even a touch gleeful. He keeps his eyes on them all while she puts her paper back in the box. He only breaks away to join everyone else in putting their papers back in. Aoi shakes up the box. 

Celeste picks up her drink to take a sip as she reaches for the box first. But as she does…

“Oh!”

The glass stumbles out of her hands, the pink-ish contents spilling all over the table. Unfortunately, including the box. 

The liquid immediately eats away at the cardboard and papers inside, leaving them a matted mess. Everyone jumps up as if to try and save the box, but they know it’s hopeless. Mukuro’s the only one to rush to the bar for a towel, though, rushing back to clean up the growing mess. 

Eventually, the spill is taken care of, but a soaking box full of soaking papers still remain. 

“I guess we should draw up some new ones,” Aoi sighs. “What’d I do with that notepad earlier?”

“Actually, allow me to fetch some of my own paper and tissue box from my lab.”

“Huh? Your own paper?”

“View it as my apology for my…clumsiness. Besides, the papers from this notepad are harsh on my fingers.”

No one can get in a word of objection, however, as Celeste practically bolts out the lab. The remaining three look at each other, confused on what that’s all about. 

“Hey…you think she did that on purpose?”

“Spilling her drink, you mean?” Mukuro looks back at the door as she thinks. “It is possible.”

“Huh…maybe I did go a little too far with all that laughing. All I wanted was for her to do something silly.”

“Maybe…you could apologize to her when she gets back?” Chihiro offers a suggestion. “Just so she knows there’s no hard feelings?”

“You’re right. I’ll try to when I get the chance. Thanks, Chihiro!”

The boy feels his heart skip a beat at the bright smile Aoi gives him. His heart skips another beat – this time out of surprise – when he hears the doors slam open, Celeste walking in with a box and some paper in the crook of her arm. 

She sets it back on the table and everyone is enraptured by the new materials. The paper is the most elegant they’ve ever seen, more fitting to draft up the laws or constitution of a new republic, rather than be stained with common scribbles. And the tissue box is similarly refined, every touch to shame silk rather than it feeling like the cardboard they know it is. This…is cardboard, right?

Celeste pulls out her own pen – equally befitting the paper she brought – as she takes up a paper for herself. “Now, then, shall we try this again?”

Everyone else grabs up one of the earlier pens (still slightly sticky from Celeste’s spilt drink) and one of the new papers. This time, Chihiro doesn’t take long trying to reconsider what he’ll write, quickly deciding to just write a K like earlier. No one else takes long either, immediately writing something and folding them up. 

And like earlier, the papers are handed to Mukuro. The solider inspects them closely, though her eyes seem different in inspecting them this time. Almost like she’s trying to find something else, but Chihiro’s guess is good as anyone else’s. Nevertheless, she looks up and shakes her head.

“Wow, seriously? No doubles again? What’re the odds of that?”

It seems like everyone but Aoi is privy to how fantastical those odds are. One-by-one, the papers go back into the box, and in that strange order once more. 

This time, Celeste is the first one to reach in. Aoi, Mukuro, and Chihiro follow. Once they’re all out, the papers open.

“By the way…Celeste,” Aoi slowly speaks up, “I’m sor-”

“Ah!” Celeste grins. “Luck shines back on me.” She flashes her paper. “It would seem that I’m the Queen.”

“Oh, cool!” Aoi exclaims. “Then, your Majesty, what is your first-”

“Number 2 has to kiss Number 1.”

Aoi breaks out in a bit of a sweat. Instinctively, Aoi and Mukuro look at their papers, giving away who the command applies to. Although, Chihiro is unsure who’s to be the actor in this. But Aoi coming to give Mukuro a nervous smile communicates all.

“I…guess it can just be a kiss on the cheek, right? If you’re fine with that?”

“Y-yes, that would be fine,” Mukuro tries to maintain eye contact. 

Quickly, though still a bit affectionately, Asahina plants a peck on Ikusaba’s right cheek. Chihiro must confess it’s cute the way the two are blushing right now, all the papers going back into the box. 

Aoi reaches in first, followed by Celeste, Mukuro, and Chihiro. 

“Ah, quaint! I’m the Queen again…”

“Man, lucky!” Aoi pouts in some fake frustration. “So, what’s-”

“Number 2, sit on Number 3’s lap.”

Mukuro’s head pops up at the words “Number 2,” giving away her position. The two women look at each other, that deep blush in both of their cheeks assisting in their hesitation on doing this. But, nevertheless, Mukuro shakes it off as she slowly climbs atop Asahina’s lap, the swimmer’s blush only getting deeper.

“F-for how long do you want us to be like this?” Mukuro asks as she gets situated.

“Oh, yes!” Celeste exclaims, though everyone can detect her little ‘slip of the mind’ moment was intentional. And her thinking expression is just as disingenuous. “Until it doesn’t become logical to do it anymore.”

Everyone’s faces scrunch up, curious on what that could mean. But neither find the opportunity to question it, Celestia putting her paper back in the box. The other three follow. 

“Oh, my! I’m the Queen again…”

“Right…” Aoi squints her eyes, peering her head around Mukuro’s body to look at Celeste. “Well, Queen, what’re-”

“Number 1, if you’re uncomfortable in your seat, you can readjust yourself if you like.”

Despite everyone (sans Celeste) seeming uncomfortable the way they’re sitting right now, everyone knows instantly who Number 1 is. Mukuro tries to control her blush as she readjusts herself on Aoi’s lap, her skirt shifting up just slightly to reveal a bit of her butt. Aoi’s face is drowned in red now, trying her best to not look down in front of her. 

The papers go back in. 

“Ah, I’m the Queen, again!”

Everyone stares on in silence.

“Number 3…touch your toes for two minutes.”

Aoi breathes a sigh of relief. Both at the ease of the command and the fact it means she can stop being this intimate with Mukuro. “That doesn’t sound too bad…that’s just my daily routine!”

Ikusaba nods as she climbs off of Aoi, the latter girl jumping up and quickly bending down. And just as quickly, Chihiro realizes why this command initially sounded so easy compared to Celeste’s previous ones. The lewdness is not act-dependent, it’s actor-dependent. 

Aoi’s loose shirt quickly hangs open and reveals to anyone watching that the swimmer is not wearing a bra. The shirt hangs just enough not to reveal too much, however. Just enough to make the lack of clothing there aptly known. And a woman somehow so oblivious to this phenomenon.

Fujisaki tries not to cup his hands over the crotch of his skirt, knowing that would look suspicious. But with this sight threatening an erection, the urge is strong. He never really thought about Asahina in a ‘more-than-friends’ type of way, but he can’t deny he finds her attractive. Hell, a slew of online forums would back him up there…and say it in a much more depraved way, at that. 

When Aoi finishes and sits down, the papers go back into the box. And the rounds come to settle in this new pattern. Celeste successfully fishing out the K, feigning surprise, and giving some perverse command to a number that keeps happening to involve Aoi and or Mukuro. And every command, the two for a moment unsure if they should let it keep going this far, but still deciding to continue. 

It’s not long until the game gets very abandoning with its clothes. One command has Aoi take off her jacket. An innocent request.

Then, one round, Mukuro’s shirt is commanded to be unbuttoned. Less innocent, but Mukuro still obliges. 

Another round comes, and the shirt is commanded completely off. Mukuro’s a tad slower with this one.

And finally, the round everyone knew was coming happens.

“Number 2…Your shirt, please.”

“H-huh?” Asahina jumps in her seat. 

“Your shirt,” Celeste repeats, reaching for her nearly empty drink. “If you could remove it for us, please.”

Chihiro, since a couple rounds, has been doing his best to look at the ground. Desperately not taking a peek at his stripping friends. Hands clutching the middle of the skirt, even though he knows it looks suspicious. But upon hearing this command, he can’t help but look at Aoi in surprise. He immediately recognizes his mistake, seeing a shirtless Mukuro in his peripheral. 

Meanwhile, Aoi looks around, a bit doubtful of this idea. But she comes to sigh. “Well, if it’s just us girls around, then…”

Her hands clutch the hem of the shirt and shrug up. Chihiro tries to look away as fast as he can, but it’s useless. That second of a glimpse of Aoi’s breasts are seared into his brain. Somehow, that fleeting second got a picture worthy of a Pulitzer, the boy’s brain recalling their size, how smooth they seem, how erect her nipples are. “Wait…that implies that Aoi is…is…”

He tries his best to put his paper back in the box without looking forward. A moderately successful task. And with everyone else putting in theirs, another round begins. 

No one even asks who the King is this game, a collective understanding of the winner. Celestia looks up in pretend thinking, but her eyes truly scan across her three opponents. Searching for who this round can single out. 

“Number 2.”

Chihiro’s soul is ripped from him with those words. His thoughts don’t even bother with “Maybe I misheard” or “Maybe I read the wrong number on my paper.” He knows…he knows for sure he’s due for the limelight this round. 

“May you…stand up for us, strip the lower half of your clothes…and masturbate for us?”

Three pairs of eyes burrow into Celeste, the gambler snickering it off as she takes the final sip of her drink. 

“C-Celeste!” Aoi’s the first to object, “what’re you saying?”

“I believe I made myself very clear.”

“B-but that’s…that’s going too far!”

Celestia ignores Aoi, turning back to Chihiro. 

“Well? It’s only a simple request.”

Chihiro looks away in fear and shame.

“Ah, but oh dear…that would be complicated considering your secret, no?”

…and then looks right back at Celeste. Wait, so she does know? How in the absolute world? Surely, Chihiro’s thoughts are in a rush, he did everything he could to hide this? Where did he go wrong? Make a mistake?  

“H-huh?” Aoi looks at Chihiro. “Secret?”

“Perhaps Chihiro here can stand up and show us what I mean?”

Now there are three pairs of eyes on Chihiro, the young boy sighing. He always knew a day would reveal this secret. He always hoped it’d be of his planning and volition, but suppose that plan has been defenestrated. But even so, why does it have to be today?

No…perhaps this is a blessing under heavy disguise. Perhaps it’s best he finally releases some of the burden this secret bestows him. Slowly, the programmer stands up and, without being told to, lets his hands drop to the side. 

His growing erection lewdly pokes against his skirt. 

“C-Chihiro!” Aoi’s eyes widen. “Y-you’re a-”

“I-I’m sorry for lying to all of you about this,” Fujisaki steadies his breath, bowing his head as low as possible. “I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, honest!”

“Hm,” Celeste leans her head back, eyes going back and forth between the three other participants. Especially looking at Chihiro, most notably. “Though, it would seem the only surprised one here is Aoi. Isn’t that right, Mukuro?”

Ikusaba nods her head. “I have my own ways of knowing these things.”

“Wait!” Aoi jumps up. “You two knew this the whole time and refused to say something?”

“I thought it wasn’t necessary.”

“And ‘refused’ is a very strong word,” Celeste waves Aoi off. “I choose to call it tactical silence.”

“That’s the same thing!”

The pro swimmer eventually calms herself down, looking back at her programming friend. She makes sure to keep her eyes on his, rather than having them go to the erection loudly calling for everyone’s attention. 

“Chihiro…I’m not sure why you did this. And I…guess that’s something you’ll tell me about whenever you want. But I want you to know that…you’re still my friend! You’re all of our friends! And nothing’s ever gonna change that!”

For the first time today, Chihiro’s blush is not out of seeing something perverted. But this time, out of surprise. A certain warmness tickling at him. A certain relief, even. He supposes Aoi’s always been this sort of person, but hearing her attitude and lack of immediate questions…

“Aoi,” Chihiro bows his head with a smile, “I’m really glad to hear you say that.”

But breaking the moment is a grating, obnoxious yawn. All eyes are on Celeste as she looks on at the group with increasing boredom.

“I am glad we have been able to get intricate secrets off our chest. But I’m afraid that wasn’t my command, exactly. Right, Chihiro?”

And the glares are back on Fujisaki, the boy reminding himself how he got into this scenario in the first place. He quickly glances at the faces of his classmates. Especially Aoi’s, the girl carrying a supportive look.

“You don’t have to do this, Chihiro!”

“She is right…” Celeste raps her fingers against the seat. “In our haste, we seem to have forgotten to establish a punishment system for failing to comply with orders.”

Ah, except there is a punishment system, Chihiro laments. The damned thing being it seems to only apply to himself. While the programmer is doubtful about exposing himself in front of his classmates, he also doesn’t want to take the role of contrarian…especially with his secret being exposed. Aoi and Mukuro even went so far to strip some of their clothes, with one being comfortable in the false knowledge it was just women in the room.

And with that look on Celeste’s face, she seems to know the very position he’s in. 

“N-no…” he shakes his head. “I can do this.”

His hands hook under the waistband of his skirt and underwear, the boy slowly sliding them down. Everyone except Celeste looks on with faces doused in red, Chihiro trying to delay this as much as he can. Except…his erection proves to betray him, his dick springing out into the air in an instant. Chihiro looks on with surprise – though admitting to himself he should’ve expected that – before he sighs. He slides down his skirt a bit more and lets it drop to the ground. 

He looks around the room to gather everyone’s reactions. If this wasn’t so embarrassing, he would giggle at Aoi looking at him with utter shock, her eyes unblinking and unmoving as they stare at his cock. Mukuro, in the meanwhile, tries to look away, but the programmer can clearly see her eyes take quick peeks every now and then. 

The only one not giving an extreme reaction is Celeste. Nay, the gambler is actually shrugging off her black jacket and unbuttoning her blouse, all with her typical grace. 

“C-Celeste?” Chihiro stutters, “what are you-”

“Since everyone here has been kind enough to follow their Queen’s demands, it feels rather uncomfortable to be the only decent one. Please see this as offering fairness and…”

She parts her blouse apart, revealing her bra. 

“…motivation.”

Fujisaki’s eyes widen, his dick twitching a bit at the sight. A sight that only gets more revealing as Celeste’s hands go to her back, unclipping and removing her bra. She casts the clothing to the floor, her pale breasts bare to the entire room. 

“Now, Chihiro, you must know I don’t like repeating myself, so if you could?”

The girl reaches out a hand, her finger touching the tip of his shaft as if it were some repulsive thing. It’s a small, barely corporal sensation, and yet the contact sends shivers all through Chihiro. 

“And I won’t ask again.”

With just that small touch, something in the young man breaks down a bit as his hand is fast in wrapping around his cock. Breathing out for the last time, he slowly starts to move his hand. Up and down.

But he soon lets his hand go quicker, sliding from the tip to the base with considerable speed. Usually, when he’s doing this alone, he likes to take this a bit slower. Just taking the time alone is a more enjoyable feeling, personally. But Chihiro doesn’t want this to last longer than it should. Just try to quickly cum so this can be over. 

“Number 2. Perhaps you can slow down a bit? It’s useless to rush through such a moment, no?”

Well, there’s another plan defenestrated. Nonetheless, his hands automatically comply. As much as he hates to admit, the slower speed is prompting a few more whimpers from him. He wonders if anyone can hear him, even with how quiet he’s trying to be. Sure, he’s already gone and exposed himself, but he also doesn’t want any of his friends to think he’s some pervert who gets off being in this type of position.

“I…don’t…right?”

Regardless, his moans beg to be let free as his hand continues to move. He finds himself over-complying with Celeste’s request, treating this as if this were almost any normal masturbation session. That is, his fingers not neglecting the tip every time they’re in reach. Every stroke up, a digit or two teasing at the underside of his tip. The area practically a button to make him tense up each time it’s pressed. 

Soon, his hand stops right at the tip and massages it a bit, and that’s what makes a moan slip out. It’s not loud, but clearly audible to the people only feet from him. His stroking hand clenches in shock and fear, Fujisaki mortified at letting that slip out. Yet, clenching his hand is immediately proved to be an error, the sensation yanking another moan from him. And louder this time.

Chihiro closes his eyes and keeps his head down. Okay, sure, maybe his friends will think he has some sort of exhibitionist side (he doesn’t, he tries to convince himself, but what use objecting at this point). “But maybe if I don’t look at them…”

After all, it’d be creepy to, right? Sure, he’s the one jerking himself off, with a hand that’s proving to go a bit faster. But ogling Aoi or even taking up Celeste’s ‘motivation’ offer just feels wrong while doing this. 

But it would seem Ludenberg disagrees. 

“Number 2…there’s no use in keeping your head in such an uncomfortable position. Looking around the room could help.”

Well, technically, that’s not a command. So, he can ignore that…right? Then again, Celeste’s warning of ‘repeating herself’ rings every present in his mind. By all intents, that was a command. So, with his heartbeat speeding up by another mile, he looks up and opens his eyes. 

At first the boy looks straight, but keeping in mind Celeste’s command and noting how awkward it feels, he looks to his right. Where Aoi and Mukuro sit. And instantly, his hand speeds up…the grip stronger. 

That earlier mental image of Aoi’s breasts, burned into his brain from that previous glance, is quickly forced from his mind. In its place, this new sight replaces it as the programmer can’t help but stare. Fully looking at them rather than taking a glance and having his brain fill in the blanks does make her chest more erotic for him. 

As he earlier observed, her dark nipples are still quite hard and excited and her skin does seem to shine in this lighting. But his stare travels further down her body, noting how toned her stomach is, a confession of her years of swimming and working out. And there’s a certain softness, a certain glow to her body that he now appreciates. She really is beautiful, seeming cuter as he sees her adorable, flushed expression. 

Chihiro’s eyes for a moment glance over to Mukuro. The girl is arguably the most decent of them all, though the boy can’t help but nervously stare at her considerable bust hidden behind a plain bra. Her toned body is like a screaming confession of all the hard workouts and trials she’s endured. And knowing Mukuro, likely endured with ease. He supposes her body is not as soft-looking as Aoi’s, but it had its own appeal. If he’s to be honest, seeing her half-decent body - with only one layer of clothing making her decent - in such a build turns him on in some strange way.

His legs start to shake. “W-wait! Already?” Every time he has some time to himself, he always feels his legs shake slightly a little bit before he cums. But that’s always after a lot of teasing and time…it’s only been a couple minutes, at best!

And yet, as his hands glide along his shaft, filling the room with lewd sounds, he can’t deny the feeling of wanting to cum. Desperately, even. All the embarrassment of this situation is eliminated from his mind, just wanting to enjoy this. 

“Oh, Chihiro?” 

Another tense from him. Partially out of shock, partially out of pleasure. His hand doesn’t stop as he turns towards Celeste, wondering what command she has for him now. 

“Oh…actually, never mind. I had something to say but it…slipped my mind.”

Perhaps her dirtiest trick yet. The boy is fully aware why she called for him, if his gaze at her breasts is any clue. But curse it all…despite how inappropriate this looks, how wrong he knows this is, he can’t help it. Quivering breath and legs overwhelm him as Chihiro’s hand focuses on the tip again. 

Though he saw them earlier, just to take in the sight again! Overheating his brain as if it were in an infinite loop. The paleness of her skin curtained between her elegant clothing is only making it more arousing for him. Her chest is quite a considerable size too, he realizes, her slim stomach calling to attention how silk-like her body is. Victorian, his brain comes up with a word. Almost as if he shouldn’t be seeing any of this but excited by the fact he’s given the chance to see the woman in this position.

For a moment, Chihiro looks up at Celeste’s face, the woman idly resting her head in hand. He admits that her slight nakedness makes him appreciate how refined, yet adorable her expression and face is. A face they probably had to train to master back then, but she sits here as if it’s natural born. 

And when their eyes meet, Celestia offers a quick wink. 

Chihiro’s legs buckle. So that’s what does it. Just a quick, teasing gesture to send him over the edge. A wink that milks him and every beloved part of his soul. Fujisaki doubts the wink is even in teasing or seduction, rather merely a show of power. The girl doing something she knows will make him lose his last bit of control. Wanting to see him release not out of curiosity or desire, but because it’d truly establish her reign over this game. 

Knowing her opponent and using the worst attack possible to conquer them. Oh, what demons lie in that smile.

Either way, her tricks work as the boy starts to cum. Through shut eyes, he feels several ropes of cum shoot everywhere. His current lack of sight forbids to tell him where, but feeling how strong he’s cumming right now, he knows this is no small mess. And that tiny gasp from Aoi is a great indicator too. 

Chihiro’s hand keeps a python grip on his cock, feeling it pulse and twitch with every shot until the last. Finally done, Chihiro just falls back down, plopping back hard onto the couch. 

When he opens his eyes, he sees the extent of his work. The table is littered with several shots of white, some of the box not spared from the onslaught. The boy also can’t help but remark feeling some semen on his legs, a sensation as noticeable as headlights in pitch black. 

But the unintended target of his orgasm that’s most surprising…is Celeste. The gambler looks down at her legs with taken aback eyes, a few ropes of cum soaking into the dark stockings. Chihiro almost expects her to explode in a violent rage and rush out of the room, but she just stares with those same eyes. 

But like a flipped switch, her expression becomes normal as she reaches into her jacket on the couch. 

“Well, I’m glad I was clever enough to bring tissues. For just in case.”

Though she says tissues, what she pulls out is more akin to a handkerchief. Carefully folding it, she pats at the stains, only wiping at them slightly. Chihiro has half the mind to ask for something to tend to his mess, but figures it’s best not to press his luck. Standing up to slide back on his skirt and underwear, he can’t help but notice the devastatingly shocked expressions on Aoi and Mukuro’s face, though Mukuro a bit better at masking hers.

Once the stains are gone, Celeste buttons back up her blouse and slips back on her jacket, stuffing the handkerchief back inside. With a smile, she puts her paper back into the tissue box, the slip slightly stained by the cum near the hole. 

“Well, then. Shall we have another-”

“Wait, no, time out!” Aoi stands up. The swimmer grabs up her shirt and puts it back on, a newfound frustration baring into Celeste. “Chihiro! Mukuro! We need to talk…over there!”

With that, Aoi hops over the couch and goes to stand in the middle of the room. Ikusaba buttons back her shirt as she and Chihiro go to join Asahina. Chihiro turns back for a moment to see Celeste’s face. A polite, patient expression with not a sliver of objection. And yet noticeable universes away that her deviousness is hiding behind it. 

“Alright,” Aoi huddles the three together and whispers, “so she’s obviously cheating, right?”

“I wonder that myself,” Mukuro nods in agreement, “but both of us were the Queen for some time, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, but I know I wasn’t cheating! Besides…this is different.”

Aoi and Mukuro look back, Celeste offering a polite wave.

“I mean, think about it! She ‘accidentally’ spills her drink, gets her own paper, and then starts becoming Queen every round? At least it alternated with us.”

“Hm…yes, you do have a point.”

“And besides! She read our numbers like she knew we had them. It took me forever to get her number, but she finds out my number on the first try? She has to be cheating!”

“It’s very possible,” Mukuro nods. “And her requests have gone too far. I’m lucky that she didn’t request much of me.”

“Great! So, we agree we need to take her down a notch, right?”

Now that one confuses Mukuro. “Can’t we just…stop the game? She can’t exactly force us to be here.”

“And let her get away with doing all of that? No, I need to get revenge on her…again!”

“I hope,” Celeste’s voice echoes from the other side of the room, “you three are not planning something over there. The Queen orders that there’ll be no revolutions in this game.”

“You’re not even Queen yet!” Aoi turns and points an angry finger. “Cheating the game, dodging elections, unfair demands…is there no end to your destruction of democracy!”

“This is no democracy!”

Aoi growls before she turns back to her cohorts. “C’mon, you guys…we can’t let her get away with embarrassing us like this! Not without” – Aoi cups her fist with her other hand – “getting some payback first! Just find out how she’s cheating and bring her down with it!”

Aoi glances between her fellow ‘revolutionaries’ looking for any sign of agreement. 

“C’mon! Whaddya say?”

Mukuro finally sighs. “Overthrowing a monarchy? Well…it wouldn’t be an unusual way to spend my night.”

“Um…okay,” Aoi tries to chuckle that off. “What about you, Chihiro?”

“H-huh?” the boy snaps out of his stupor.

“Are you in on this plan?”

“O-oh…y-yes! I agree…to it.”

Immediate regret at his lie punches him. Chihiro wasn’t even close to listening, drowned by his thoughts. Recalling what occurred just moments earlier and relishing this…invigoration flooding every inch of his body. 

Had his earlier mortification been nothing but the veneer of a lie? Does he secretly enjoy that type of thing? “I don’t… think I do.” He never had those thoughts or feelings before, even subconsciously.

But…with how fast his heart pumps at replaying the memory, he can’t deny he’s feeling something at that. Though, was it really because all of their eyes were on him, watching him carefully as he exposed himself like that?

Perhaps it was because of how Celeste touched the tip of his penis like that? That little stimulation – he regrets to say – his first intimate touch with a girl?

Perhaps it was Celeste’s quick demands and little teases, each communicating the extent of her hold on not just the group, but him especially? Frustrating and humiliating then, but so utterly exciting to recall?

Perhaps it was that wink? One that probably held zero interest behind it, yet entranced with the power of a siren?

Perhaps it was that shock on Celeste’s face after he came? To know he was the reason he made such a regal-like woman stumble off the pedestal she prided herself being upon?

Or perhaps, is it all that compiled together in the realization that it served as his first sexual experience with not just one person, but three? 

But a part of him stares to care less about the answer, just realizing that he wants…more of that. More of this…sort of freedom floating his body. As if behind the secret of his identity was something else he didn’t even know existed. But now broken free and plunging his mind into depravity. 

“N-no!” He shakes his head. “That’s wrong!”

He’s just tired, his mind concludes. Or confused. Or…something! Any answer that’s more comfortable than this path of thinking.

Yet, Chihiro looks back at the box…and then at Celeste…and then at his fellow ‘revolutionaries.’ He’s still having difficulty denying that he wants more. 

The three of them go back to their respective couches. The remaining three papers go back into the box and is shaken up, the large semen splotch on the top jiggling with every motion. 

“Should we…wipe that off?” Aoi questions.

Receiving no responses, the swimmer shrugs it off and sets the box down. Celestia immediately reaches forward to take her first pic, before Asahina’s hand blazes into the box. Celestia sits back up in surprise before she sneers at the gravely serious stare Aoi is stabbing her with. 

Aoi’s hand is in the box for a while, and it’s clear it’s not because of indecision. Rather, she’s searching for something. And frantically, at that. Though it’s obvious that the girl herself doesn’t even know what she’s searching for, her hand bounces around the box regardless.

“Cheating already, I see.” Celeste smugly leans back. “How those who seek justice quickly abandon their morals.”

“This is…” – Aoi’s hand clashes around the carboard a bit more – “for a good cause!”

Eventually, the girl declares herself defeated as she pulls out a paper. With a roll of her eyes, Celeste follows, with Mukuro and Chihiro next. 

They all glance at the papers. 

“W-wait…I’m the Queen?” Aoi jumps in her seat. 

Mukuro looks over to an excited Aoi while Chihiro looks over to Celeste. The gambler seems…slightly peeved at this prospect, yet mostly hiding her irritation is her usual graceful demeanor. 

“Well, it seems we resolved this cheating business. Mainly, we found out the cheater wasn’t me.”

“N-no…there’s something still fishy here.”

“Hmph,” Celestia looks away from Aoi.

With that, there’s a silence that waits for the first command, Aoi taking a moment or two to think on it. But her eyes especially keep going back and forth between Celeste and her paper. As if Aoi is lining up a shot. 

“Number…3?”

And in an instant, Celestia’s expression sours. Bullseye. Asahina fails to contain her grin. 

“Why don’t you…touch yourself…for five minutes!”

“Shame,” Celeste sighs as she sets down her paper. “I suppose even someone like you can happen to be lucky…twice.”

Aoi quickly bats away the attempted disparagement, her nose flaring as if she just won a box-worthy of gold medals. Mukuro, however, leans in close to her. 

“You’re suggesting something sexual too?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s only fair after what she did to Chihiro!”

Despite the approaching blush on his face, this would be the point Chihiro would object. Assure it’s alright and try to compel Asahina to change her command, fearing that going too far with this could be disastrous for any of their relationships. He doesn’t need to be avenged, after all. 

Yet, he remains silent. Just looking down and keeping his hands to himself. Interested…nay, desiring to see this dare carried out. Oh, what’s become of him, he despairs. 

“Well, if that’s the Queen’s orders…”

Ludenberg hikes her legs up on the couch and spreads them a bit. What is normally to be a revealing act, however, isn’t really lewd at all, considering the length of her dress not exposing an inch under it. Her hands go to her blouse again, but only unfastening the bottom buttons. It parts a bit, revealing her slender stomach before she snakes her right hand past the hem of her dress…

…and then immediately snaking it back out. The plated ring on its pointer finger doesn’t make it hard to guess why. Her left hand is an eager understudy, nonetheless.

“W-wait!” Aoi shouts. “You’re gonna leave your clothes on?”

“The command was merely to ‘touch myself.’ Not that I had to strip any of my clothes to do it.”

“Then my command is to take off your clothes!”

“Ah, apologies, but you can’t change the command now.”

“Yes, you- I mean…you did it…I mean-” Aoi plants her face in her hands. “Dammit!”

Celeste almost wants to burst into full, uproarious laughter, but just keeps it to herself as her left hand travels further. Yet, her face is completely normal. Completely still, despite the clear lewdness of this act. Not even the hint of a facial reaction as her hand eventually touches her pussy. At least, that’s what Chihiro wagers. The slight – oh so slight – hitch in her breath is the only clue. 

And with that, her arm starts to move. Everyone’s keeping a close eye on her, entranced despite the lack of any nakedness before them. But honesty, just the suggestiveness of it all is messing with Chihiro. And the growing erection in his skirt can attest to that. For a second, the boy wonders if he should clasp his hands over it again. Revealed secret or not, it’s only appropriate, right? 

Then again, he looks to his left. Not as if everyone in the room is the spitting image of decency right now. 

Celestia’s hand continues to move down there, the girl still offering zero emotion to this. But it all lets the boy’s imagination run marathons. Picturing if her dress were a bit shorter…able to see everything under there. Able to see her hand stuffed down her panties, exploring every lower part of herself. Her underwear gradually getting wetter and wetter until there’s an obvious dark spot.

Maybe even better…perhaps if she were stripped down. Able to see her perky breasts hidden between nothing. See the most intimate part of her between spread legs as her fingers absolutely violated her. Explored and fingered every inch of her soaking folds. Her juices leaking to and staining the couch as the air would become fragrant with her arousal. 

It’d also be nice, Chihiro’s thoughts continue to wander, just seeing her enraptured in something like this. Seeing her body twist and heave as her fingers go deeper, her little moans mixing with the sound of her wetness. A hand instinctively going to her breasts and pinching and rubbing them. Perhaps even traveling down and around her midriff, relishing in the tiny little sparks that’d send through her. 

And then to see her body just tighten, a final moan to declare she reached her peak. An orgasm so grand, it’d have her drooling practically. Drench the poor sofa in her essence but the girl’s fingers not stopping a bit, fucking the woman harder as she rides out her high.

Yes, indeed, so many maybes and perhaps that imprison his mind. And it all makes it harder to hide his growing excitement.

But, instead, Celeste is just…moving her hand around down there. A brick wall to envy her still face. Hell, for all the group knows, she may not be doing anything. She could be just moving her hand around down there, not even a fingernail near her pussy. 

Chihiro sighs and bows his head. This isn’t like him. Christ, he shouldn’t have exposed himself to them earlier. If not for the shame aspect, then certainly because of this. But this erection is only fueling his mind’s focus on that one word: more. 

Five minutes come to quickly pass, as Celeste pulls her hand from her dress. To everyone’s surprise, however, her fingers are slick. So, she actually was masturbating? Suppose that was the deal, but… “Someone like Celeste doing something like that…”

Celestia’s earlier handkerchief proves useful again, and to clean up a similar mess. Putting it away, everyone puts their papers back into the box.

The Ultimate Gambler is quicker with her draw this time, pulling out a paper before Aoi can even reach forward. The swimmer narrows her eyes, but nonetheless reaches in, once again searching for something. She gives up faster this time, although, pulling out her paper. Chihiro goes before Mukuro this time.

“Ah, lovely! It would seem I’m the Queen.” Celeste flashes her papers.

Aoi’s only response is a “Hmph,” leaning back as they all wait for this inevitably insane command. 

“Number 2… If you could pleasure Number 3 for us.”

Mukuro and Chihiro jump up. “P-pleasure?” they cry in unison.

“Indeed. Unless you would like to continue suffering if your current state, Chihiro?”

The boy’s cheeks go red, immediately figuring out that standing up was…pretty low on the list of good ideas. His skirt is lifted up a bit, his erection desperate to poke through. 

“Of course, perhaps we can start off simple. Using your hand will do, Mukuro.”

The visibly apprehensive soldier’s eyes keep looking at Chihiro and Celeste. Again, this is the point Chihiro wants to object. In his usual manner, assure that his classmate doesn’t need to do this. Even if he finds himself on the losing side of the argument. 

But he remains silent and looks at Mukuro. He’s not sure what his expression is right now – likely one of dire need – but when Mukuro catches and gazes at it for a while, her apprehensiveness disappears.

“I suppose…this would be fine.”

“Mukuro! Are you sure?” Aoi reaches out to her friend. 

“I-It’s fine. When I was in Fenrir, I overheard my comrades talking about helping each other with…things like this. Of course, I was too young to do or see it myself, but maybe now could be a chance.”

“Y-you’d” – Aoi begins to tear up, though everyone’s sure it’s partly in jest – “really sacrifice yourself for the revolution? Mukuro, we’re…we’re counting on you!”

Mukuro looks back at her friend with a raised eyebrow, before she looks back at Chihiro. She lets go of the breath she’s holding before she approaches the boy, immediately dropping to her knees. 

Fujisaki clenches his hand. He’s sure he’d feel every liter of blood rushing through his veins if he clenches it harder. Despite his earlier lewd display, to still see a girl in front of him like this, with the goal she has in mind… God, his mind screams for this, yet seems to be unprepared for it all the same. 

His skirt is lifted out of the way and his underwear is pulled down, leaving him to wince at feeling the open air down there. Chihiro halfway expects Mukuro to stay down there staring for a few moments. At the very least, he prays for it, cause her breath blowing against his tip is doing wonders.

Instead, her hand immediately grabs his cock and starts to stroke. She’s going extremely slow, yet seems skilled with the way she’s doing this. The way her hand reaches to the base of his shaft, how she squeezes her hand a bit when she reaches back to the tip, how she watches his face closely, using his reactions and moans to judge which area she should focus on. 

In some respects, her stroking is almost reminiscent of how he masturbates, but adapted and improved upon. Is this, Chihiro questions, the power of the Ultimate Soldier? Observing someone’s move set and quickly learning and modifying for the best strategy? 

Feeling her focus on the head throws off that change of thought. But then he feels her hand unwrap from him, leaving a confused programmer standing there. But he realizes what she’s doing when he looks down and sees her spit into her hand. When her hand grips his dick again, there’s an additional shiver from him. That warm and wet feeling is a nice touch. 

And that warm and wet feeling is massaged all along his length as she goes back to stroking. Faster this time, earning more cute whimpers and labored breaths from her classmate. He looks down at her and her face is still watching him carefully, her eyes keeping up with the pulse of his reactions. He feels her go faster, finally earning a louder moan.

Her face is not exactly emotionless like Celeste earlier, more so a stone-cold focus worthy of someone titled the Ultimate Soldier. Seeming so dedicated to her partner’s pleasure…it’s cute, in its own way. 

Yet, it seems all her saliva has been nicely massaged into his shaft, seeing there isn’t that slick feeling anymore. Ikusaba quickly notes this, as her strokes slow down to make sure this doesn’t become uncomfortable. But while Fujisaki expects her to spit in her hand again, imagine his surprise when he feels her tongue run up along his dick. Sending a chill in his spine as it goes from base to tip, and then begins its main campaign there. 

Chihiro can’t exactly say he’s played with the underside of his cock head before. ( “It was called…the frenulum, right?”) He read somewhere how good it can feel and he always likes playing and massaging his tip, but he never thought about actually just rubbing that little area. 

So, he’s not exactly surprised this stimulation makes him want to fall to the floor, the pleasure of having this played with for the first time joining forces with the pleasure of Mukuro’s tongue, deft in its crusade. 

And all the while, she continues stroking him. The lack of good lubrication along his shaft forbids her hand to make large strokes, but the part she’s gripping and lightly going back and forth along is wonderful on its own. The actual battle is at his frenulum after all, getting wetter and more sensitive with every lick. And the woman just maintaining that dedicated stare through it all, somehow having a greater power over him than that earlier wink. 

Fujisaki sighs in relief when he feels Mukuro take away her tongue. Heavenly as it felt, if she had kept going… “I probably would’ve- Ah!”

And instantly, he falls victim to an encirclement attack, Mukuro’s mouth clasping over his cockhead completely. And her tongue is truly bombarding him, circling around the tip of his dick at an insane speed. He can feel her preference on his frenulum, his undeniably weak spot, but Mukuro’s mouth is leaving no part of the battlefield untouched. Spared from her tongue’s onslaught, the girl continuing to use his moans on where to focus. 

Oh no, Chihiro clenches his arms against his chest. Now his legs are shaking… Considering this is his first time receiving something like this from someone, he hoped to last longer. After all, he always heard how lasting longer is always better and didn’t want to be judged by anyone in here for cumming so fast twice in a row. But with Mukuro’s skill with her tongue, it’s not as if holding on would’ve been easy. 

The girl quickly picks up on his approaching climax, stroking him faster as her tongue becomes fiercer against him. The programmer looks back down at her intense, devoted eyes, now seeming to look for something else. A sign, a visual cue that’d serve as substitute for the words she knows are coming. 

And indeed, she quickly spots it, pulling her mouth off of him and stroking faster. Chihiro’s legs lock in place as he feels his climax wash over him.

“I-I’m…Mukuro, I’m…”

Any attempt at further words just devolves into a loud grunt as he starts releasing. Mukuro instinctively closes her eyes as the first shot hits her face, hit with that strong smell of cum. Chihiro can swear he hears her moan a bit, but doesn’t pay any mind as he keeps cumming. Clear-ish white paints the woman’s face and some of her hair, but she remains neutral with every rope that dots her face. 

Neutral, however, can’t even slightly describe Chihiro. His body trembles as if to the beat of his twitching dick, warm load after warm load spraying everywhere. He flinches at feeling some of it hit his legs, but he’s mostly paying attention to how it’s getting all over Mukuro. He feels slightly regretful he’s done this to her, but just as strong is how turned on he is at seeing it coat her face. As if this is the most natural…the right thing to happen after the pleasure she’s given him.

As the boy starts to lose control of his legs, Mukuro just catches him before he falls, leading him over to his couch to recover, smelling of sex and a little bit like saliva. With that, she rejoins Aoi, pulling out a packet of tissues out of her breast pocket. 

“Where did you,” Celeste leans forward to try and get a better look at them, “get those?”

Mukuro doesn’t even wonder for a second why Celestia pointed these out, acknowledging the cutesy anime being advertised across the packaging. “They were…handing these out at the station.”

“For someone like the Ultimate Soldier to have something like that is quite humorous.”

Ludenberg doesn’t fail to note the look of directed irritation that strikes her, Mukuro silent as she wipes her face.

All the papers return to the box. Onward it is. 

Celeste is again quick to pull out hers and Mukuro follows. Chihiro – finishing pulling up his clothes – takes out his. The notably slowest one this time is Aoi, slowly reaching over to the box to reach in. No really one knows why she’s fumbling around in there – should be one paper after all – but figure she’s trying to do her investigation thing. ‘Trying’ is the key word, as her hand movements inside the cardboard is messy. Her eyes distracted. Her other hand…noticeably grasping her thigh. 

Nevertheless, all the papers are opened. 

“Number 1 and Number 3…perhaps you could do well with some relief too?”

“H-huh?” they gasp in unison.

“Yes, quite!” Celeste clasps her hands together. “Perhaps you’d like to see firsthand what it’s like being in such a position. Getting off in front of your classmates.”

The swimmer and soldier are still hesitant, shuffling around in their seats as they avoid each other’s eyes. 

“Oh, please, don’t pretend you don’t want to do this, so you can continue this odd revolutionary shtick.”

Confused faces are the gambler’s only response. Celeste facepalms, as if the answer can be figured out by a child.

“Aoi, you’ve had your hands between your legs since the beginning of this round. And Mukuro…I must say a wonderful poker face, but one that still has noticeable cracks. To think you’d two would be so worked up over seeing Chihiro in such a way.”

Chihiro just continues to look down, neither in the room wanting to deny that. And this lack of objection makes Celeste lean back in gloating so bright, it could practically blind. 

“Well,” Aoi sighs, “I guess it wouldn’t be fair if we stopped following commands now. But don’t think this’ll make us undedicated to the cause, Celeste!”

“Yes, right…of course.”

With that, Asahina leans back and scoots her hips forward. Trying to keep as much embarrassment from her face, she spreads her legs to reveal…a quite noticeable wet spot in her jean shorts. Fujisaki only glances in Aoi’s direction for a second, immediately looking back when he sees her clear arousal. “Was that really…because of me?”

Aoi’s hand slides down her body, approaching her pants, until…

“Oh, no! Apologies, that’s not what I meant.”

“H-huh? What did you mean?”

“Both of you…use your fingers on each other.”

“W-wait!” Aoi’s face again becomes distressed. “R-really?”

Ludenberg folds her arms, watching on as she idly taps a finger against her bicep. A silent gesture, yet her glare making it feel as loud as a hammer against metal. Asahina can only scowl as she glances over at Mukuro. 

“Would you…be okay with that?”

“Well…it can’t be helped, can it?”

Despite that resoluteness of that, neither seem sure how to begin. They’re reaching over to each other, but it feels strained, unsure. Some awkward reaching here, some scooting closer there, some apologies dashed in, but it’s not long until the two are kiss close. 

The two just stare into the other’s eyes, seeing their hearts beating in them. Cautious yet curious. In the end, however, Mukuro is the first to start, reaching over and making quick work unfastening Aoi’s pants. The girl jumps up a bit – if not mainly at the speed of it – but offers no complaint as Mukuro slowly snakes a hand in. She whimpers a bit as bottom teeth sink into lip, the bulge of Mukuro’s hand travelling further down…and then stopping. 

Doing her best to get over Mukuro’s hand already getting to work down there, the bulge making light and large circles, Aoi reaches forward herself. The hand lifts up the soldier’s skirt, revealing extraordinarily plain black panties. Simple, yet likely the efficient choice for a woman like Mukuro. Either way, a hand makes room in them and follows the girl’s strategy of making circles. 

Visibly, Mukuro is thrown off a bit from this, her hand pausing for a second. And her eyes shift too. From that dedicated look similar to earlier to excitement. And the way her back straightens gives away just as much. But those cues vanish as Mukuro refocuses herself, moving her hand even faster down there and pulling from Aoi a barely held-back moan. 

“M-Mukuro…could you” – Aoi breathes in to try and rebalance her breath – “stop looking at me so intensely?”

“O-oh,” Mukuro averts her eyes. “Sorry, I’m not exactly sure what to do with my eyes.”

“D-don’t worry, you’re- Oh! Fine!”

Chihiro looks over to see the explanation behind that sudden gasp, Mukuro’s fingers no longer making circles. But moving forward in Aoi, each stroke gaining a breathy moan from the pro swimmer. It starts off slow, but Mukuro doesn’t take long to build up a faster pace. She even figures out where to put her eyes, focusing them down on Aoi’s crotch where she continues to fingerfuck the girl. 

Asahina doesn’t take long to return the fire, inserting a finger as well. Mukuro’s moan is strained through a shut mouth, but all realizes how useless it is to hide how much she’s enjoying this. Especially since a dark wet spot is slowly becoming more visible even in that raven sea she has for panties. 

As for Chihiro, the urge to reach under his skirt and take care of this growing erection is phenomenal. Frankly, he admits, it’s also phenomenal he’s this hard again after cumming as much as he did twice. “I guess,” he tries to use his thoughts as distractions, lest that chorus of small moans to his right call for him to turn his head, “I never went farther after I did it once.” Every time he’s finished cumming after masturbating, he goes back to focus on the thing he was doing before that.

Besides, not as if this knowledge about his refractory would’ve helped prior to now. It’s not like he would’ve changed his masturbation routine. He likes to indulge himself every now and then, but he never thought himself perverted. 

Prior to tonight, that is. 

Because now, nothing but the sounds of perversion and lust fill his mind, daring him to reach under his skirt. Lift it up and expose himself…what’s one more time? And then just reach out and…

Fujisaki shakes his head. Damn it all, it’s useless to deny these thoughts are happening. That something has awoken in him. But damn it all, he wishes each thought were as far from his mind as possible. The boy looks over to Celestia. Maybe see how she’s reacting to this. Yet, the woman is not even watching it all, fidgeting with something apparently wrong with her plated ring. 

Another moan calls for Chihiro’s attention, but its sheer volume finally gets him to look. And his dick only further twitches at the sight. 

In the moments he looked away, the pair seemed to really get into it. The two’s eyes are laser-focused on their partner as their fingers have their way. Aoi’s expression confesses how little she’s holding her ecstasy back, but those little breaks in Mukuro’s face and the small moans she’s contributing make it clear both are relishing in this. 

For a moment, Chihiro wants to look back down and distract his thoughts with something else. But he just stares at the two, watching their heads almost impulsively lean forward and lightly kiss the other. It’s sloppy, and yet it’s apparent neither of the two cares about that. Nay, actively like it, letting some of their drool fall over their faces as their fingers went faster. 

But suddenly, Mukuro pulled back a bit and her body shuddered. And that small whimper that echoed from her communicates all as her legs squeeze together against Aoi’s hand. The swimmer almost looks surprised for a moment at how fast Mukuro came, but considering how fast Mukuro’s hand is amazingly still going, the girl’s not far behind. 

In fact, just a few seconds later and there’s the sound of something splashing and an Aoi whose body is tensing up all through this. She tries to keep a moan barred behind shut teeth as her pants become even more soaked, forming a nice wet spot into the sofa. 

The two girls take a second to catch their breaths, Celeste looking on amused. 

“I must say, I’m surprised to see you’re already done. A testament to how excited you were? I suppose, then, it was kind of me to give you two that command.”

Aoi casts a dirty look as she puts her paper back in the box. Everyone else follows and the papers are quickly tossed about in there. 

Celeste pulls out the winning tab again. “Number 3…Number 2 is looking very uncomfortable, wouldn’t you agree?”

Aoi looks over to Mukuro for a second, but the solider shakes her head. She then looks over to Chihiro and takes appreciation of this boner lewdly sticking up between his legs. The boy doesn’t even react to the command at this point, finding his will to object to these thoughts also deteriorating. More, that damned word echoes in his louder. He more than needs this, it feels. 

“I notice Chihiro here seems quite fond of your chest, Aoi,” Celeste smirks. “Perhaps it’d be nice if he felt those more intimately?”

“Oh,” Aoi looks up in thought, “You mean like a…what did he call that? Um…I forgot the name, but you mean jerking him off with my breasts?”

Chihiro glances at Celeste. And for the tiniest fraction of a millisecond, he sees in her eyes confusion. Denial, the readiness for emphatic denial. But in that very second, there’s an impish realization. A realization that she had something tamer in mind, but now has an even better idea. As if she was handing Aoi a knife and the girl took the bazooka, instead. 

“Yes,” Celestia answers as she leans back. “Yes, that is what I mean.”

Of course, her answer is with the usual impeccable poker face, but Fujisaki doesn’t think Asahina knows that. And he knows he should speak up, reveal Celeste for her lie (one out of the umpteenth this evening). But he’s still silent. Besides…to have a chance like this. 

With a slight sigh, Aoi gets up from her couch and goes over to Chihiro, getting on her knees. Her eyes widen a bit at seeing his erection tower over her face, but she goes to catch his eye. “Are you okay with this, Chihiro?”

The boy nods his head a little too quick at the question, though Aoi doesn’t key into it as she lifts up his skirt and pulls down his underwear. Having someone in front of him like this the second time this evening. It’s a rush, but how terrifying it still is. How his heart races as if trying to escape his chest. 

As the programmer watches his friend start to pull up her shirt, that twinge of panic at this happening almost sets his brain right again. “A-Aoi, we…um, don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to…”

“No, it’s fine,” she grins. “Actually, I did this to Makoto once, so I’m fine to this.”

Huh…strange. Chihiro swears he feels this surge of heat and a dangerous aura to the right of him. But only for a second, as if it took every bit of inner will to suppress it. Not sure what made him feel that, though. 

Aoi finishes pulling up her shirt, letting her breasts drop. For a second or two, she just stares at his standing cock, as if she’s mentally preparing herself. 

Despite the boy getting ready to feel his dick pillowed between immaculate skin, he jumps in surprise when he finds a familiar warmth take him in and go down his shaft. Right, Chihiro realizes. It would be difficult for Aoi if he isn’t lubed up enough. Then again, Aoi’s face looks really excited to have her mouth around him. Her tongue eagerly and hungrily runs all over his cock. Perhaps she has another reason for wanting to lube him up. 

Either way, it leaves Chihiro squirming and shifting in his seat, only stopping when Aoi takes her mouth away. His mind is given no time to recoup, immediately feeling soft skin wrap around his length and starting to pump. He finds himself glad at how slick she made him. If not for how easily her chest his stroking him, then for these lewd sounds alone, the room echoing with the wetness of all this. 

Fujisaki tries not to keep his eyes closed through all this, tempting as it may be. So, as he looks down, he sees Aoi looking between her task and her partner. Quickly judging his reactions and adapting her speed as a result. The man’s not really sure what faces he’s making. Sometimes she looks up and slows down, sometimes she looks up and goes faster. Sometimes she looks up and focuses her pumping nearer the tip. Chihiro attempts to control his expressions, in hopes it’d garner a response he wants, but no luck.

Maybe she’s not even seeing anything at all and is going at her strange pace. If so, he admits the lack of any sensible beat is making this better.

“Wait,” the girl shakes her head and pulls herself away, “I need a bit of a break.”

At first, Chihiro doesn’t even make further note of that, until he thinks about who he’s with. He’s seen Aoi do dozens of laps in a pool at once and not even sigh in exhaustion. “I guess I don’t…know too much about these things, but…” Is this really the more exhausting of the two things?

Unless…this is a strategy? After all, just feeling no stimulation from her, leaving his dick helpless and twitching in the air, is making him just want to feel her again. And it’ll no doubt feel a step away from heaven when she does resume. And that glint in her eye does make this seem a bit purposeful.

Who knew, Chihiro thinks, that Aoi can be so devious like this?

Deciding that’s long enough, Aoi’s tongue runs up her partner’s cock, getting it wet again. And with that same excitement and greediness to it, as if she’s eating the finest buffet. The poor Fujisaki can only keep his arms to himself, already feeling himself about to cum. 

A feeling that’s not eased as her breasts squeeze around his cock again, thrusting along it with an eager vigor. He moans for her, once again losing himself in it all too easily. Aoi looks down to watch his cock poke out between her breasts and then disappear back again. She goes faster. Getting more friction. Getting him closer. As if she wants every drop of what’s to come. 

Chihiro thrusts his hips slightly. While every nerve in him wants to do this more eagerly, he considers he should just hold himself back. Letting Aoi take most of the initiative in this regard as her breasts keep running along his throbbing shaft. He takes in a sharp breath when he feels a tongue prod at the urethra. That’s…certainly new. 

But he can’t say he dislikes it. Her tongue continues its little exploration there, even making him writhe a bit. Only a bit, as he uses all his will not to thrash around further, knowing that’d be more disruptive than anything.

“Oh, sorry,” Asahina pulls her tongue away and smiles, “I guess you’re really sensitive there?”

“Please,” Chihiro speaks his first words in a while, even catching Aoi off guard. “More…please…”

Aoi slows down a bit, but she finds herself surprised at the lost pace being made up by Chihiro, who is thrusting his hips more. The swimmer is shocked at the sudden initiative and…boldness from such a person like Chihiro, but doesn’t key into it more as she presses her breasts together more tightly, pumping him again.

Sensing her partner is not far from the end, Aoi speeds up, her tongue more fervent along the head. And then…Chihiro’s hips stop, but his legs visibly tremor.

“Aoi, I’m cumming!”

Aoi doesn’t pull back in time for her to pull her tongue away, a white rope shooting across it and giving the girl a full taste of Chihiro’s semen. Her eyes close, briefly taking in what the boy assumes to be a strange taste (though, she looks like she enjoys it some). 

Chihiro continues to freely release all over her breasts. In-between his dick, he can feel her body tense and shudder at being covered in his warm cum. He almost wants to stop his leg, he swears he’s cumming so hard, feeling his body strongly pump out every rope that brightens against the girl’s dark skin. 

The both of them are surprised at how this is as powerful and plentiful as the previous. Hell, Chihiro, swears, maybe his strongest yet, wondering if this is what a computer feels when it overheats.

With one last blast of semen striking her face, Asahina sighs as she looks down at the mess coating her. For a second, she whimpers a bit more as if further salivating the feeling and smell. She leaves the boy to recoup as she goes back to her couch and clean herself up, putting her shirt back on. With papers in and a shaken up box, another round begins.

This time, Mukuro is the first to pull a paper out, followed by everyone else. 

“Ah, it would seem I’m the Queen.”

Three pairs of eyes go to Mukuro, two for sure shocked at the break in the pattern. Chihiro looks over to Celeste, expecting some sort of frustration to be present, yet she keeps her composure. 

“The revolution lives on!” Aoi becomes visibly excited. “Come on, Mukuro, let’s show-”

“Number 1, use your tongue on Number 3. Until she finishes.”

“H-huh? Aoi glances back at her paper, a 3 staring back to taunt her. “M-Mukuro, why’re you involving me in this too?”

“Revenge.”

“R-revenge? What do you-”

And then there’s a giggle across from Aoi, Celeste unable to contain her glee at the woman’s reaction. 

“Quite an unfortunate development for your ‘revolution,’ Aoi.”

Despite Ludenberg’s smugness, however, Fujisaki does note she looks upset. Mostly obscuring it, but angry all the same. She confirms herself to be Number 1, Asahina pouting at Ikusaba as the gambler approaches. Her anger is only further exemplified from the scowl now on her face, cementing with every step.

Soon, she’s on her knees in front of Aoi, folding her arms in waiting. Aoi doesn’t key into why immediately, choosing to try one of Celeste’s smug smirks in a sort of mocking.

“Stop smiling and take off your pants already.”

And the smirk vanishes from Aoi’s face, the girl caught off guard by the sudden barking. “Alright, alright, jeez…”

Chihiro’s ears are almost ringing at the sound of his heartbeat with how fast it’s going, seeing Aoi shrug down her already unfastened shorts. A plain white pair of panties remains, though Chihiro wonders if it’s right to call them white anymore with how soaked through they are. Nevertheless, Aoi’s fingers hook around and slide them down too. 

And just like that, he’s hard again. His eyes enjoying every second at seeing Aoi’s clean-shaven pussy out in the open like this, the girl’s wetness visible from even here. He can’t help but be enticed by the sight of her naked thighs as well, continuing the softness and ampleness of the rest of her body and likely made fit by the usual tribulations professional swimming brings. 

He doesn’t get to enjoy the sight for long, yet, as Celeste immediately gets to work. And with no slow speed, at that, diving in and not taking her mouth away from the swimmer’s sopping cunt. Aoi squirms in her seat, the pleasure and speed of this catching her off guard. 

“W-wait, Celeste, you’re going-” Her protests are interrupted by a moan. “Too fast!”

Celeste pulls herself up. “I don’t believe I see the problem. Mukuro said nothing about speed, did she?”

Aoi doesn’t even have time to refute that, feeling Celestia’s tongue run up her folds again. Trying to take his mind off his erection…again, Chihiro must note there’s a certain glint in Celeste’s eye now. Each scowl and morsel of hate across her face now gone while she gloats in getting these reactions out the swimmer, sparing no mercy for her partner. 

Celeste dives her face right back in, her tongue plunging deep inside Aoi. The girl’s obviously starting to see stars from this, if her head back against the couch has anything to say. She soaks in every chill running through her as Celestia’s mouth continues roughly fucking her. Leaving no part untouched. 

The gambler pulls back again, but it’s not for breath. Rather, she seems frustrated that this is still going. The woman shakes her head as she goes back in again, but her strategy focuses on Aoi’s clit. The sensation snaps Asahina back into reality, the girl jerking forward and wringing the couch cushion through her fists. 

Chihiro hears Celestia chuckle a bit at this as her tongue goes faster at Asahina’s sensitive spot. To top everything off, her lips latch onto Aoi’s clit, sucking on it gently. Her friend’s body clenches as she feels Ludenberg’s tongue move in circles around her clit as she sucked.

“Wait, Celeste, slow down, I’m…I’m cummming!”

Everyone watches Celeste pull back as soon as they hear something spraying. The gambler tries to shield her face as Aoi’s pussy gushed everywhere, leaving an even wetter couch in its wake. The orgasm doesn’t last long, but Celeste smirks at her work as walks back to her couch, leaving Aoi to recover alone.

“Dear,” Celestia sits down, dabbing at some of the wet marks on her top, “it would seem I should’ve been more careful. But, regardless, another round!”

Aoi pulls up her shorts with a scowl as she stands up. “The revolutionaries need to have a talk!”

Mukuro is caught off guard by Aoi’s sudden grip on her arm, but doesn’t resist or object as Aoi pulls her to the middle of the room. Even though, Chihiro figures, the solider is likely well able to resist. The programmer decides to join the two. Semi-reluctantly, that is, consider the problem poking through his skirt. 

“Mukuro!” Aoi’s rage is filtered through whispers. “What was that about? I thought we were part of the revolution!”

“S-sorry,” Ikusaba takes a step back at the uncharacteristic anger. She scratches the back of her neck, clearly ashamed a bit. “I lost myself in my frustrations earlier.”

“Frustrations? What were you frustra- Okay, no, never mind. That’s not really important right now…” Asahina takes in and releases a deep breath as she recoups her thoughts. “What is important is if you know how she’s cheating.”

There’s a head shake from her comrades. “From what I felt, the box and papers don’t have anything on them that could give it away.”

“What about you, Chihiro?” Aoi turns to him, though obviously trying to avoid looking further down.

The boy shakes his head. He’s not technically lying, he tells himself. Because it’s true that he didn’t notice anything. But that would imply he was paying attention. Actively looking. And the way his brain is still a jumble right now confesses how adamant he’s been about that. 

“Wait!” A realization hits Aoi. “What if she didn’t do anything to her papers? But she’s guessing the winning paper by…feel?”

Mukuro squints her eyes at this line of logic, though a few moments to think on it makes her start to see Aoi’s point. “Do you mean…because it’s her own papers?”

“Exactly! She owns them, so of course she’s going to know every little thing about them, right?”

“Yes, but how haven’t we been able to notice the same thing after all this time?”

“We just need to look harder, that’s all!”

Chihiro starts to cue out of the conversation, looking back over to the table. Despite him enjoying all of Celeste’s little schemes, the matter is eating at him a bit too. He knows the gambler will just cite luck, but such chances are near impossible. So, where? Where’s the cheat, the trick, the strategy? That’s given her the winning paper in the vast majority of these rounds?

Even if he wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t feel anything inside the box. Nor did the papers look or feel weird. Chihiro observes them from afar, the tabs sitting on the table waiting for a new round to start. Top-grade as it is, it’s still just normal slips of folded paper.

Wait.

Wait, no, that can’t be it. 

Chihiro tries to shake away the conclusion. No, that’s not the answer, he knows it. But he looks back over to the papers and the theory stays…holds more water, even. 

No, no! After all, how would you know the number? But wait…then again, perhaps the answer lies in Mukuro. After all, with the way she…

Dear gosh. “I-I figured out!”

The whole ‘revolution’ is being distracted with a red herring, and yet the answer is staring them all in the face. Laughing and insulting them, even. A strategy so great, it can only be derailed by pure luck, as Celeste was twice. 

The slight excitement he feels at figuring out Celeste’s secret almost snaps his thoughts back into order. He can prove useful to this little ‘resistance’ and give them valuable information…the answer, at that! “I need to tell them now,” his brain immediately echoes.

Mukuro and Aoi keep talking.

I need to tell them now, repeats himself.

The two keep talking.

Right now.

Yet his lips are unmoving. And echoing in his head again is that one word: more. What else, it wonders, does the gambler have in store? What sensations could he be depriving himself doing something that’d basically take away the control he’s been enjoying being under?

“N-no!” Chihiro shakes his head. “I can’t keep thinking these things. I need to tell them…I need to-”

“Chihiro, is everything alright?”

Fujisaki looks up but notices Aoi and Mukuro are no longer right there, the two back on their couch. Everyone is staring at him, waiting for him. While in his thoughts, it would seem another round has begun, seeing everyone’s holding their own paper. 

“I-I’m fine,” he stutters out as he rushes back to his seat. The war in his brain continues on. Every bit of him wanting to speak up and reveal Celeste’s strategy yet those same parts of him yearning to see what else this yield. To see how far Celeste dare go. 

He pulls out his paper. No one is surprised at the results. 

“I believe it’s time we increase the stakes as high as possible, yes?” Celeste begins, ignoring the confused gazes she receives. “Number 2, make love to Number 1.”

Ah, so that’s how far she dares to go. Chihiro looks down at his paper, that black ink printing the clearest ‘1’ he’s ever seen. 

There’s a glance between the revolutionaries. Partly over who Number 2 is (they all quickly find out it’s Mukuro), but mostly over a sense of uncertainty. Is this how far they are going to let this go? Is there where the objections start, this passiveness ends? 

And that’s when it hits Chihiro. He hasn’t been alone. Every single one of these thoughts, this lewd excitement that courses through him. His friends have been sharing the same thoughts. 

They also haven’t been paying attention. They also haven’t been dedicating themselves to this revolution shtick Aoi insists on. Surely, with someone like Mukuro, she would’ve found out this strategy if she had been truly paying attention. And Aoi would have ended this a lot sooner if she was in any way truly unhappy with the way these rounds have been progressing. Her revolution gag nothing more…a gag. Her excuses of ‘wanting to be fair’ nothing more…excuses.

They all want this, have these same thoughts that have been torturing Chihiro, have allowed Celeste to run rampant with this game. The true solidarity this revolution shares.

And now they find themselves at this bridge, probably the final one of this evening. Despite everything, Chihiro wonders, will they want to cross it?

The answer is given when Mukuro stands up, unzipping her skirt.

“I suppose that would be fine.”

Mukuro joins Chihiro at the couch as she kicks off her panties, the pair falling to the ground uneventfully. His breath even pauses to look at her stripped lower half, her slick and slightly hairy pussy making between her legs making him appreciate how fit her thighs and legs are. The programmer offers a meek wave as she stands in front of him, the girl fully taking off his skirt rather than lifting it up. His underwear joins the ground, revealing his dick standing at full mast. 

There’s an exchanged look between the two as she positions herself above him, the two looking for verification. Assuredness if they want this little party game to go this far. But with a little nod from Chihiro, he finds Mukuro descend on him. 

The man flinches at the sudden heat caressing his length. A heat so tight and wet, only made hotter by hearing Mukuro’s irregular breathing at the sudden entrance. Never in a million years did he think the loss of his virginity would be like this. In such a scenario, with such a person. Though, it’s not as if he minds or cares about that. Even without her moving, Chihiro takes a moment to enjoy this, trying to keep his eyes open to look at Mukuro’s reactions.

No luck on that as she suddenly starts bouncing up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Her motions are slow at first, but that only teases and eats at the boy more. Already, vulgar sounds of their act start to echo in the room, visibly turning on the both of them more. 

Mukuro speeds up slightly, prompting some more cute reactions from her partner. He can’t help but remark how strangely good it feels to have her ass meet with his legs with every down motion she makes, squeezing against him as if they dare him to reach out for them. It makes him realize how fairly plump she is back there, her skirt having done well to hide this for all these years.

The boy’s hands move as if by their own volition, taking that dare. Mukuro’s eyes widen at the sudden hands on her ass as she even feels him thrusting back. His much slower than hers, however, the two’s pace awkwardly clashing together.

“Chihiro, could you…go a bit faster?” she decides to not change hers.

And at first, the boy wordlessly agrees, their motions coming to a treaty. But that treaty is quickly broken as Chihiro’s hips go faster, catching his friend off guard. She tries to meet up with him again, and yet his hips go faster of their own accord. As if acting on the desire his brain unconsciously howls for. 

“Wait…please, shit- Slow down!”

Yet his thrusts don’t oblige, fucking her harder and deeper as more and more time passes. But from the sounds of her moans, it doesn’t sound like she minds, rather actively enjoying it. However, Chihiro does eventually give his hips a break. 

“Wait, no,” she whimpers, continuing to bounce up and down his shaft, “please don’t slow down.”

Well, that’s a sudden change in attitude. Suppose that’s enough of a break. His hips start moving again, the sensation making his hands squeeze Mukuro’s ass. For a second, the glee at the feeling lights up her eyes, but her hips give most of the feedback. 

Everyone looks on as Ikusaba rides the life out of Chihiro, the two orchestrating a symphony of small moans and lewd and wet noises. The boy figures that everyone can probably see Mukuro’s arousal drip down the both of them, making its way into the couch. Even if they can’t, Chihiro loses his mind at how good it feels. Just knowing that every drop is because of him. It only prompts him to move his hips faster.

The speed of his thrusts and her bounces leaves no part of his cock untouched by her pussy. He gives himself a rest again, but Mukuro more than makes up for it as her hips continue to clash against his pelvis, a small slap echoing as she keeps coming down. His grip on her butt only gets tighter, feeling himself getting close to the edge. 

He figures Mukuro must be the same, the girl slowing down and pulling at her shirt. “Getting hot…a little bit hard to breathe…”

Her pulling at the shirt soon turns to unbuttoning it entirely. And seeing his eyes meet her bra, the girl unfastens it as well, letting it fall on top of him. The boy takes a moment to stare at her fairly busty chest, especially remarking how hard her nipples are and how they bounce with her. Despite how slightly rough the rest of her body is, she looks particularly soft here, or perhaps that’s his lust talking in the midst of all this. He considers reaching out for them, but Mukuro speeds up again, breaking him from that thought. 

Instinctively, his hips start to thrust again, neither person slow nor merciful in this. Relentlessly pounding into their partner, wanting to bullet them right off the precipice.

“W-wait, Mukuro, slow down…a bit.”

Chihiro figures he must’ve not been heard, seeing as her hips actually go faster. He repeats himself, but Mukuro only pauses for a second before his hips take over against his will, his cock pumping into his partner with wild abandon.

“Wait, please, hold on…” But he knows that one isn’t heard, every second seeming to want to silence him. “But…I’m about to- I need to pull out, or else…”

But both of their hips go faster, his legs starting to shake. 

“Mukuro, wait, I’m cumming!”

It seems the girl just realizes the weight of what he just said, but too late. That familiar feeling washes over him as he releases inside her. And hard too, as the both of them stop dead in their tracks. Chihiro feels Mukuro’s cunt milk his dick for every drop in him, the man helplessly pumping load after load inside her. 

So, this is how it feels to cum inside someone, he thinks. To have the heat of your own semen pool around your cock. To feel it pumping against tightening inner walls as every rope of cum feels stronger than the last.

He figures that the sudden feeling of warm semen filling her must’ve also sent her over the edge, her pussy contracting around his cock. Mukuro’s body tremors against his hips, only serving him to cum more and harder, the two moaning through every second of this. He wonders how it must feel for her…his semen splashing upon and rocking her inner walls as she still shakes in climax.

After a while, his legs settle as Chihiro lets his head fall back. Mukuro slowly lifts herself off the boy – still amazingly hard – and stands back up. But everyone can tell nothing but white is flooding her vision. Especially with the way she stumbles back to her couch and crashes onto it. Chihiro’s cum leaks out of her, staining the cushion.

“My, that went in a way I didn’t even expect,” Celeste looks at the soldier, who’s still out of it. “Shall we continue?”

A pair of shaky hands from Aoi and Chihiro put their papers back into the box, Aoi even putting in Mukuro’s paper, seeing as the girl is too dazed. The round begins without Mukuro, leaving one paper to remain in the box. 

“Number 3. I want you to do the same thing to…Number 2.”

“H-huh,” Aoi jumps in her seat. “T-the same thing?”

“The exact same thing.”

There’s an audible gulp from the girl as she stands up. As she approaches Chihiro, she sheds her shirt and all her lower clothes. Only serving to drive the boy’s brain wilder as a completely nude Asahina approaches, sitting down next to him. Though he saw her stripped down in parts previously, just to see her completely nude like this. At once, taking in her big chest, her sexy legs, her slim and fit abdomen, her excited pink folds, the softness of her skin. It almost makes him want to faint.

She seems particularly shy, yet there’s excitement and desire just detectable in her eyes. She doesn’t even try to maintain eye contact with him, obviously taking quick and hungry looks at his dick. 

“Um…you don’t mind if I’m on my back, right? It feels better when I’m like that.”

Despite it being a question, Chihiro doesn’t even get the chance to respond before Aoi slowly lays herself down on the couch. As she spreads open her legs – revealing her soaking pussy – the man feels something come over him, grabbing hold of her legs and positioning himself at her entrance. 

For a moment, the two of them share a similar moment that Mukuro and Chihiro earlier shared. That look in their eyes that’s cautious yet begging to let this happen. But the look goes away as the tip of his shaft teases against her folds, earning some fairly loud moans and whimpers from the swimmer.

The way she’s shifting around, it’s obvious she wants this little teasing to stop. But her moaning is offering good motivation for Chihiro, finding it cute the way her body twists and yearns. But, he supposes, it’s kinda cruel to keep messing with her like this. Thus, he shifts his hips forward a bit.

Her sopping arousal doesn’t offer much resistance, the two tandemly letting go of a sigh they were holding back. The ecstasy flows so much into Chihiro’s brain, he doesn’t even spend any time being still, his hips immediately thrusting back and forth. 

Asahina is caught off guard for a moment, but her hands go for the couch cushions as she bathes in the feeling. Chihiro quickly remarks how dream-like this feels. How many guys, including those in this very school, daydreamed something like this? And yet here is someone like him. He never thought he’d have the confidence to do something like this twice in a row, but this day has hidden many revelations, has it?

“Yes, Chihiro, keep going,” Aoi encourages him, laying a hand on her stomach as he keeps pounding her, “Right there, please!”

The man desperately wants to give his hips a break now, but with how adamant her moans are, he endures it for her. He looks down, seeing her breasts sway with every thrust. Quite a bit, at that, likely accounting for most of these plapping noises filling the room. Like a hypnotic pendulum, they call out to him, the programming reaching out.

“Wait,” Aoi says, seemingly not even noticing what Chihiro was about to do, “slow down a bit.”

The boy’s hips oblige, and he quickly finds out why she requested it. Instinctually, his thrusts get a lot deeper, making Aoi tense just right as he keeps taking himself to the hilt. And just feeling himself sliding in and out of her, her pussy massaging and kissing every inch of his member, sends him into a craze. 

Meanwhile, Aoi puts a hand on her clit and gently rubs at it. Her hips tighten and lift a bit at the added sensation, Chihiro enjoying the show she’s putting on with all of Asahina’s writhing and moaning. 

Fujisaki feels the sudden urge to be…much closer to the girl. And so, he gets closer, gradually leaning down as he slowly fucks her. The couple’s eyes meet as his face and body is almost parallel to hers. 

Their hot and rapid breaths irritate their eyes a bit, yet it doesn’t break their gaze. A gaze that tells the other how much they’re enjoying this, lapping up how their partner feels, the feeling of warm skin against warm skin. 

Chihiro keeps his hips going, wondering for a second if it’d be inappropriate to lean his head down further and kiss her. The want floods him, yet he doesn’t risk making this awkward.

A series of concerns that don’t even graze Aoi’s mind as she leans her head forward, stealing his final first of the night. Their lips just barely touch, but the rush it gives! Chihiro, seeing that as permission enough, lets go of his head, their kiss getting deeper and more passionate. And with the way her chest tightens and sighs into it…

His hips start to speed up, plunging his cock into her faster and faster. They break their kiss as Aoi tries and fails to object to it. 

“W-wait, Chihiro, p-please…down a little bit?” she finally manages to say, though those groans aren’t helping her case. 

“Aoi, I…I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I-”

She realizes there’s no point in objection as he fucks her faster and harder, the girl leaning back into the kiss. Their moans are exchanged through it, vibrating and succumbing their bodies with the power of tidal waves. It only serves to make Chihiro thrust faster…and his legs start to shake. 

“I-I’m,” he needily breathes as he pulls back, “I’m close.”

“I’m close too,” she cries out so loud, it almost rings his ears. But hearing that desperation only makes him pound harder, Aoi’s body responding by having her juices pool around his cock and down her ass. “Just cum inside me!”

“A-are you sure?”

“Just do it…please!”

Chihiro doesn’t press it any more as his hips finally slow, feeling his orgasm start to overtake him. With a final thrust, he cums. The pro swimmer is immediately overcome with the feeling of great warmth, her partner’s cum squirting mercilessly inside her pussy. 

It brings her to climax with him, the boy feeling her squirt and leak all over his pelvis. The sensation is great on its own, but just the thought that it’s because of him that made her do that makes him cum even more. 

Chihiro lifts himself back up and pulls out, letting his cock shoot a few more ropes over Aoi as both of them come down from the high. With stomach dashed with white, Aoi is left shaking a bit on the couch, cum and squirt spilling out of her. 

Fujisaki rubs at the front of his head, trying to catch his breath. Admittedly, all this cumming is starting to catch up with him, and yet his cock still stands ever at the ready. He can only watch as Aoi flip herself off the couch and limp back to join Mukuro, just barely making it.

“Chihiro…the revolution…is up to you now.”

“She’s…still doing the shtick?” Quite some dedication.

He doesn’t mull on that any further as he hears some small laugher behind him. He turns towards Celeste, a hand over her mouth as she pretends to hold back her joy. 

“My, my. And then there was one.”

“You…still want to play, Celeste? I don’t think Aoi and Mukuro are going to…”

“Yes, you’re correct,” she clasps her hands together. “But I’m not quite done with you. So, how about a final round? Surely, that’s nothing at this point?”

Chihiro looks back at his fallen comrades, and then back at Celeste. Perhaps…at this point he can make his knowledge known? Usurp the strategy Celeste has gotten comfortable with and turn it against her? He knows her trick, after all. Any other time, he’d be disturbed at concocting such a plot against his friends like this, and yet he doesn’t even question it. As if his brain is being puppeted by some unnatural force, some damning curiosity. 

He puts his paper back into the tissue box, the poor thing weathered by this game’s progression. Oh, how normal, so innocent it was so long ago. As Celeste puts back hers, Chihiro reaches for the remaining paper on the table, nearest Aoi.

“I know what you’re expecting.”

He turns to Celestia.

“You’re expecting me to give the same command. You’re waiting to do the same thing to me. Is that right?”

A stare is her only response.

“Your silence is only proving me right. And I’m sorry to disappoint, but I suggest not holding your breath for such a command. I have a much more…quaint idea.”

Chihiro just silently inserts the paper into the box, Celeste scoffing in reply. The programmer lightly shakes the box, the ruffling of papers against cardboard echoing the room. Each shake only further ripening this silent tension between them.

He gently sets down the box…and instantly reaches into it. Celeste raises a brow at this, yet there’s still a confident expression on her face. Especially when she sees that his hand is not in there terribly long. Perhaps longer than usual, but nothing that communicates to her he’s searching. Planning. He holds his paper close to him as Celeste pulls out hers.

Their papers open. Celeste’s poker face shames the resilience of diamond, though Chihiro knows there must a sliver of panic in her brain considering the paper he’s holding right now. But the more important thing is…the paper she’s holding right now. 

Slowly, Chihiro raises his arm towards Celeste. “Number 1…I want you to do the exact same thing to the King….please,” he stutters at the last moment.

Ludenberg’s eyes widen as she looks at her paper. She looks up and down at the paper and her opponent, uselessly trying to affirm her eyes. But after a while, she just smiles and scoffs. “So…you figured it out. You know the trick?”

Chihiro nods his head. “It was never because of something you were doing. It wasn’t because of your paper. It was because of what we did, right?”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

“The first games we played…before you spilled your juice. You noticed something when we put our papers in the box. How we folded them.”

Celeste leans her head on her hand, clearly intrigued.

“I always like to fold things really neat. I always thought it was…weird of me for having a pattern of folding my papers. But then I realized…everyone else has a pattern too, right?”

Chihiro reaches into the box and quickly pulls a sloppily folded paper, the crease crossing it at an odd diagonal angle. 

“Aoi always tends to fold her papers very quick and weirdly.”

He reaches back in and pulls out another. It’s not a perfect fold, but it is certainly better than the last. Most notably, it’s sliced by multiple creases. 

“Mukuro likes to fold her papers multiple times.”

And finally, he points at Celeste’s hand, the gambler looking down at her paper. The slip has several creases in it, notably matching Chihiro’s folding pattern, but they look recent. The oldest crease implies it’s been folded over where the number is written, rather than halving the entire thing. 

“And you fold your papers over the writing rather than fully. You noticed this during the first rounds and decided to use this against us later in the games. And that’s how you were able to constantly be Queen,” Chihiro points his finger at Celeste. “That’s how you were able to guess our numbers.”

“I was able to guess by feeling around in the box, you mean to say?” Celeste interjects, trying to sound dismissive of this accusation but only ending up sounding impressed. “Find the winning paper by finding the one which has the correct folds.”

“And you were looking at the way our papers were folded to call out our numbers every time,” Fujisaki continues. 

“Yes, yes, but there is one problem with this theory. How could I know what was written on the papers? Even if I deducted that the folding patterns could help me devise a trick, it would take me several rounds in order to gain information on what’s written on each, no?”

“That’s easy,” Chihiro shakes his head. “You were observing Mukuro.”

Celestia leans forward. 

“I…think we all noticed that Mukuro put the papers into the box a little strangely when we handed them to her. But it makes sense if you consider she put them in…by numerical order. She either put the K paper in first and then went numerically or she went numerically and put in the K paper.”

“And you’re saying,” Celestia raises a hand in silencing, “that I used this observation to deduct what was written on the papers?”

The boy passionately shakes his head. “If you remembered how the papers were folded and the order they went in, figuring out that Mukuro was going in numerical order, then you could start pulling out the winning tab for yourself and call out any numbers you want.”

“That’s interesting,” Celeste interlocks her hands, “but isn’t it strange?”

“H-huh?” 

“Why did I spill my drink on the original box? Surely, with the mastermind you’re painting me as,” she says with such sarcastic spite, “then I would’ve noticed these behaviors with the original box and done all of this then. What does spilling my drink get me, pray tell?”

Chihiro looks up to think for a moment, though he personally knows it’s not exactly needed. He’s absolutely sure of his answer to this. But reviewing the logic in his head isn’t a bad idea. 

“I think that was for two reasons… Firstly, it was to make sure you were right.”

“Making sure?”

“You wanted to see if our folding patterns and Mukuro’s habit would repeat. To make sure your observations were right before rushing to do them and possibly embarrassing yourself. But the more important of the two reason is…it was a distraction.”

“Really now?”

“You knew we were going to suspect you were cheating when you started becoming Queen every round. But you wanted to give us a red herring…so we’d never figure out the true pattern.”

Chihiro holds up his paper and holds it to the light, emphasizing his point. 

“By getting your own paper, you suspected we would assume your trick was because of them. That because you brought your own box, there was something inside it that was helping you. But we would never quickly guess it was because of something we did…twice.”

Celestia is silent for a while, staring at Chihiro with a sort of gloating astonishment. She glances at her paper idly. “And you used my own trick against me, in the end.”

Chihiro nods, though it’s not exactly a proud one. Seasoning his mind is still some guilt at this frankly dirty trick of his. “I know I was the one who wrote the K. And I remembered the way I folded the paper. I knew when you were searching the box, you would be looking for a paper folded neatly. So…I…I, um…quickly folded another paper that way inside the box and then pulled out the actual one.”

“A decoy paper…impressive,” Celestia chuckles. “And you, of course, know the number on this paper you’ve refolded since you knew how each of us folded ours, yes?”

Chihiro meekly hums in agreement. Celeste chuckles again…and then laughs. She even claps a little bit, a genuine congratulation at what’s, essentially, her defeat. 

“Wonderful game,” she stands up. “Wonderful game, indeed. I must confess, Chihiro, that I never expected someone like you to figure this out. Surely, this will rise you in my ranks. Yes…what a wonderful game.”

The man starts to reach out for her as she starts to walk off the platform, Celeste throwing out a quick, departing wave. 

“W-wait,” Chihiro finally speaks up, tailing after her. 

“Hm?” she turns, looking confused and even a bit offended that she was stopped. And then it hits her. “Oh, yes! Your request…the King’s order. Shame I’m in no obligation to oblige with it.”

Fujisaki puts down his hands, looking down at the ground. 

“But…perhaps I will. Just this once. Consider this your reward for such an amazing deduction and your…compliance.”

Chihiro’s mind switches out of deductive mode and gets instantly excited, feeling some blood go between his leg. Celeste quickly glances down at his gradually growing erection and snickers.

“Regardless, I emerged this game victorious, yes?”

And then Chihiro switches back into confusion mode. “H-huh?”

And that devious, gloating grin returns, as Celeste’s hands went to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. “But, of course. It was never about merely winning this little party game. It was about the…power. The influence.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

The blouse fell off her shoulders, the girl folding it up neatly. “And I don’t mean power as in holding some piece of paper with a letter on it.” Her hands went to her dress next. “I mean power over all of you. To make you do something that you were so sure you would never do.”

The dress fell to the ground, Chihiro feeling a pit growing in his gut as Celeste continues. 

“Oh, how you’ve exposed yourselves. Violated yourselves. All for the sake of some game, you told yourselves, but you knew the truth. You know why you have done all of this. You knew why you continued. All I have done is take advantage of it.”

The girl’s bra is unclipped and falls to the ground next. Slowly and teasingly, her fingers wrap around her underwear and slides them off. 

“Even in my defeats, even in my embarrassments, I’ve won, haven’t I? Hmph.” The panties are the last to fall. “Stripped down the Ultimate Swimmer, showed the secret sides of the Ultimate Soldier…made someone like Chihiro Fujisaki cheat to win a game…in order to satisfy his lust. And all because of me.”

The distance between the two closes, Chihiro feeling a coldness dumped over his nerves as he looks into Celeste’s eyes.

“That’s what it means to win, Chihiro. Not just conquest over game, but also over opponent. To…how should I put it? Oh, yes… To know your opponent and use the worst attack possible to conquer them. That. Is. Victory.”

The boy watches in dumbfounded silence as Celestia strolls back over to Chihiro’s couch. 

“Of course, I must admit, everyone’s compliance went much better than I had initially thought. Admittedly, it has gotten me a bit excited myself. In light of that…” 

She kneels over the couch, her ass raised invitingly in the air. 

“Perhaps you would like to get your reward?”

Chihiro stumbles, feeling himself becoming dizzy. This shame, this shock that smacks him with an iron glove. How could he…no, how could have all of them been this blind? To cast away clothes, to cast away logic, to cast away morals? Knowing that every thought he has had in this past hour, all this sexual invigoration was rigged…to someone’s design. 

Such shame soaks him, and yet…he’s having a hard time finding regret in his thoughts. He can’t deny this new part of himself, nor can he say he dislikes it. And Celeste’s eyes bare into him as if she knows that. That is victory, he repeats her words. 

Celeste keeps her butt stuck out, each second seducing Chihiro. A part of him doesn’t want to do this. Knowing that if he goes through with this, it’s just further playing to Celeste’s plan. 

But he also knows that as the seconds pass, logic is not the one piloting his brain. Just seeing Celeste’s naked body bent over for him like this. 

Her soft skin seems to illuminate and call double attention to everything. It emphasizes the plumpness of her ass. It makes him appreciate how her breast slightly hang and how diamond hard her nipples are. Draws his eyes to how her perfectly shaved pussy sticks out between her legs, arousal slightly wetting the thighs it hides between. It beckons as if it’s blowing a kiss. 

Everything is so glorious, so elegant, and so inviting. 

Wait…did she just wink again? Please, Chihiro shakes his head. Please, anything but that. But in the end, it is her final, most imperative command.

A command that booms too loud in his head, Chihiro approaching her and grabbing her hips. He starts to pull her back, his cockhead teasing against her entrance.

“Oh!” 

Finally, she’s penetrated, the two sucking in a breath as he goes in. The girl halfway expects him to start thrusting now, but her expectations are defied as she feels him go in more. Her entire body tenses, fists tearing into the cushions, when he bottoms himself into her. 

“Ha,” she breathes out a condescending laugh, feeling him pull back a little bit but thrust right back in. “If this is your idea of some sort of revenge or…putting me in my place, allow me to congratulate the eff-ah!”

He starts thrusting faster, the gambler’s point interrupted. Though, she still ends up making it in the laugh she gives. A declaration of victory and joy in every decibel. But Fujisaki doesn’t pay mind to either of it, plunging his shaft deep and hard into her. Heavenly can’t begin to describe this sensation to the boy. How tight she is, how warm she is, how wet she is, each feeling making his hips go faster. 

He leans over her back, quickly noting this softness, as his hands wrap around her waist. The leverage makes him pull her back more, gaining him another yelp from her.

“My, you’re quite vigorous. I can see why Aoi and- agh, shit.” She takes a moment to control her breathing, finding it a bit hard at the speed she’s being fucked at. “I can see why our friends here passed out because of this.”

Celestia looks back at her partner, the two catching eyes. The programmer can see how much fun she’s having from putting him in this position, but in her face is an apparent joy at being pounded like this. A little flutter in her eyes, a tense in her face. It all inspires him to keep going, their bodies slapping together passionately. 

As his hips keep going, Chihiro’s hands travel up Celeste’s body, feeling the woman’s stomach tense slightly at feeling his hands on the move. She releases that tension when his hands grab her breasts, as if she expected them to go there. A shame, he thinks, he can’t see them, but just to feel them in his hands is well enough for him. Still, even if his hips are not the most delicate right now, he doesn’t want to hurt or surprise Celeste here. Thus, his kneading is particularly kind.

“What’re you doing?” she snaps, though it’s underscored by the moans she breaths out through every word. “This is your reward, isn’t it? You’re free to go as hard as you-oh!”

She doesn’t even finish the invitation, Chihiro’s hands getting a head start. Fully taking in the feel of her nipples, the silkiness of her chest squeezed in between his hands. Celeste moans a bit more at this added stimulation.

Chihiro’s hips maintain their tempo, his length pumping wildly in and out of Celeste. Hoping that he’s hitting all the right spots. Their moans messily spill out of them, and much louder than all moans prior. Not a care of who hears or holding back. What use keeping up façades now? They’re too caught up in the pleasure to care much anyways.

Celeste is surprised at feeling him speed up even more, thinking he was going as fast as possible for him. But she grins, for evident in his increased rhythm is the desperation. That closeness, that want to cum so hard, you’d curse the stars. She laughs as his shaft continues to bottom into her, her pussy starting to leak all over the couch. 

“I know you’re close,” she finally says. “I’d rather not keep this going on for longer than needed, so please. Whenever you wish.”

Chihiro tries to keep going. Search every nook and cranny in his brain for the will to continue. But with his shaking legs, he knows it’s useless. Any moment, he’ll give that damning thrust. That thrust that’ll demolish the dam in him. The one that makes himself go over the edge.

And sure enough, their bodies collide for one last time as he climaxes, with one final moan.

“Oh!” she moans out, feeling her partner pump a thick load into her. “Oh, yes!” 

Chihiro can feel her body react beneath his fingertips. How it shudders, how her every muscle contracts. And with the way she does, it’s clear to him that not even she predicted this. Rope after rope fills her cunt, the warmness making her cum as well, her pussy tightening and milking his cock. 

Finally, he feels all of his limbs go out, letting go of the girl and pulling out. Before he can collapse, a couple more loads blast across her back, the man hearing her flinch at the feeling. He watches her stumble up and try to walk away…but ultimately fall face first onto the couch.

Chihiro, meanwhile, stumbles back and collapses onto Celeste’s couch. For the first time since they’ve been here, the room is quiet, sans the small yet tired breaths from everyone. The boy can’t help but feel like this seat is giving him a view worthy of a king’s throne. 

It’s over.

He lowers his head. At least he can say that. This night has burdened him with thoughts. Realizations he never dreamed of awakening to. He did and said things he never wanted to say. Things he’ll have to think on for a while, do some self-introspection on. Things he even now can’t say he hates…perhaps things that a part of him is even thankful he encountered. 

But at least…it’s over. With Kings and Queens, revolutions, dares, and confessions.

It’s over now.

…and then the lab doors fly open. 

“Hey, everyone!” a breathless Tsumugi walks in holding some plastic bags, weighed with various convenience store junk foods. “I’m so sorry I’m late again, but I brought snacks as an apo-”

Everyone lifts themselves up and look at the front door, where they see a horrified Tsumugi drop her bags.

“What the f-"