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Monika stared down at the panel in front of her. Folders upon folders of increasingly specific parts of her world unraveled upon themselves as she swiped through, exploring the collections of terribly organized files. She’d started spending her mornings like this a while ago, just looking through all the things that made up her reality. The things she could change with a flick of her wrist.
Her eyes widened as she stumbled upon one folder in particular. Simply entitled “clothing.cnpt” (Monika had previously figured out that cnpt stood for “concept”), it caught her eye immediately. If she took this out, would it…? She shook her head. No, no, something like that could cause disastrous ripple effects. It’d have to remove all the clothes, remove everyone’s memory of there ever being such a thing… as… clothes…
Monika turned to the clock. She’d have to start getting ready to leave soon. Tapping her finger on the desk, Monika hummed to herself in thought. She could always just put it back in later, right? No harm, no foul. She’d have her fun, and everything would be back to normal by the next day. Yeah. Right. Ok. Having thoroughly convinced herself that things would be totally fine, Monika held her finger to the screen and swiped the file into another folder.
The world itself seemed to stutter around her, slowing under the weight of the change it had been given. As soon as it had started, however, it stabilized itself once more… and in an instant, Monika felt the air on her bare skin. She sucked in a breath. This was exactly what she expected to happen, but still… she shuddered in the cold morning air. A look into her drawers confirmed it: absolutely nothing.
Her eyes glanced back to the panel, left hovering over her desk. She could still put the file back in now. Pretend this never happened.
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Monika left to prepare for classes.
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The walk to classes was, unfortunately, mostly uneventful. Shockingly few NPCs out and about, though she did pass by one naked jogger… and lost several seconds to watching the sweat drip down them as they left. For a moment, she was almost tempted to jog after them, but she shook her head and continued on. They weren’t the main event here.
Even if classes weren’t the main event either, Monika still found herself distracted for every moment of every lesson- and the moments between them too, really. Naked bodies brushing against her in the halls, rows upon rows of eye candy sitting in class, classmates bending over for dropped pens… she felt sorry for whoever had to deal with the state she left her seats in.
After hours of sitting through it all, flustered beyond belief, Monika finally found herself alone in the music room with a moment to herself. If seeing so many practically faceless strangers got her this worked up already… her cock throbbed against her thigh. Monika stood up, turning towards the door and leaving. She was late for the literature club anyway. It was time for the main event.
Standing in front of the door to the club, Monika took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and opened the door.
Her eyes immediately locked onto Yuri- because she was just across from the door, and absolutely not for any more unsavory reasons. She sat on the floor with her back to the wall, legs crossed as she held a book up close to her face. Her breasts- massive, but it’s not like she didn’t already know that- hung below her arms, and an almost equally proportioned cock lay limp on her thigh. Monika had seen Yuri sit like this before as a way to help with her posture- apparently, the new-found nonexistence of bras made the issue crop up again. She made a mental note to tweak the code and help with that later.
Monika’s head, by some miracle, managed to turn to Sayori, who was sitting at a desk doodling on a piece of paper. Her legs kicked below her, consequently making her boobs bounce to the same rhythm she was humming to herself. Looking up from her art, Sayori waved her over. Monika swallowed. Right. Club president. Be cool.
“Hi Monika! Busy practicing piano again?” As she walked over to Sayori’s side, Monika managed to see her cock hanging softly between her legs. In spite of herself, Monika’s eyes drifted down to her own length to compare and noted that it was visibly smaller. Sayori and especially Yuri were both obviously bigger than her. Part of her hoped that this wouldn’t become a trend… that reminded her, actually. “Where’s Natsuki?”
Sayori pointed towards the closet door. “She’s reading in there. Her and Yuri got into an argument earlier. I didn’t get to do much before she stormed off in there, ehehe…” Slowly, Monika nodded, immediately picking up her intent. “You think I should talk to her?” She wanted to see Natsuki anyway, but a sense of presidential duty carried her now too. Even if it was mostly just wanting to see the third and final of her breast friends naked- of her breast friends– her breast frie- fuck.
While Monika’s brain tangled upon itself while staring at Sayori, the coral-haired girl stood up, grinning wide. “That sounds perfect! Thanks, Moni. You’re the best.” Monika blinked, coming to at the mention of her name. Before she had a chance to respond, however, Sayori went in for a hug, immediately stopping every train of thought she was having in their tracks. She rubbed against Monika, their breasts squeezing against each other and cocks rubbing against their thighs. If Sayori noticed how unbearably hard Monika was, she didn’t say anything about it.
Eventually, Sayori pulled away with a “Good luck!” and turned to walk towards Yuri, leaving Monika to slowly pull herself towards the closet as her brain started back up again. In retrospect, she should’ve seen this coming. Sayori hugged every member of the club at least once per day, and usually more. Nevertheless, the feeling glued itself to her brain as she entered the closet.
Natsuki’s head immediately turned towards Monika. She sat on the floor, both legs bent with one pointing up and the other resting on the ground. She held a manga in her hands, which she immediately made a point to turn away from Monika- accidentally giving her a prime view of her ass as she did, just thick enough to make the club president sweat at the sight of it without looking disproportionate on her short body. Of course, that wasn’t the only part of her that was easily visible.
Monika cursed. Natsuki was just as if not more hung than Yuri. …And hard?
“What do you want?” Monika snapped out of her internal lament, locking eyes with Natsuki- immediate mistake. She felt herself twitch. Standing up straight and keeping her face as normal as she could, Monika took a deep breath. “Sayori told me that you and Yuri got into a fight again. Do you wanna…?” She would’ve trailed off in this situation normally, let alone while trying to focus on not squirming where she stood.
Natsuki shook her head. “I’ll calm down by the time we have to share poems. I just wanna be alone right now.” Biting her lip, Monika looked to the side… before immediately locking them back onto Natsuki’s body. Natsuki stared up at her expectantly, clearly waiting for Monika to leave before returning to her manga… hang on. Mustering her courage, she asked a question that had been on her mind since she’d entered. “Why are you hard?”
Natsuki’s cock twitched.
Immediately, Natsuki burst into a flustered stammering. “Wh- Y- You can’t just ask someone that! What the hell, Monika?” Taking a step back, Monika laughed nervously. So clearly that kind of thing still didn’t fly… though. Hm. “Sorry, sorry! I was just… well…” She trailed off, half intentionally to buy her some time as Natsuki glared at her. One of her hands brought up a menu and began flicking through it as fast as she could. She remembered seeing the file, she remembered where it was, she just had to… there. “shame.cnpt”. She shoved it away into another folder without hesitation.
The world stuttered once again, garbling the start of Monika’s sentence. “IIIIiiiIIIiiiiI was just curious. Yuri and Sayori weren’t hard when I came in, so…” She offered a nervous smile. Natsuki sighed, rolling her eyes. “Really? Ugh, fine.” Natsuki held up her manga, and even with her suspicions, Monika’s eyes widened. She kept this in the school…?
An idea popped into Monika’s head- one she felt like she should’ve been more worried about doing. She sat down next to Natsuki, who eyed her cautiously. “Can I read with you?” Natsuki blinked, once, twice, before putting on a smug smirk. “Finally interested in giving manga a try, huh? Knew I could wear you down.” She shuffled over, rubbing against Monika as she gave her a better view of the panels.
“Thankfully, this issue is pretty early in the series. To get you up to speed…” Monika zoned out as Natsuki began her recounting. Even just sitting there with their bodies pressed against one another was sending her into a frenzy. If Natsuki had any thoughts about how much she was shaking, she didn’t voice them, instead choosing to focus on the reading. Monika winced as she felt herself throb. She was getting so hard it hurt… maybe she could…?
As Monika spent a moment debating with herself, Natsuki beat her to it. After lingering on one page in particular, she took one hand away from the book, immediately drawing Monika’s attention out of her stupor. After a long, drawn out moment, her hand found her dick. Natsuki started to jerk off, breaking into heavy breaths and soft whimpers right next to Monika. Her jaw dropped.
For a while, they just sat there, Natsuki masturbating to the page while Monika watched. It wasn’t long, however, before she noticed her staring. “W-What? You want me to j-jerk you off too or s-something?” Monika’s voice hitched in her throat, shocked by the sudden forwardness towards her. As Natsuki turned away, clearly not serious about her suggestion, Monika swallowed and brought her hand to her own cock.
Monika stared at Natsuki as they jerked off, watching her intently. While she was clearly getting off to the manga, occasionally, she snuck glances towards Monika before turning back to the book. Something in Monika’s heart throbbed as she stroked her cock. Was this… jealousy? She wasn’t in love with Natsuki or anything, but her getting off to the page instead of Monika, right here masturbating with her, was getting to her. And she wanted to do something about it.
Rolling over, Monika sat above Natsuki, making her move the manga out of the way in the process. “E-EH???? Monika, what the ffffufkcvmlboobmkl-” Natsuki’s pleas were cut off as Monika leaned forward, shoving her boobs into her face. Her cock throbbed up against Natsuki’s as they touched, pressing them between their stomachs. “You have the hottest girl in the school- not my words-” They totally were her words. “-jerking off inches away from you, and you stare at some black-and-white pictures instead? Come on… your dick may be bigger than mine, but I’m still going to make you cum gallons of cream all over both of us. The girls in that manga don’t even have dicks!” She sucked in a breath. Holy fuck, where did this Monika come from?
Natsuki opened her mouth for what was sure to be a well-thought-out and clever retort, but was tragically interrupted by Monika shoving her back into her breasts. At the same time, she began to move up and down, rubbing their dicks against each other in between their stomachs. Natsuki moaned into her breasts, immediately shattering any sense of control over the situation as Monika held her close. Speaking of… “Ssshit, I’m getting close already.” Monika ceased all movement, to the immediate dismay of the girl between her tits. “Anything you wanna say to your club president~?” Their cocks throbbed together as she pulled back slightly, giving Natsuki a chance to breathe. And speak.
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“F-Fucking whore.”
Monika pulled Natsuki back into her chest as they both came on the spot, semen building between their stomachs and flowing out through the sides. A… a lot of it actually. Through the haze of orgasm, Monika’s heart beat faster than ever. As much as she’d love to say half of this was hers… was Natsuki’s output really this intense? She came even harder at the thought, squeezing Natsuki closer- and inadvertently making the cum between them squish out in a swift burst.
They sat there for a moment, Monika’s arms wrapped around Natsuki, swaying slightly in place as their cocks throbbed out the last of their goo. Monika’s heavy breaths tickled the back of Natsuki’s hair, and Natsuki… started struggling against Monika. Oh. Right. Probably hard to breathe in there. They broke apart, the remaining cum trapped between them finally sliding onto the floor as Natsuki took in some deep breaths.
Monika giggled apologetically, bringing a hand to the back of her head. “Sorry! I didn’t… expect us to cum that long.” She smiled at Natsuki, who stared at her in stunned silence before crashing backwards onto the floor. Leaning over, Monika held a hand over her mouth as she loomed over the pink-haired girl. “Was I that intense? I didn’t think one shot wou-” A hand thrust up, shushing her. “Don’t rub it in.”
A pause, before Monika laughed. “I don't know what you mean. I thought you liked my rubbing~?” Natsuki choked on her own breath as the taller girl got up. She attempted to follow suit… and immediately stumbled back down again. Monika looked down at her, concerned. “Are you ok, Natsuki?” She rolled onto her back, staring up and groaning. “This happens every time I cum. Give me like… five minutes.” Monika’s eyes widened. Every… every time?
Trying to not look like a complete blushing mess- and failing- Monika moved for the closet door and grabbed the handle. She paused, however, wincing as she remembered what she had to do. “Oh, yeah, um… you should probably apologize to Yuri once you’re back on your feet.” Lazily, Natsuki’s head turned towards her, squinting for a moment before rolling her eyes. “...Fine.” With a relieved sigh, Monika turned around and exited the closet.
“Woaaaahhhh! Fire-breathing salamanders…” Sayori and Yuri sat across from each other, parked in desks with their fronts pushed together. The former leaned on her arm attentively, as the latter held a book in her hands. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to Monika- Sayori got Yuri to read portions of her books to her all the time- but there was something different this time. The purple-haired girl seemed to be squirming in her seat.
As her eyes drifted down- mostly towards Sayori’s ass, which was directly jutting out of the desk towards her- Monika’s eyes latched onto a movement under the makeshift table. Her eyes widened. Sayori was gently rubbing her feet up and down Yuri’s length, eliciting moans and stutters out of her as she attempted to read. Almost automatically, Monika stepped forward to get a better look, causing Yuri to glance at her and Sayori to follow her gaze.
Raising her arm and waving Monika over, Sayori grinned. “Hiiiii Moni! I’d ask how things went with Nats, but…” Looking down, Monika realized that she still had… a lot of cum painting her. She was going to need a long, long shower later. For now, she pulled up a seat and sat down, in just the right spot to watch what was going on under the desks. Even as she looked towards Monika and kept talking, Sayori didn’t stop pawing at Yuri’s cock with her feet for even a second. “Yuri was just reading me… umm… oh! Fahrenheit 491, right?”
Immediately, both of her feet lunged, latching onto her cock and eliciting a moan from Yuri. “U-uhnn….. 451. I-It’s Fahrenheit 451……” Sayori just giggled, clearly ignoring her moans on purpose- in fact, Monika was pretty sure she could read the book cover from there. A shiver went up her spine as Yuri continued reading through wails of pleasure. Sayori was kind of scary.
Her cock stood up straight. Scary and hot enough to help her refractory period along, apparently. Immediately, Sayori took notice, smirking at her and making Monika gulp. “Oh! You want a hand with that, Moni?” She waved her hand around a bit. “Aha, get it…? Hand. For your cock.” As much as she wanted to dive into the offer, however, she shook her head. “I’ll. Just watch.” She gave the best smile she could. Moving over next to Sayori would mean giving up the view. The coral-haired girl just shrugged. “Suit yourself! You were saying, Yuri?”
As Yuri cleared her throat and started reading once more, Monika’s hand drifted down and latched onto her dick. She jerked off slowly, more focused on absorbing the scene in front of her than pleasuring herself for now. Sayori’s feet softly stroked along Yuri’s length, as if she had done this a hundred times before, occasionally pressing it between her soles and squeezing down. What really got to her, however, were the sounds. Yuri was doing the best she could to read from the book, but it was impossible for her to resist choking out a moan or a squeak through the pleasure. Even as she sat there, quivering and squirming, she tried to act like nothing was wrong. Feeling her breathing grow heavier, Monika sped up.
Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming reverberated through the room. All three heads snapped towards the closet doorway, where Natsuki stood, glaring at them with her hand on her hip. “Come on, guys. I spend five minutes in the closet, and when I come out here, all of you are fucking masturbating…” She walked forwards, seemingly heading straight for Monika. “...without me?” Her hand latches onto an open chair, pulling it forwards slightly… before sighing and pushing it back in as Sayori let out a nervous laugh. “Ehehe, sorry! You want me to help you catch up with the rest of us?
“I can jerk my own dick, thank you very much.” With that, Natsuki turned and took her seat. Right on Monika’s quivering lap. Shaking as her cock sat between Natsuki’s cheeks, Monika looked up to see her glancing back at her. “The chairs here suck. Don’t know how you guy’s can stay hard in those fucking things…” Monika swallowed hard. “I…suppose that makes sense. I can’t really touch myself like this, though.” Groaning as she began to stroke herself, Natsuki took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine. I’ll help.”
Monika had a split second to process what Natsuki said before the pink-haired girl started moving. Freezing up, she moaned as the full force of her friend’s assflesh wrapped around and rubbed against her cock. The sound of Sayori giggling reached her ears, but she was in no position to care, fully immersed in the feeling consuming her crotch. Any attempt at moving was futile- Natsuki was shockingly heavy- leaving her to just sit there and take it. Not that she had much reason to mind.
Craning her head past the shortstack in her lap- taking a painful moment to tear her eyes off Natsuki’s ass- Monika once again watched the scene between Yuri and Sayori. She turned her gaze towards the purple-haired girl, who immediately glanced over to lock eyes with her. Seems they were both at the mercy of their fellow club members. Breathing heavily, Monika offered her a slight smile. Yuri’s eyes widened. Her moaning crescendoed.
Sayori tightened her feet around Yuri’s cock, speeding up as the bookworm reached orgasm. Cum shot out, painting the bottom of the desks white. Sayori giggled, keeping up stroking with one foot while the other pressed against Yuri’s balls, feeling as they churned out babybatter. Slowly, as she neared the end of her orgasm, the cum began to drip back down, landing all over Sayori’s legs. She just hummed cheerily in response.
As she watched Yuri slump back into her seat, exhausted for the moment, something occurred to Monika. Grunting, she manifested all the willpower she had to tap Natsuki’s thigh, making the pink-haired girl glance back at her. “I-I’m sorry, but could you get off of me? I need to talk to…” Her eyes glanced over to Sayori. Rolling her eyes, Natsuki groaned, sliding off of her lap and opting to walk towards Yuri in the meantime. While still stroking her dick.
Tilting her head at Monika’s approach, Sayori smiled, immediately staring at her cock. “Oh! Did you want my help getting off too? I haven’t gotten to suck any of you off yet, so maybe I cou-” Her offerings were cut short by Monika grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the chair. Immediately, she was pushed back onto the desks, laid out with legs spread. “H-Huh? Moni, what are you-”
Holding a finger to her lips, Monika lined herself up with Sayori’s entrance. “You’re the only one who hasn’t cum today, aren’t you? Ahaha… even now, you’re trying to keep everyone else happy…” She leaned in closer, hovering overhead. “But you need release too.” Sayori opened her mouth, but whether it was to agree or disagree didn’t matter. Monika clasped a hand over her mouth and pushed into her asshole.
Immediately, Sayori’s walls tightened around Monika’s cock as she slid in. Grunting, she released her hand from Sayori’s mouth, instead opting to latch onto her hips for support. She thrusted in and out as Sayori’s cock bounced with her movements, slapping against their stomachs loudly. One of the coral-haired girl's hands reached out towards it, but it was quickly pinned back to the desk. “Just let me do all the work, ok~?”
As much as she wanted to maximize the pleasure for both of them, Monika was already struggling to avoid cumming. She breathed heavily, her already sensitive dick being squeezed from all sides. She needed a distraction- which arrived just in time, as Yuri came up to the desk cock in hand to watch. Smiling, Monika’s eyes glanced towards her. “Back up already?” Scoffing with a smirk, the purple-haired girl looked down behind her. “Not all of us collapse immediately after ejaculating.”
Following Yuri’s gaze, Monika’s eyes widened at the sight of Natsuki, kneeled down with her face buried within the bookworm’s asscheeks. Her cock twitched inside of Sayori. Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to keep her from cumming after all. Regardless, she looked back to Yuri, offering a smile and a slight chuckle. “Guess we ended up turning the tables on them, huh?” A quiet hum of agreement was the only response.
Turning back to Sayori, Monika let out a breathy moan. She wasn’t going to last much longer… her hands pulled away from Sayori’s wrists. If she couldn’t keep herself from cumming, she just had to make sure her vice president came first. Sayori’s eyes widened as Monika’s hand grabbed her cock. For a moment, her hand just sat there, squeezing and feeling the blood pumping through it. And then it started to move. Fast.
Arching her head back and crying out, Sayori’s fingers clenched tight, squeezing into fists as she tensed up. Monika slammed into her vice president harder than ever as she jerked her off. Letting a strained whine escape her lips, Monika tightened up, doing everything she could to avoid cumming first. She looked ahead, just as Sayori brought her head back up and stared at her. Stared at her with the most beautiful look in her eyes. “M-Moni… I’m gonna…”
Monika came on the spot.
A split second after, Sayori came too, moaning as loud as she could as hot cum flooded her ass. Crashing forwards, Monika pressed her mouth against Sayori’s, letting the coral-haired girl’s spunk spread out between their stomachs. Her legs lurched up to wrap around Monika’s torso, squeezing her close- it’s a miracle the makeshift table beneath them held, frankly. Lips locked, the club president sighed into the kiss. She may have cum first, but… it was close enough that it didn’t really matter. This felt right.
Even as their shared orgasm began to reach its end, the two lay there for a moment, basking in the bliss of the afterglow… before the sound of a throat clearing. As it turns out, the two desks absolutely were not holding them up on their own. Yuri and Natsuki had lurched forward to keep them upright. Slowly pulling away from Sayori as a trail of saliva was drawn between them, Monika giggled awkwardly. “Sorry guys. Thank you.”
Natsuki glared at her silently. Yuri spoke up in her place. “Please get off the desk.”
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Monika smiled to herself in the empty classroom, staring down at the sheet of paper in front of her. The day had gone on long past that, to the point that Natsuki jokingly suggested tallying how many times everyone came… and Sayori actually committed.
MONIKA 6 (She smiled to herself. Second best!)
YURI 5 (The first to leave, actually. Not too early, but she had to deal with homework. Shame.)
NATSUKI 3 (Not to say that the day wasn’t pleasurable for her- she edged a lot to keep herself from collapsing.)
SAYORI ? (Monika giggled. Sayori had lost track, and everyone else had completely different accounts of how much she’d came. Oh well!)
Sighing, Monika flicked her wrist, opening up the console. That was fun, but now she had to… had to… she paused. She was supposed to do something with the console at the end of the day. Was she removing something? Adding something? Changing something? Furrowing her brow, Monika strained to remember what she was doing… before sighing and shrugging as she closed the console. Oh well. It was probably nothing important.
Stepping outside of the classroom, Monika shivered. It was a little chilly tonight.