Kaede Akamatsu Rapes 'Em All

DON’T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T BEAT DANGANRONPA V3, IT SPOILS THE ENDING IN LIKE THE FIRST PARAGRAPH

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Somewhere deep within Danganronpa Team Headquarters, tireless employees were hard at working putting the finishing touches on the world's favourite killing game: Danganronpa.

"Everything's ready to go, Miss Shirogane. The simulation will start the moment you authorize it."

"Go ahead!" called a cold, cocky, cold-cocked plain girl, the plainest of them all. She was beside herself with amusement at knowing her deadly, dangerous show would soon unfold.

There was a click as the simulation whirred to life. Shirogane-san rushed out the door with memory flashlights in hand to begin her big entrance.

"Hmm... Although now I look at it, aren't these readings for Akamatsu a little strange...?" asked the tech.

The man beside him glanced over at the readings for the contestants. He'd noted earlier that hormone and arousal levels were a little higher than normal, but it hadn't really occurred to him as anything that should be paid any mind. Teens will be teens and all.

But now those hormone levels were far above their basic resting levels. And now they were picking up unusual deviancy levels as well...

The tech had figured out their critical error, but it was too late now. The memory flashlights had been developed to wipe clear every last trace of the player’s original memories and thoughts, but some urges could be so deeply-planted in the human mind that no amount of brainwashing would remove them.

“A Fujoshi...” he murmured in a horrified voice. “A real, live Fujoshi bitch... She’s rotten to the core!”

“Awha?”

“There’s a Fujoshi among the pretty anime boys!”

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Bang! Bang-bang-bang!

Saihara Shuichi opened his eyes. He came to jammed into a cramped, uncomfortable locker in a classroom in the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles. He was aware of a very close-by banging sound emanating from the locker beside him.

What was going on?

Suddenly, without any warning, the door of the locker beside him flew open and... something... tumbled out. Saihara almost released a wail of utter distress, one to really strain a Japanese voice actresses’ lungs, but he was able to remain quiet.

It was a girl. A beautiful girl. A beautiful, blonde leggy girl in a pink school uniform with miniskirt. She was the kind of girl Shuichi would have paid his life savings to lick her shadow under normal circumstances, so why was he suddenly feeling so put off?

Maybe it was something in her body language. The way she prowled around the classroom, snorting the air, licking her greedy lips as she tittered luridly over some perverse daydream. She slinked about like a tomcat in heat, and eventually made her way over to the locker he was still trapped in.

“Boy... I smell a boy... Hello in there~?”

“Eee... Ah! H - Hello!”

She swung the locker door open, grinning wretchedly as she did so. Rather than helping him out of the locker, the top-heavy debutante thrust herself forwards, squeezing her breasts into the locker’s interior and flattening them against Shuichi’s chest. “It looks nice in here... Mind if I join you?” she asked, wiping a trickle of drool from her pink porcelain lips.

Then she was kissing him. Pressing her soft mouth against his, revelling not just in the perfection of his body, but also, apparently, her own.

I’m so sexy now... I love the Killing Game... I love the Killing Game!!!

Shuichi felt his pants being unzipped and realized this girl hadn’t even told him her name yet. But then the locker slammed shut behind them, locking the pair in the cramped, sweaty space. His cock popped free of his pants and then it wasn’t his cock anymore. It was hers.

“For a boy with a face like this, you’ve got a nice thick one...”

Kaede started moaning shortly after it was inside her. Her cries echoed down the Academy’s halls for hours, while the other boys universally felt chills crawl down their spines.

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Rantaro Amami had been on his way to investigate the secret door in the library, when a strange camera flash had distracted him. Creeping over to the edge of the room, he found a camera nestled in amongst the bookshelves.

“A camera... That’s weird. What’s this doing here?” he mused aloud, standing up... and then being struck suddenly from a great, ponderous, and well-rounded weight from above.

A curvy slut plummeted from the top-shelf, dropping butt-first directly onto the SHSL ??? and knocking him out cold. Having already thoroughly spoiled herself for marriage with Shuichi, Kaede sweated all over at the thought of going for seconds. Her skimpy school uniform plastered to her supple, overdeveloped body as she snatched the camera, perching herself over Rantaro.

“Oops... Guess I knocked him out cold... Well, I’ll just start now and he can consent later!”

In the end, she used every roll of film in the camera. The initial shots showed the lovely, horny blonde flashing peace signs alongside Rantaro’s unconscious body, fishing his dick out and putting her forearm alongside it for comparisons. Then she progressed to squatting over him, panties tugged to one side and with a hand behind her for support, clutching the camera awkwardly as she fed his lengthy, plump dick into that thick-lipped pussy. In raping boys, her meaty pussy was the Pianist’s most fearsome weapon... a gooey, steamy slit that sucked you in and didn’t let you pull out till you’d finished. It was the perfect pussy for such a deviant girl.

“Hhh... Oh my gosh... This dick... A dashing boy’s dick...” Kaede squatted over Rantaro like she was using the bathroom, furiously shaking her hips up and down. The more his oversized dick scraped her insides, the more flustered she felt.

“Accept this blushing maiden’s love confession, my dear Otome Prince!”

“He’s unconscious, you stupid bitch!” hissed a severely pissed-off Tsumugi from the privacy of her secret room. She chewed her fingernails so forcefully she’d soon need a new pair!

She was losing her mind... and he lost his when he came to.

“What... What the...!”

Kaede just grinned down at him. “Sorry! Helped myself! You know how ditzy we girls get!”

Tsumugi could only watch, cucked again!

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“And for my next trick... The Great Mage Himiko will remove Ryoma Hoshi’s bonds before he’s dropped into this glass water tank currently occupied by a ravenous, in-heat Fujoshi bitch!”

The audience of onlooking girls clapped appreciatively, fully aware of the dangers. The boys squirmed and looked uncomfortable for the dangling Ryoma. Still, Himiko said she’d practised this trick before. It should be fine.

Angie cheered Himiko on as she screwed the trick up completely, dropping the poor tennis star into the pool with an out-of-control, bikini-clad rotten woman. She was on him faster than any piranha, rushing around him in circles, looking on at him with wild eyes.

“Even a guy like Ryoma isn’t safe...” murmured Shuichi. Rantaro nodded beside him.

Ryoma’s pants floated to the surface. A moment later, he broke the water level as well, clinging to the pool’s edge, but Kaede just hugged him from behind. She braced her feet on the pool’s edge and tugged his member backwards, enthusiastically helping herself.

“Ah!” said Himiko. “He’s almost escaped! Half of him escaped! It’s my trick!”

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Korekiyo had long since fled to his Anthropology Lab, barricading himself in shortly after the magic show. Deep in his heart, he had always known the women he met in his day-to-day life were not for such casual, animalistic interactions... His heart belonged to one woman, and one woman only.

His dear, beloved sister...

Therefore, the moment the heated Akamatsu-bitch's sex pheromones had assaulted his delicate nostrils, and her advances on him had begun in earnest, he knew desperate measures had been called for. Now, having barricaded himself in with wooden boards nailed across the doors, Korekiyo could finally relax.

"Hahh... There are limits to how much even I want to understand about humans..."

But tall, dark and mysterious men were exactly one of Kaede's favourite types. If he assumed physical barriers would be enough to keep her at bay, he was about to have a very rude awakening.

Korekiyo was contemplating his next move when an icy wind rushed through his lab. It chilled him to the bone.

More to the point, the whipping winds also extinguished the few candles he’d lit, plunging the room into darkness. He wrapped his arms about himself, shivering in the dark.

Still, Our Boy was not one to go quietly to his doom. As the shutters began to rattle and the wind began to howl, he rushed about the room, preparing a defensive Seesaw in case of attacker... or to preemptively excuse himself from this mortal coil if need be.

But it was not to be! The whole room shook and thundered as a spectral green mist started to materialize before the Anthropologist’s eyes, driving him back into the corner. It drew closer and closer, taking shape... until a terrifying visage of dread formed over Korekiyo: Kaede Akamatsu.

“How... Why...” he blundered, lost for words, eyes darting in every direction for a way out. The spectral Kaede just laughed.

“Korekiyo Shingujiiii... Your misdeeds against women, told to me through spirits by your own Seances, are numerous and storied... I have come here channelling the spirits of those good women you killeddddd...”

“Guh! Are you here to kill me?”

“Such a fate is what they wished!” moaned the spirit, wriggling gooey green fingers at him under her conceited smile. “But for a pretty, mysterious boy like you, I convinced them rape would be a much more fitting punishment!”

Her eyes sparkled. “Isn’t that great?”

“How?”

“Because you’re hot!”

“No!”

“You’re a hot boy! They wanna see you sweating and panting!”

Korekiyo turned, beginning to crawl away. But it was too late. One by one, more vengeful spirits crept in around the occultist, tearing his clothes off, wrenching his mask away... and the spooky Kaede was already dropping panties, dissolving them into a puff of ectoplasm as if they’d never existed at all. She grinned a shiteating grin as she lowered herself down onto him, engulfing his poor shaft in steamy, incorporeal nethers, teasing it with feather-light whispers of sensation conjured from the spirit realm.

He thrust a hand up, hoping to call on his dear, sweet sister in his time of need... only to be illuminated by a vision of a distant spirit, as nude as he was, keeled over on the ground with a dildo jammed up somewhere inappropriate.

Outside, the other men folded their arms and shook their heads. “She even got Korekiyo...”

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The rest of the boys followed in short order. Gonta got gotted while in Miu’s Virtual World, Kaede not even giving him time to log out before she crawled into the giant’s lap and started polishing his tree-trunk dick. Kokichi and Kaito tried to squirrel themselves away in an open Exisal they found, but the pilot’s seat was made for a Monokub and barely fit one of them, let alone both of them! She found the boys with their butts hanging out and Miu’s handy-dandy Electro Strap-On did the rest.

Soon, Kaede had fucked all the boys.

All but one.

“Now I’m gonna fuck that robot!” announced Kaede with bright eyes and a winning grin.

“Wait!” burbled a maddened, half-witted Tsumugi Shirogane, foaming at the mouth after having her Otome setting hijacked by this bitchy piece of shit opposite her.

“First I have something to tell you! I’ll get you back for this... you jizz-hound!”

She summoned everyone to the Class Trial Grounds in short order.

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“... And that’s why this is all HICKSHUN. You’re all my puppets!”

Kaede could hardly believe her ears. She stood at her podium at the end of the Class Trial room, looking across at Tsumugi. Most of the other seats were unoccupied, due to the boys all being gathered around behind her where she could occasionally grope their crotches or have them make out for her amusement.

But now her full attention was focussed on Tsumugi.

“Bullshit!”

“Ahaha... Deny it all you like! That look suits a stupid, dull-witted girl like you!”

Kaede thrust her finger out. “No, that’s wrong!”

“Tell me how I can be wrong then, you blonde thot!”

Kaede carried on, undisturbed. “I won’t accept this is fake... All those cocks inside me felt way too good! They were big... and hard... and belonged to sexy boys! As long as fucking cute anime boys feels this good, I know this is real!”

“You can’t fool me with fake dicks!”

The Danganronpa Team techs were utterly taken aback by Kaede’s stern words. “She’s right! We don’t exist!” they cried, blasted clean out of existence.

Mugi-Tsumugi-Oogie Moogie "The Moogs" Shirogane sagged, deprived of all strength to fight back. She couldn’t beat a real woman like Kaede. She was about ready to concede her loss, when Kaede did it for her, body-slamming her into the ground.

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With Class Trials no longer required in Akamatsu’s Perfect Boy-Love Paradise, there was no need for a Monokuma either. Kaede now languished lazily upon the bear’s throne, surrounded on all sides by her lovely boy-toy harem. Handsome studs of various shapes and sizes crowded around her feet in nothing but the skimpy outfits she’d selected for them, as well as a few collars here and there. Collars attached to the leashes she clutched in her iron fist.

“Yahaha! Now this is more like it! The Killing Game is over, and all the world’s cute boys belong to me!”

“We love you Mistress Kaede!” moaned her adoring harem of boys.

“And someone get me Keebo!”