Forge of Flawless Devotion

Summary: With each blow of the hammer cracks scatter, pieces chip away, until all that is left is a shining jewel.

First thing you should know; this is not related to Ultimate Amiss in any way. This is comprised by a bunch of what-if scenarios and random theories. I made this purely to scratch an itchy bunny that I could otherwise not feed. (but yes, I do have a plot in mind for this if it continues to grow and not leave me alone!)

Warning: sexual content w/ plot and merciless innuendo

The beeping of numerous machines filled his ears, a melody that remained the same as he gazed at the screen for one of the pods. A green line kept steadily going up and down, releasing a cacophony every time it rises, joining in tune with the others in the room. The only difference is that there was one last machine beeping after yesterday. After Hajime and the others had managed to open one of the pods.

It made the sounds of the heart monitors actually relaxing. In the beginning he had found it taunting, to see his friends laying in the pods day after day, never opening their eyes. Just seeing them there, comatose from the games held in the Hope Restoration Program that had turned into the Despair Restoration Program because... well, because of him.

Hajime made a note of Saionji's status on the clipboard below her monitor, wondering when they would manage to wake up the rest of them as well. In Saionji's case though, it would probably be best if they woke Mahiru first. As she had been the only one the Ultimate Traditional Dancer had really formed a bond with in the program. Mahiru would be able to help her come out of her despair-induced state after they got the Ultimate Photographer back to herself. As if none of this had ever happened to them.

He dropped the pen into a pail as he exited the room, walking down the hall to what they referred to as the lobby.

The first thing he saw when he came out from the dark hallway was Sonia, who was sitting next to Gundam, murmuring something in his ear. Whatever she was saying it was making the man blush, with his scarf pulled up so far it nearly covered his nose. Hajime smiled at seeing the Ultimate Breeder already falling back into that habit when Sonia spoke to him.

It was good to see that Sonia was already making progress with him. Gundamn had initially come out of the pod with no care for his own well being, but he was looking better now; seeing such a difference this soon had to fill them all with hope. For how well it would continue to go as they woke up everyone else.

He was really concerned with what would happen when Mikan and Nagito woke up - who had reverted back to their despair selves back in the program. It would take at least twice the effort to bring them back from that hell.

"Hajime." His thoughts focused back on Sonia when she spoke, "How is everyone?"

He offered up a smile at her concerned gaze. "They're fine. Has Gundam been eating?"

"Yes," Sonia confirmed with her own bright smile in return. "I just got finished with making sure he had lunch a few minutes ago. But, I think Maga-Z may be sick. Gundam won't let him out of the scarf so I can see what's wrong."

Hajime glanced to the Ultimate Breeder who still hadn't said a word since he had entered the room - if he even had been speaking before then. Three of the four hamsters were sitting on Gundam's shoulders, a knee, but there was a small bulge in the scarf where the last one must be. If he kept his gaze on the bundle it seemed to be shivering. "Well, I'm going to the mainland in a bit to get some supplies were running out of. I'll keep an eye out for any sort of medicine for animals, especially hamsters."

"Would you?" Sonia clasped her hands together before turning back to face Gundam. "See? Everything is going be okay, Gundam. Hajime's going to get Maga-Z the medicine he needs to get better."

Gundamn just seemed to blink at her, gaze shifting from the Ultimate Princess and Hajime, before settling back on Sonia. He lowered the scarf from the tip of his nose, retrieving the hamster that had been curled up in a ball in that very scarf, handing the little shivering thing over to Sonia's open palms.

"Oh." Sonia cooed at the hamster in her hands. "Poor Maga-Z, you're shivering and your fur is warm. Do you have a fever?" The hamster made a squeak that sounded like it was in agreement with her, causing her to gasp aloud and run a finger over its fur as she continued to speak to the creature.

There was a rather loud, "Owch." That came from behind the counter at the other end of the room though, directing his attention to the only man that would be behind there. Souda's head popped up from behind the counter, rubbing at the top of his head with a hand that was still grasping a wrench.

"Everything working back there?" Hajime asked, leaving Gundam and Sonia to take comfort in each other's company, walking over to Souda was.

"Yeah. It's just... well, a bunch of mumbo jumbo stuff I need to make sure continues to do what it does." Hajime smiled at Souda when the Ultimate Mechanic didn't even try to explain the mechanics of whatever he was doing. Most of it really was a bunch of mumbo jumbo to everyone else on the island, but Hajime understood most of it since he had come out of the pod with the four survivors. "I'm just doing a routine maintenance check to make sure nothing is about to shut down on us," Souda elaborated a bit, placing the wrench down on the counter as he spoke. "Do you think you could grab me a few things in town?"

Hajime glanced down at the list Souda had just slipped along the surface of the counter towards him. After a moment he grabbed it by a corner, but didn't flip it over. It was probably best he didn't look at some of the items on the list, or think too much about them in the first place and why Souda was asking for them. "Sure."

He placed the list in his pocket as Souda grinned at him. "Thanks Hajime," he said, before ducking back down beneath the counter, taking the wrench with him.

A small chuckle escaped him. "It's nothing." He definitely didn't want to look at the list now, but once he was in town he would have to to retrieve the items. Some of which he was sure they needed for the various machines in this place, but others... well, he just didn't want to think about it. "See you in a few days."

"Have a good trip," Souda called as Hajime walked out the door to see the beach stretched out in front of him.

He could see Akane doing some sort of gymnast routine in the sand: flips, cartwheels, and a bunch of other turns and twirls that made the sand kick up around her. She must be feeling better after their first success, though he was sure she was looking forward to when Nekomaru would join them again.

Hajime directed a wave in her direction when she stopped for a moment, looking back at over him. Even from here he could see her smiling, giving a wave back with a shout, "You better be here for when Nekomaru wakes up!"

"I will!" he shouted back, laughing when she went jumping straight into a back-flip.

He walked down the dock to where Fuyuhiko sat on the wood boards, looking out at the sea.

"See any ships?"

"Hm?" Fuyuhiko turned his head, but Hajime was met with an eye patch rather than the hard gaze of a yakuza. He wasn't even sure if Fuyuhiko even noticed he had the eye patch on at times, hiding the blue iris that lay beyond it. It's not like he could see through it anyway, that eye wasn't his after-all. "No. Nothing but dolphins."

"Well, I'm going to the mainland. Do you need anything?"

"No." Fuyuhiko turned back to the ocean, without saying another word.

The yakuza was the only one of them that didn't appear to be full of energy. He was reminded of this fact even more when Akane let out a particularly loud, "Whoop!" from the beach.

Peko was still in a come with most of their friends, though. So he couldn't really blame Fuyuhiko for not having raised spirits when Gundamn had been the first one to wake up. Of course he wanted to see his childhood friend again, the girl he loved.

"I'll see if I can find something for Peko in the shops, for when she wakes up." He thought he heard a muttered thank you from Fuyuhiko, but he couldn't be sure as he boarded the boat.

It didn't take him very long to get the engine running so he could steer the boat away from the beach and out into the calm waves. He had checked the weather a few days earlier, using the system inside to make sure they weren't due for a storm; and it looked like it was clear skies all the way to the closest docks.

He made good on the time, partly because the breeze was working with him. Hajime left the sails open, just in case he needed to make a fast exit. There was no telling if the people that still lived here would stay in their homes this time or not. Especially if a raid party came through and stormed the streets, setting things on fire. But there had been no towers of smoke when he killed the engine to slip unnoticed into the town.

Hajime was running over the list of items he needed to get, along with everything else he had promised back at the island as he walked into town, and then... and then-

Darkness.

The first loud tap on stone resonated in his head and Hajime groaned at the sudden noise, just before he could feel the consistent pounding of his skull. He vaguely remembered being hit over the head by something, but the memory was still foggy and he was rather certain he hadn't happened to glance behind him when he was struck.

Had there been a more silent raid party in the town? He didn't remember hearing anything behind him. It was rather odd that any of those crazed people would be so stealthy with their approach, but then again, they were fucking crazy. Perhaps they just felt like sneaking up on people today. Either way... he should have paid better attention to his surroundings.

"Damn it," he muttered. This trip might take a bit longer than he had first expected, depending on if these people had any intelligence left or not.

From the sound of that tapping echoing off the walls of the room it had to be large, but bare of most if any furnishings. So it was possible he was in a warehouse. Which could mean he was near the docks or... further in the town. Well, it was better than not having a single clue as to where he could be.

Hajime opened his eyes, all too aware that he was laying on his side, the cold concrete pressed to his right cheek as he stared forward at a pair of boots. They consisted of dark purple leather, with red laces criss-crossing all the way up to the lip of the boot. His gaze moved up further, past pale bare skin to pair of red shorts; if they could even be called shorts. He suppose the correct terminology would be booty shorts.

Past that was a white under-bust vest, held together by purple buttons. Above it was something resembling a corset, the same purple as those boots with accents of black, and a small red bow at the top that was most definitely not helping to obscure this woman's cleavage. The length of her arms were almost bare, as she only wore short purple gloves on each hand, with a white fur cuff; and in her left hand was a long black cane, dangling from her finger tips as she walked, swaying side to side next to her.

Purple dusted lips were pulled up into a grin, the small individual specks of color sparkling in the light. Pale blue eyes stared back at him, the same color that was behind Fuyuhiko's eye patch. They were highlighted by black eye liner, along with silver and purple eye-shadow.

Pink golden curls traveled all the way down to her waist, a black top hat lying atop her head, with a large red plume sticking out from the back right.

He blinked just as she stopped walking, feet now spread a foot apart as she rested the bottom of the cane on the ground in front of her, between her legs.

"Junko?" he still couldn't believe it even when the name passed his lips. How... she was dead! Naegi and that group from the Future Foundation had said so. Even the A.I. in the program had mentioned it. So how was this possible?

Her lips curled up though, as if she had been waiting for him to say her name. "Are you finally up?"

He couldn't help it, he blinked again; as if that would make her fade from his vision like a mirage. "You... you're real?"

"Of course, silly." Junko said with a smirk. "Did you think you were dreaming?" she asked, lacing her fingers together, that rested on the top of her cane.

"But you're dead."

"What do you mean? I'm the female Houdini." Hajime just stared at her, still trying to comprehend her words when she let out a large sigh, the single action sending off a chain reaction throughout her whole body. "They found Mukuro's body not mine. Honestly, didn't Naegi or the others tell you guys anything? If my body had really gotten crushed there's no way Fuyuhiko and the others could have severed parts off to attach to their own bodies. I thought you of all people would have figured it out by now."

At first he wasn't sure who she was specifically referring to. The person he was before he went into the pod? After joining Hope's Peak Academy? Or the person he was now? She hadn't know him before the academy, so it made sense for her to be talking to him. Rather than... "Right," he tried to keep his voice in a monotone when he spoke. "You just... surprised me is all." A shiver ran down his spine at how easy it was to fall back into this way of speaking, but he would need to keep the illusion up for her.

It didn't help that he had purposefully suppressed all those times when he was filled with despair. Pulling them back up wasn't something he wanted to do, especially around Junko, but he would remain at a loss how to deal with her if he didn't... No, it wasn't worth the risk.

There was one small problem with what she had just told him, though. "They told us Mukuro's body was burned up. If that's the case Nagito should have burn marks on his left arm."

Junko made a, "Tsk, tsk," sound as she wagged a finger at him, her grin widening at his confusion. "It's hardly difficult to make the same scars on a new body. The only thing I had to add to that body was her tattoo so those fools would believe it was her. They never did get a chance to get a closer look before the bomb went off." Her face nearly split from her grin. "Oh, you should have been there. When they found her body and thought it was me. Watching how they took care of her body, drawing thick black lines on her before chopping her up; and before even that..." Junko let out a loud laugh. "They absolutely loved her. Such devotion to me, to their own despair..."

He felt sick. Like he was going to throw up, listening to her sound so damn happy for the way the members of Despair had treated her sister. At the same time though, he felt a semblance of relief. If he hadn't been there then he couldn't have participated in any of it.

Not that it stopped his stomach from doing flips on him, threatening to push his breakfast up his throat. "Not that you would know of such devotion, Hajime." His stomach suddenly didn't feel so upset, but that was probably because his whole body had frozen at her words. "Stop trying to act like him, it's disgusting. You don't even look like him anymore. So don't think for a second you're going to trick me just because you have all those talents you so desperately wanted now."

He looked away from her quickly, not wanting to remember how he had even come to be in this position. It had been stupid of him to think she would believe he was Izuru when he looked like his old self. Then... "No more tricks. What do you want, Junko?"

"Hmm," the sound came out like a whine from her throat. He could feel her damn cane prod at his cheek a second later, an attempt to make him look at her again.

Well, it's not like he had anything to lose. He might as well humor her. Hajime turned his head to look at her, forcing himself to sit up and biting on his tongue when the steel cuffs dug into his wrists when he moved. The metal was tightly wound around his wrists, keeping his hands secured behind his back. From the sound of a chain dragging across the ground when he moved he had no doubt it was attached to a hook in the wall behind him.

"Do you know how many of them are left? My children?"

Hajime flinched at the casual reference to Mukuro, but he knew she was referring to the other members of Despair rather than their attempt to procreate with her dead sister. "Nine are still in a coma."

Junko let out another soft whine. "Don't you feel even the tiniest bit of guilt for what you did to them? You left them in that damned machine, believing themselves to be dead-" He was rather certain Mikan and Nagito had figured out they were inside a virtual world; one of the reasons he hoped they woke up last. "-Who knows if they'll ever wake up. You didn't have to put the virus in the program, put them through all that despair," a giggle slipped past Junko's lips, betraying her 'concern' for them. "Just to keep them on that island where I can't get to them. Poor things, they must be crying for me."

Wait, what? "I didn't put them there, you did," he snapped, watching her casually twirl a strand of hair around her finger.

"Oh. You're so mean, Hajime. Not even taking responsibility for what you did. But you probably... you did, didn't you? You suppressed it all again. You have to quit this bad habit, it really isn't healthy."

"I..." She couldn't really be suggesting what he thought, right? That he had done all of that to his friends... No, it would be more realistic to say that Izuru had done it. But... He gave a firm shake of his head. No, no, no. She was trying to get into his mind. She was lying, damn it! Just like her A.I. had done about the graduation program. She was trying to fill him with despair again. "I thought we agreed to no more tricks?"

"What trick?" Junko asked, with such a pained expression he felt himself believing her words once again. "You're the one that tricked me." You're the one that betrayed me.

Hajime screamed when he tried to wrench his hands up from behind his back, to cover his ears, and feel the sharp sting of metal against his wrist a second later. "STOP IT!"

"Stop?" Junko repeated. "You took them all away from me. Every single one you could get your hands on. I'm not going to stop. Actually, I'm glad you're the one that came to shore, Hajime." He tried to surpess the shiver than ran down his spine when her tone changed to something more whimsical than threatening. "I think this'll work best. Just think of how betrayed your friends will feel when they find out the truth. When they see you again, right by my side. You would like that, wouldn't you?" That cane of hers nudged at his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "You can be my second-in-command again; and this time you'll be loyal. My silly malamute."

He pulled away from the bottom claw of the cane. "They're not going to fall for your scheme, not again. And I was never yours." If - he didn't even want to entertain the thought - what she said about him was true. But he needed to use whatever he could against her, and right now that wasn't very much.

"Then let's start over," Junko said, leaning forward on the cane, legs practically melded together in her current stance. "It'll be a shock to the Future Foundation at least. Plus Naegi and the others, especially Kirigiri. The moment they think the nightmare is finally over we'll start another. Doesn't that sound fun? You and me going up against Future Foundation and everyone back on that island?"

"They'll send a message to the Future Foundation's Fourteenth Division when I don't come back." It was the only thing he could think of that might actually have an effect on her.

Junko's wide smile at his words only made him feel like he had been throw from his boat, into a raging storm to suffocate under the rolling waves of the sea. "Yes, I'm sure they will. I wonder who they'll blame? Maybe Future Foundation itself?" Her high-pitched laughter filled his ears; he would be surprised if he didn't feel the blood running out from them soon. "Are you already forgetting that you're the only one that knows I'm alive?"

Hajime couldn't stop the frown from forming on his lips. It hadn't worked, she clearly wasn't worried about anyone finding him - or herself for that matter - with good reason. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly in and out, trying to think of something that would help him get out of here, get away from her.

One of the first things on that list would be finding his clothes, he didn't have a single stitch on his body; nothing was covering him since he had woken up. But before he had known it was Junko that had knocked him out he assumed the crazy people were being... well, crazy. Their thoughts were irrational, they held no logical reason. So there had been no point - at least, he had thought there wasn't - wondering what had happened to his clothes in the first place. It would just result in a throbbing headache trying to figure out their line of thought.

But Junko... she had reasons for everything she did. Not that they were any easier to figure out than those people that had been overcome with despair. It would take him too long to figure out her train of thought anyway. For all he knew she had stripped him of his clothes to amuse herself. That it was an intimidation tactic or just a simple display of power.

He sighed softly. Hopefully he could find a way out of here before the others sent the Future Foundation on a wild goose chase. He needed to let them know that Junko was still alive, to watch their step for any traps she might have placed. Like the one he had fallen into-

A thump in front of him made him open his eyes to see Junko was now sitting across from him. She had set her cane down next to her, adjusting her top hat so it sat at an angle on her head. Then she was curling a leg towards her body, leaning forward to undo the the tied lace on top.

"What are you doing?"

Her lips only curled up at his question. "Stage one," she said, as she continued to unlace her boots.

He watched silently as her fingers curled around the red lace, pulling it from the little holes that lined the lip of the boot. Once she was done with the one she did the same to the other, before slipping her feet out from them. Her toe nails were painted a bright pink that didn't match the rest of her outfit.

Not that it would have to, they were meant to be hidden by the boots she had just tossed to the side. "Say, Hajime?" She was clearly waiting for him to answer as she took the red lace from the boots and began to wrap the middle of it around her big toe.

"What?" he asked, his tongue feeling thick in his suddenly dry mouth.

A giggle slipped past her lips as she moved the lace up to her ankle, wrapping it around from the back first to stop at the front, tying a little knot before she continued. "You're a virgin, correct?"

He blinked, staring at her for a few moments as she hooked the lace around the arch of her foot. She kept taking her time with the movements, as if she was making a piece of art. For all he knew that's exactly it was, but... "W-what are you-"

"Come on. There's no need to be embarrassed." Even as he could feel the burn across his cheeks he wanted to snap that he wasn't embarrassed, but he managed to hold his tongue. "I was just wondering. I mean, it's still true that you haven't even kissed a girl before, right?"

"Why?" he forced the word out just as she finished wrapping the lace around her left foot, so it only went as high as the middle of her calf, finishing it off in a large bow.

Junko was silent for a time, though. She made the same pattern with the lace on her right foot, looking over her design before even sparing a glance his way. "So, you've never even made it to third base?" she asked, stretching a leg out in front of her.

Before he could even attempt an answer her big toe pressed against the head of his penis. She rolled her toe over the foreskin as he fought back the urge to curse, though he didn't know whether he would be directing it at her or the friction her toe was creating.

"Do you like that?" Junko was grinning as she applied more pressure down onto the head.

Hajime hissed out, "Fuck you." As he fought to suppress another shiver from running through his body. This only seemed to urge her on, though. She dragged her big toe over the foreskin, beginning to pull it back in the process. Her second toe brushed against the sensitive skin and in a few moments she had pulled the foreskin back completely, with the head of his penis fitting snugly between her big toe and second toe.

She raised her other foot now, running the smooth pad of her foot down his shaft first, then drawing the tips of her toes up the side of his shaft on it's path. Her toes gave a small squeeze from just beneath his glans, drawing a gasp from his lips.

Junko's permanent grin made him want to curse again, but she kept moving her right foot up and down his shaft. The lace from the boot offering a new sensation when it ran over her skin as well. Skin that was rapidly hardening as she continued in her ministrations, looking more than smug when the first moan was drawn past his lips.

Her skin was soft against him, not like when he would wrap a hand around himself. There were no calluses on her feet, they were smooth as silk. A soft pant left his lips from the sensation. It was so different, so much better than when he would be pumping his shaft, fingers wrapped all the way around it. When he would be desperately creating that delicious friction, moving much faster than she was now. Her foot actually seemed to be getting slower each time she reached the head of his penis with her right big toe.

She had stopped there now, pressing her toe to the slit of his penis, dragging it back and forth over the opening, until-

Hajime groaned, eyes closing as the tension in his body was released, his penis softening between her feet.

It was when laughter assaulted his ears that his eyes snapped open. Junko was giggling madly, smirk still in place. "Well, that was fast." He could feel his cheeks burn at her words, glancing away and down to his now flaccid penis. There were white streaks of come on her right foot, and a few small globs had landed on the concrete beneath him as well. "Was that really the first time someone else touched you?"

His fingers twitched from within their shackles. Her laughter was finally dying down, he wasn't going to do or say anything to make her start again. Or he would try, as he could feel his cheeks burning, betraying his anger, the fact that she had been the one to get him off. To laugh in his face just because he couldn't control himself. The... fucking bitch.

He took in a small breath, ignoring the little giggle that followed the action. She was enjoying this, enjoying seeing him like this. Hajime forced his gaze back up, to look at her when he spoke, "You've had your fun. Leave."

Junko blinked at him, eyes wide in such a way that was both comical and innocent. "Leave? We just got started."

He could have sworn his skin crawled at her words. She had to leave, there was nothing else he could do, he... "I can't get hard again in an instant." She had to know that, so why couldn't she just leave him-

"Well, of course, you can't. And I can't expect you to do it yourself, can I? You look absolutely miserable after that orgasm." His blood ran cold as her toes squeezed him just below the glans of the head of his penis once again. "Won't you tell me about it while we wait?"

He tried to pull his body away from her upon feeling her foot stroking him again. But the steel cuffs around his ankles - nailed to the fucking ground - didn't allow him to move any further back. The only direction he could go was forward, closer to her, the absolute last place he wanted to be.

Junko let out a soft laugh, placing her chin on an upturned palm as she gazed back at him. "Don't you want to fill the time with me? Not that I think this'll take very long." His eyes narrowed at her when she spoke, but the foot was moving faster over his shaft made him hold his tongue.

He didn't want to let out even one more sound for her amusement. Junko didn't seem bothered with his silence though, she just slipped the head of his penis from between her first and second toe; now pumping his shaft with both feet. His come from his first orgasm smearing off her skin and onto his penis as her feet slid over him.

Even though he had told himself minutes earlier that he wasn't going to make a single noise his mouth opened now, when he could feel himself getting hard again. "What the hell do you want from me?" Was she looking for information? Because if she was he didn't have anything for her.

"I told you before," Junko replied calmly as the heel of her foot pressed hard against his balls, causing him to gasp. Damn it. "You're going to be a proper second-in-command this time. You're going to be loyal to me and my cause. Like a good soldier. Ah." Junko grinned and he had to suppress a shudder. "There we go. Ready for round two?"

He didn't say a word, he couldn't as she clasped his length between her toes, moving her feet up and down his shaft in perfect harmony. Hajime squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would stop the sensation from flowing through his body.

"Oh? Why are you suddenly so quiet? Does it feel that good?" She started to lower her right foot along his shaft while her left moved up. He almost choked on a moan. "Come on, Hajime. Tell me. I want to know how to make it feel even better. Communication is important when you're having sexual relations with someone, you know?"

He wanted to yell at her, curse her all the way to hell. If he could manage a single coherent thought that is. Hajime settled for grinding his teeth to keep back any sound he might make otherwise.

The pressure on both sides of his penis increased, making his teeth slip to sink into his lip. Clearly Junko didn't appreciate his silence, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. Until her feet stopped moving.

Hajime glanced at her when she suddenly drew her feet away, but then he could feel the heel of her foot pressing into his perineum and he groaned, cursing mentally when she smiled at him. Her other foot raised, the arch of her left foot pressing against the underside of his penis. So not only could he feel her skin, but that lace - again - as she slid her foot up. Her big toe pressed forward, as if searching for something-

His eyes went wide as he felt a surge of pleasure, only for it to cut off abruptly when her other foot pressed hard against his perineum, toes digging into the skin there.

"Fuck."

"Did you want to come?" He nearly snarled at her when she spoke. Junko released a laugh as she began to slide her foot back down his shaft. But that moment of pleasure was gone, she had done something to stop it. "I'll let you come if you ask nicely."

"Screw you," his spit hit the concrete when he snapped at her. He wanted her to leave him alone. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

Junko spoke as if he had remained silent. "Just one little 'please' is that too much to ask? You know you want to." As her foot moved back up his shaft her big toe slid over his head, pressing down on the glans. For a moment he thought he was going to come, and then her other foot pressed on the same spot as before and a growl slipped past his lips. "Was that a yes?" Junko asked in such a sweet voice; one that made him want to reach forward and clasp his hands around her throat and just squeeze. "Am I going to have to teach you manners?"

His mind spun as she continued to stimulate him even further, and he was positive it felt even better than the other times he had nearly come. Every time she stopped him from ejaculating the intensity increased.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but his mouth opened, and the word, "Please," fell from his lips into the abyss of pleasure that surrounded him moments later.

A soft hiss escaped him when the arch of her foot rubbed against his penis, but it fell away seconds later. He was almost painfully aware of Junko smiling at him, hands clasped together with her victory. Hajime drew in a sharp breath as that very smile slipped from her face as she gazed at him, her eyes going cold; and sharp as ice.

"Shall we move on?" He could hear the smirk in her voice as her foot ran along his inner thigh, toes dancing over his skin.

It's like he's rocking in a boat,the waves of the sea lapping at the sides. But then a storm appears on the horizon and all he can do is watch as it heads toward him. Waiting for the waves to crash against the boat, the water filling it, knocking him off his feet and flipping the boat over; so he's swallowed by the sea.

Every single time she urges him on, presses her toes to the base of his shaft; he finds himself whimpering. Hoping this is the last time, that she's going to stop soon.

He's gasping against the floor, no longer sitting up; he had collapsed some time ago, hours. Hajime isn't keeping track of the times Junko gets him off anymore. It became clear to him after the fifth time that she wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied. With what he wasn't sure, he just... "Stop," his voice is as rough as the concrete beneath him, cracking further whenever he speaks.

His gaze shifts to Junko, who's currently playing with a strands of her hair, twirling it between her forefinger and thumb. He flinches when her foot draws near, but he presses on. "Please, Junko. I can't-" The words died in his throat when her toe brushed over his foreskin. What came out of his mouth was something between a gasp and a scream, but he couldn't hold the high pitch that required for longer than a few seconds.

Junko turned to look at him, letting out a little whine as her foot pressed against his penis once more; he nearly shouted from the stimulation. "Are you sure you can't handle just one more teeny tiny orgasm?"

I am leaving this as "In Progress." Feel free to leave suggestions of kinks and the ilk for future chapters.