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Miu's digital notepad dinged with a message.
She shuddered when she saw it was from Ouma, "great, what does the guttershite want?"
There was an image file in her inbox, "Is he sending me unsolicited dick pics?"
She tapped on it.
Big mistake.
She thought her fears were confirmed for a split second when she saw the edges of a mirror and a figure.
Then she realised what she was looking at and she almost dropped the device.
Kiibo was standing naked in front of the mirror, his back turned so she couldn't see his face, just the lean psuedo-muscles of his back and ass pulled taut.
Ouma's pale, creamy legs were wrapped tight around his hips, his chin resting on Kiibo's shoulder.
One arm was draped over his other shoulder, his hand reaching upwards, fisted in Kiibo's pale hair, his other hand holding the camera.
Part of it was hidden by the flash, but you could clearly make out the condescending, almost sinister grin plastered on Ouma's flushed face.
She stood there in shock trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
She stumbles over to her chair and all but fell into it.
Her notepad dinged again.
She must be a masochist, she clicked on it.
Ouma was on his knees between Kiibo's legs, his face buried in Kiibo's crotch, taking his dick like a pro.
Judging from the bulge in Ouma's throat, which began at the underside of his chin and stopped a couple inches above his collar bone, Kiibo was huge.
Miniscule tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
His pale face accentuated by a heavy red blush dusting his nose and cheeks.
A wet, viscous mixture of cum and saliva leaked out of the upturned corners of his mouth, dribbling down the subtle curve of his chin, neck straining with effort as he swallowed down Kiibo's orgasm.
His deep violet coloured eyes bright and brimming with malicious mirth.
Miu's face flamed, she tried desperately to hold back indignant tears.
Although she would never admit it, this was turning her on, it made her feel so disgusting, but that only heightened her arousal.
She felt hate and jealousy flare up and she glared at Ouma's smug face, frozen in place on the screen.
She mentally screamed, how dare Kokichi do this to her!
Her notepad dinged again, it was a video clip.
She gritted her teeth and pressed play with a contradictive mic of dread and hateful spite.
Ouma was laying his stomach on a bed with the camera angled over his shoulder, only showing a tiny bit of his dark plum hair in the bottom left corner of the screen.
She had a nice view of Kiibo's torso and face as he pounded into Ouma's hole, which was visible along with Ouma's lithe, almost paper white, back.
His nubile body jerking with each of Kiibo's thrusts.
Kiibo's mouth was open in a breathy moan, his eyes screwed up and a blush warming his entire face and neck.
One of his hands was gripping Ouma's hip hard enough to leave a bruise, the other was squeezing his thigh, angling his ass up so he could fuck into him easier.
Ouma moved the camera out in front of him so that his face was in view, then said "How does it feel to get cu-AH! Cucked by your boy toy?"
He gasped out betweens moans, his voice low and sultry, dripping with a deceptively sweet poison.
"You can't say it's his li-libido, he sure jumped ah-at the chance to fuck me, mm! Isn't tha-that right, kiiii~! Kiiboy?"
All he got in response from the robot in question was a high pitched moan.
Ouma smiled at the camera with an emotion just a tad too vindictive to be mischievous satisfaction.
The screen went black and Miu clicked off of it and back into messages.
She sent Ouma a text saying "you filthy whore!"
A few painful heartbeats later he replied with a smiley emoticon and then said "Sounds like somebody's jealous~ ♡"
She threw the notepad across the room with an angry shriek.
She groaned when she realised what she had just done, she got up from her chair and crossed the room, holding her breath as she stooped down and picked up the device.
She tried to turn it on and sighed in relief when the screen lit up with the powering on symbol.
It was badly cracked but not to the point of disrepair, she could live with that.
She was glad it wasn't broken because she was going to need it for the idea she just had.
She was going to have to be very convincing to get Saihara on board with this.