Miu x Kokichi

"Haha!"

Miu Iruma, the SHSL Cumdumpster, had been in such a boiling-hot rush to blusteringly bully her way into the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles' Dining Hall that she spared its doorway no mercy, blasting it back with a backhanded slap of hipsterlicious fingerless gloves that sent it rattling in its frame with a thundering crack.

A moment ago the Dining Hall had been lively with the voices of more than a dozen little sluts and studs doing their respecting yammering and teasing and flirting, but Miu's explosive entry put paid to all that. Now it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as they all looked over to the busty blonde bitch standing silhouetted triumphantly in the open doorway.

With her hands on her hips and a Junko-sized grin on her face, it really, really looked like someone was about to get raped.

"Hey limpdicks! I hope you wiped recently, 'cause I'm about to blow your fucking brains out your asses!"

Saihara blustered and burbled like the beta he was: "M - Miu, you're great, how cool as usual, why don't you come and have some lu - "

"C - C - C - C - can it, fuckboi! Do your Visual Novel shit later, we're goin' full Nukige right now! Check this out!"

To punctuate her statement, Miu not only eagerly raised an object they all immediately recognized as one of Monokuma's Memory Flashlights, but also planted the heel of her enormously-spiked boot in Saihara's crotch, grinding away while she continued to joyously orate. "Ahhh... I'm so glad I could share this great scientific breakthrough with others... It's a truly spectacular..." She continued cheering herself on as she pushed down harder, her steel-capped sole less than an inch away from ending any plans Saihara might have ever had of having children.

"I give you... the Memory Fleshlight (Name Subject To Change)!"

"What a terrible name..." murmured Rantaro, scratching his chin. "What does it do?"

Miu slunk back a little, continued to grin impishly as she clutched her new toy to her chest. Saihara's balls were allowed to breathe again, for the moment. "After we got hit by the memory beam and remembered all that stuff, I took the Flashlight back to my lab and opened it up. And this shit has more porno-potential than Bakamatsu's ovaries! Check it out! Mind control ray!"

A faint murmur passed over the room while Miu just let it happen, standing back with her arms folded, nodding along whenever she heard something she liked. They were awed, scared, and mostly mortified it might actually work.

Tenko was the first to address her directly, eyes nervously flitting from side-to-side. A Mind Control Ray would let her score some serious witch pussy, and the thought was as good as painted on her face with the way she was looking at Himiko. "Well... Obviously that's no good... What if a... a degenerate male were to get ahold of it and brainwash us poor girls into following along with their wicked, unnatural whims and..."

"Fuck outta here! Who gives a dick about that!" roared Miu. She'd never attended an Ethics class in her life, and wasn't about to start now. All she cared about was getting her rocks off, and how.

Ryoma finally set his spoon down and tapped his forehead like he had a headache coming on. "Good grief... Have you at least tested it with someone yet?"

Miu suddenly looked like she was wavering a little, expression blanking. "Wh... Of course I would have if I'd had a test subject!" She waved the tool accusingly at the tennis player. "Obviously I'm here to get a volunteer! I need someone to zap into a servile slave-stupor!"

And they were back to silence again. Had they seriously heard her right? Who here would actually allow themselves to be beamed into brainlessness and left to her devices?

“Well? Well? Are y’all cowards suddenly? Kaede, you do it!”

Kaede raised her hands in front of herself. “Holy God, no! All the excitement I need for my day is right here in this bowl of Cheerios!”

Miu aggressively jabbed the Memory Fleshlight at a few of the other bodies around the table. She turned more and more flustered, about to get seriously pissed that nobody was going to take her up on this bold new scientific journey.

And then she found a hand thrust in the air at the back of the group. Like an attentive brat sucking up to the teacher during question time, Kokichi had his arm raised up so high he was half out of his chair, fingers twisting in the air. “Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick meeee!”

Miu chewed her fingernails, suddenly looking very uncertain of herself. But hey, fuck it.

“Alright! Getcho ass up here, Ouma!”

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Soon, Miu sat on the edge of the dining table, excitedly gripping its edge in a white-knuckled grip. She looked beside herself with excitement.

Thankfully everyone had gotten their breakfasts out of the way in time: where that plus-sized derriere was concerned it was a case of move it or lose it. Anything crushed under the well-padded cheeks of Miu’s blubbery thot-bottom wouldn’t be suitable for consumption by man or beast ever again, if it could even be extricated in the first place.

Miu fanned her pink skirts out, freeing her bottom’s cushioned cheeks to squish out in every which way, and turned to Kokichi. She crossed one leg over the other and placed her fingertips on her knee, back straight and tits very much thrust out. The way she bounced her shiny black boot and wiggled the toes at Kokichi, she put them all in mind of a dominatrix who just hadn’t been paid.

“Kyahaha... Come on, Ouma, don’t be shy...”

Kokichi, to his credit, didn’t look bothered a wit. He stood opposite her in the centre of the room, arms folded behind his head as if he were feeling out one of his typical pranks. “Nishishi... Of course I’m ready whenever you are, or I wouldn’t have volunteered!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” cheered Miu, before scooping her Fleshlight up and giving Ouma a zap with the brilliant golden beam.

“Ooh!”

“Ohh...”

“Awawawawa!”

“What will we do if it works? Is this Monokuma’s new motive, to kill Miu before we die of shame?”

“Even in the face of Miu’s perversion, we need to stick together!”

When the light died down, Miu placed the flashlight back down and coldly regarded the cutie before her. Pretty little Kokichi looked no different of course... other than an absence of the light that had previously existed behind his eyes.

It put Miu in mind of a zombie. A dull, dim-witted creature with no thoughts of its own.

In other words, she felt immensely sexy and powerful and turned on.

“Mmhm. Looks like it worked. Ouma, cluck like a chicken, would you?”

Kokichi wavered a little, seemingly lost between this dimension and some other place... then he cocked his arms on either side, thrusting his elbows back. He started stalking exaggeratedly around the dining hall, pecking at the ground. “Kok-ku-kaw! Kok-ku-kaw!”

Miu laughed giddily, clapping her hands together. “It worked!”

Shuichi grimaced. “You mean you weren’t sure if it was going to work?”

Miu twisted a finger in her golden tresses. “Uhh... Duh, of course it was going to work! I invented it, Fartbrain! You’re almost as dumb as this guy!”

“Kok-ku-kaw!” agreed Kokichi.

“Alright, now we need to test some deeper stuff to make sure it goes all the way! Which means...”

Kirumi cleared her throat. “I hope you’re not about to suggest something perverse, Miss Iru - “

“Take your pants off!” Miu shouted at Kokichi.

Tojo simply sighed and lowered her hand. “Yes, well. Very good, I suppose...”

Miu grinned like the bimbo she was as Kokichi dropped pants, baring a rather full-looking pair of boxer shorts that would have made her slutty heart throb under any other circumstances. But as it was she attempted to retain a slight degree of decency and called him over to her, inviting him right into the spider’s den.

An unmistakable change began in Miu’s behaviour. The more orders her new boytoy obeyed, the more smug and self-satisfied she became, thoroughly enjoying having someone at her beck and call like this. She also, somewhat inevitably, became much more forward and much, much more raunchy. “Ooh, he’s so ready to come when I call... I wonder... Could it be you’re after this?”

While the others watched, Miu fanned her thick, thick thighs apart, the tight leather mesh holding her boots up creaking as it did its best to work with the hand life had dealt it: namely keeping all that creamy female flesh under wraps for just a little bit longer. Miu kicked a leg out in either direction, spreading them wide apart and exposing her silky black lingerie to Kokichi.

Did that filth-brained maniac scientist ever feel hot right now. She was showing him everything and he just continued staring forwards in that dumb, brainless way. Sure as fuck, mind control was the best. So Miu just spread her legs a little wider, showing him more of the hot-spot between her legs. “Wow... He’s not responding at all. I’m a fuckin’ genius!”

“Come ‘ere!” she ordered.

Kokichi came a little closer.

“Closer!” she barked.

His head was all but between her thighs now.

So Miu put it there.

She locked her hands together around his collar and unexpectedly half-dragged, half-hauled Kokichi face-first into her pussy. To her scientific way of thinking, this was just another test to verify the device... but to the bratty, horny teen girl, she needed this more than ever. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself in her utterly excited state.

“Don’t pussyfoot around! Get in there!” she howled, before snapping her legs together, planting her massive black boots on Kokichi’s back and crushing his head between her thighs. Under normal circumstances any other guy would have squirmed and cried out, but he just continued to docilely lay between her legs and be buffeted about by her ministrations.

“Kyahaha! I wanna crush you like a bug!” the dirty deviant moaned, rolling her head around wildly and moaning like a whore. She stared down at the “headless” figure between her legs with open-faced mirth and sadism, lost in the pleasure of seeing Kokichi’s body end at the neck up. All while feeling that bushy head of purple hair needling her thighs, of course!

And there was another sensation to be considered... Having him down there, face-first in her pussy felt absolutely intoxicating. Every time Miu tightened her thighs to crush him, the presence of a human body between her meaty legs excited Miu in a sleazy way, every little feather brush along her legs and over her thong-clad puss keeping her on edge. If she had been in private, she’d definitely have worked herself to a squealing whoregasm right then and there... Agh, why had she brought everyone here again?

But just because she couldn’t cum, didn’t mean someone else couldn’t...

“Alright, Kokichi! Get that dick out and jack off! Right now!”

Maki slammed her hands on the table and scraped her chair back. “I’m leaving. Come on Kaito.”

“But...” began Kaito.

“Do you wanna die?”

But Kokichi hadn’t moved between Miu’s legs. She frowned, tilting her neck. “Hey! Idiot! You alive down there? Follow your orders! Get your stiffy out!”

She unfolded her legs from around Kokichi’s neck. Everyone around her held their breath, wondering if this was about to actually turn into the grade-A filthiness Miu had promised them all. Even Maki had frozen, watching silently.

With Miu having spread her legs again, planting her boots on the chairs to either side of Kokichi, he was free to move under her gaze again. But he didn’t do much of anything like that, he just knelt, frozen, eyes fixated on the naughty, soaking-wet spot between Miu’s thighs. God she just wanted to keep going. She’d never been this wet before. She just wanted to cum and Kokichi had chosen a really bad time to go deaf...

So she snapped at him. “Hey! Idiot! Can’t you hear me?”

She hauled Kokichi’s face up, and instantly regretted it. He wore a ghoulish look of sadistic pleasure to rival her own of just a few minutes ago.

“Uso da yo!”

Miu clamped her thighs back together, actually intending to kill him this time.