Hisao's No Nut November (18+) (Chapter 8)

[Siphonata]

Friday, Day 1 – No Nut November (29 days left.)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
I’m currently sat in the Student Council room with Shizune and Misha. Today is the first month of November and they are sat opposite me with a golden ticket called the Infinite Nut Pass. As I learned from them both during my first year at this school, when Shizune took power in the Student Council, she established a competition called No Nut November where all students could earn a chance to obtain the Infinite Nut Pass if they managed to go the entire month without masturbating. At first, I thought it was stupid and much like several other students chose not to participate. However after my repeated sexual trysts with Shizune and Misha during my first year after joining the Student Council, I figured there was no harm in trying to win and so I became a regular competitor in the wild games of No Nut November starting from my second year in Yamaku. So far, I’ve yet to win the Infinite Nut Pass, but for the most part, I did manage to get quite far… most of the time.

Shizune and Misha tend to be quite excited at this time of year and unlike previous years, they’ve chosen to sweeten the deal this time. If I obtain the Infinite Nut Pass, Shizune will let me do whatever I want with her and Misha when we have our threeway at the end of the month. That does sound great because there’s a lot of things I want to do but for the most part I’m only really doing this for the sake of proving to myself that I can win No Nut November. My main concern is that I may falter in my discipline, that something or someone may tempt me to nut away my chances of victory. But for now… I don’t need to worry. The first week of No Nut November tends to be incredibly easy anyway…

Meanwhile in Kenji’s room...
It’s that month again, November or as the Student Council dictates: No Nut November! Those feminist fiends want to watch as we bust our balls trying to compete for that Infinite Nut Pass. And unfortunately for me, they’ve got Hisao wrapped around their fingers. I know there’s something strange going on in the Student Council, bizarre events and cover-ups that I can’t quite explain, but I know, I just know that it’s their work. They’re like sleazy corrupt politicians who constantly engage in debauchery and corruption while nothing good ever gets done! Why do they keep getting away with neglecting the needs of the common man while they get to sit in the lap of luxury? Why is it that they get to sip their goblets filled with the blood, tears and sperm of us male students during this accursed month of November?

I, Kenji Setou must beat my esteemed rival, Hisao Nakai in No Nut November and I will do whatever it takes to make him nut. His ass shall be mine in more ways than one and I won’t stop at him either. Soon the Student Council and the entire global feminist conspiracy shall fall, and we shall usher in a world where men can be men and boys can grow up to be real men again! After he nuts and loses No Nut November, Hisao will have no choice to admit that he is a beta male and that I, Kenji Setou am the one true alpha male! I will prove to myself that I am good enough to earn Lily’s love and affection, and that I will revel in Shizune’s rage as she is forced to accept that Lily is best girl, and that she is the most beautiful woman in all of Yamaku. No, the most beautiful woman in all of Japan! No one shall stop my rise to the top as I become the champion of No Nut November. I will be the one to win No Nut November this time, no matter the cost!

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Developer's Commentary
As you can tell, this is the first chapter of what will be my first full Katawa Shoujo fan-fic. Unlike the others in my One Stop Shop which were either planned as standalones or acts of passion, this one is a result of months of planning and I hope that my efforts paid off. The basic premise of this fanfic is inspired by a Diary of a Wimpy Kid fanfic called Greg's No Nut November which is a wild ride that I highly recommend.

As for the fic itself, it along with Trial of Fire and Kenji goes to the Katawa Shoujo Forums are part of an alternate universe called Katawa Shoujo Yami where things are vastly different compared to the canon source material, and often make use of darker themes that differ from the original game.
EDIT (02/11/24): Minor wording changes during Hisao's POV to add clarity to certain sentences and minor grammatical corrections for Kenji's POV. Also it took me a bit to realize that the canon Katawa Shoujo only takes place over the course of a year, wheras in this alternate universe the characters have been at Yamaku for longer than their canon selves. I will admit that the idea of Hisao flunking and missing graduation is quite amusing though.

[SilentM]

starting from the second year

Did Hisao flunk and miss graduation? Along with Shizune, Misha, and Kenji too?

[Sharp-O]

I'm with SilentM, kinda threw me that Hisao is seemingly in his second year at Yamaku after entering in his third. If this is going to be a daily thing then I tip my hat in advance because that's quite ambitious!

[Siphonata]

starting from the second year

Did Hisao flunk and miss graduation? Along with Shizune, Misha, and Kenji too?

It wasn't the intention (turns out I forgot that KS only takes place during one year), but I find the idea amusing nonetheless. Also thanks for prompting me to make some minor improvements, I do appreciate it.

I'm with SilentM, kinda threw me that Hisao is seemingly in his second year at Yamaku after entering in his third. If this is going to be a daily thing then I tip my hat in advance because that's quite ambitious!

Hisao starts competing in No Nut November during his second year in Yamaku and its implied that he's tried NNN and lost several times. As for the fanfic itself, it won't be a daily thing but it will have several chapters taking place across November.

[Grayest]

Day two was never posted, so I guess Hisao only lasted a day. rip

[Alex FRD]

Genuinely cried laughing at "I will do whatever it takes to make him nut." Make more.

[Siphonata]

Tuesday, Day 5 – Deus Ingens Mentula (25 days left.)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
Today, Shizune and Misha call me up to conduct student council business. Fortunately, the two of them are only judges for No Nut November and aren’t actual competitors, otherwise I would never win. So far, my streak is going off without a hitch, though I fear that victory will prove to be more difficult as I get into further into the month.
“Hello there Hicchan! Shicchan has called you here because today, we’re doing a demon summoning!”
Again? We’ve been doing this for months now. Whenever we aren’t doing actual student council work or covering up strange events, we do this. So far, we’ve haven’t summoned any demons worth remembering yet we still continue in hopes of encountering one that possesses great power.
“Another one?” I reply. “Remind me again why we’re even doing these summoning rituals when according to you and Shizune, a major accident broke out when you botched one of the summoning rituals designed to manifest a high level demon.”
“Oh come on, Hicchan, it was an accident.” Misha replies deflatedly. “I didn’t mean for all those demons to escape from the hell dimension and kill a bunch of students here. (sigh) I’m just glad that we managed to contain it before the demons got outside the school and gave us any real trouble.

I’ve had this conversation enough times to decide that continuing it is futile. I end the conversation and we begin the summoning. Misha takes out some blue powder and a container filled with animal blood to create a pentagram while Shizune watches her to ensure that the ritual is done correctly. A blue void begins to open up and I kneel before it, stare deep inside it and focusing myself on its center until I fall into a trance. The void swirls slowly before gradually picking up speed and then rotating furiously like the worlds fastest pin-wheel.

Before I know it, the light in the student council room dims and then crackles with light in hues of blue and cyan. Though Shizune is only watching us, her appearance feels eerie and unsettling under this light as it contrasts heavily with her raven hair, gothic make-up and naturally pale white skin. Misha’s appearance of blood-red curls, gothic make-up and naturally pale skin also appears unsettling under the fell light, though far less so than Shizune. The three of us watch as the darkness swirls all around us and grows thick like early morning fog.

Soon enough, I begin to see a shape forming within the void. It resembles a shadowy fetus at first before growing in size until it resembles an adult humanoid. My mind fills in the blanks, causing the demon to manifest as an attractive young woman with blonde hair. We all know exactly who she looks like.
“Wahahaha! Seriously Hicchan!? A succubus? Couldn’t you summon something cooler, like I dunno, Belial, Behemoth or I dunno, FREAKING BEELZEBUB!”
Before I can interject, I can notice Shizune smiling and shaking her head, causing her raven hair to shake gently. She then gazes at me with an intensity that has me convinced that she’d skin me alive if such a thing were legal.
I have no choice but to cast the succubus back into the void and it saddens me to do so. I steel myself because I know that if I’m serious about winning No Nut November, I must stave off all temptation that presents itself to me. I repeat this same summoning ritual for what feels like a very long time...

Meanwhile on a bus...
“Wait up man! Are you seriously telling me you want to fuck that guy? Him? Come on, man, Hisao is boring! I’ve seen those kinds of sweater vests on 50 year old guys in gay bars.” said Akio.
“Hey, don’t talk about Hisao that way, he’s cool!” I reply. Besides, I’ve made dumber choices in the past such as getting into a relationship with a woman and having sex with her! All it did was make me realize that women are life-stealing succubi who overrun a global feminist conspiracy!”
“Ah, I get it. It’s the sweater vest, isn’t it, Kenji?” Akio says, and I can swear he’s biting his bottom lip as says this.
“Nah, I just wanna fuck Hisao in the bussy.”
“ Bussy, eh? Fucking anyone on a bus does sound fun, but have you ever tried joining the mile high club? Now that’s where the real fucking fun begins!”

I consider it and I conclude that Akio is right. Can I really call myself a man if I can’t fuck Hisao in the ass for 6 hours nonstop on a plane flight? Nah, just the idea of having sex so high up makes me nauseous and I’m sure I’ll find some other place to take his anal virginity. Right now, in this moment, I need to formulate a plot to stop Hisao from getting past the second week of No Nut November. If he manages to beat me yet again and still win No Nut November, he’ll be the one who gets that sweet, sweet Infinite Nut Pass, and I cannot stand the idea of him winning it instead of me!

God, I hate public transport. Why do buses have to be so damn slow anyway? Perhaps if the government weren’t so preoccupied with giving feminists the benefit of the doubt for everything, we’d have faster buses and less time to sit idly by gazing out of the windows. But hey, all the more time to think things over and formulate a plot to ensure my victory and obtain the Infinite Nut Pass!
I think to myself and realize that in all the times Hisao has lost No Nut November, there seems to be a common thread. The student council? Well, yes, he's one of their members and there are suspicious goings on that I’ve yet to figure out, but I know that that’s not the reason why.
Oh wait! I remember. It’s Lily! Hisao always seems to be lusting after Lily’s blonde ass and he seems to get real weird whenever Lily gets all preachy about the Holy Spirit or whatever. Probably because he wants to be the Holy Ghost that comes inside her or whatever else causes Hisao to get all hot and bothered this time of year.

“Akio, my man, I’ve got a plan. One that might get Hisao to lose No Nut November!”
“Does it involve an army of the nation’s finest lady-boys?” Akio teases.
“N-NO!” I yell, before awkwardly looking around and feeling relieved that the bus isn’t packed with swarms of people. Ugh, I don’t like large crowds. Too many people make it hard to do anything without too many questions and you never know if they’re ordinary people or government spies looking to place a tracker on you so they search through your internet history so they convince their feminist overlords to approve drafts for more censorship designed to demonize us men just for existing.
“So, what’s the plan?” Akio asks, snapping me out of my internal monologue. “Are you going to get him drunk with whiskey and feed him pretzels before you ask if you can suck his dick on the school roof or something?”
“Wha- Nah? Even better! We’re going to steal Lilly’s panties -preferably used- so that Hisao will be overcome by lust and beat his meat to her moist mommy regions.”
“Ha, ha, ha! Moist mommy regions. Heh, Kenji my man, you’ve seem like you've had too much to drink again!” Akio jests. “It’s a great plan though! Lilly will never see it coming, and Hanako would never tattle on us if we succeed. We’ll do it!”

I’m so glad that Akio agrees with my foolproof plan to steal Lilly’s panties, but the manly picnic plan is far too risky. Surely my friend knows how difficult it is to get alcohol on school grounds without getting in trouble. That’s why I’m not repeating that particular plan again. Its far too dicey, and honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if the student council confiscate any alcohol they find and drink it for themselves when then aren’t engaging in demonic sex parties every other week! Come to think of it, that probably does explain Hisao’s strange behaviour sometimes...

Meanwhile in the student council room...
After an hour of this arduous ritual, it finally, finally ends. I feel a throbbing headache and am also quite woozy. Despite my current state, the three of us are pleased as punch as we survey the results of our latest attempt at summoning a demon.
[“The results don’t seem too bad. While we have yet to summon any major demons, we have thankfully avoided managing to create another catastrophe.”]
I sign back to Shizune:
[“So why exactly are we trying to summon a high level demon anyway?]
Shizune looks at me as if I’m stupid, then realizes that I’m not as versed in this arcane business as she and Misha are.
[“Unlike the average demon or even high level demons, major demons have far greater power, and that power is something that my family have desired for generations. With this power, we hope to overcome our familial rivals and eventually change the world.”]
I don’t like this mention of changing the world. There’s something in her eyes when she signs it that makes it feel all the more menacing.
“Cheer up Hicchan, imagine how cool it would be to ride on the back of a powerful Prince of Hell! I can’t wait to meet him, Hisao. The Lord of the Flies is far dreamier than his title implies.”
“Isn’t Beelzebub the devil?” I ask. “The one from the bible that Lily often invokes?”
Misha bursts into laughter, causing me to grimace at my mistake. In contrast, Shizune is indifferent because she knows that my level of arcane knowledge is far lower than her own.
“Wahahaha! Wrong guy, Hiichan! Honestly, Satan is a real jerk! He thinks he’s all that because he’s the “prince of darkness” and he lives in Hell. What a loser!”

Shizune glares at Misha and makes a sharp gesture that involves moving her finger across her throat. I forget that we worship Satan in this room.
[“Anyway. This meeting is over. Tomorrow, we will be meeting here again next Monday to pay tribute to the dark lord and all that he has to offer! Aside from that, the rest of this week and the next will be dedicated to ordinary student council work.”]
My head still feels funny. I leave the student council meeting room and decide that I could really use a walk to clear my head. I stumble around the main hallway, getting strange looks from a few other students still up at this hour and eventually manage to make it out of the building. As the door closes behind me, I can feel the cool night air night air hit me in the face. The darkness of the night feels overbearing and intimidating in my current state of mind. Nevertheless, I continue my walk and eventually stumble into a strange, seemingly unfamiliar area.

Before I know it, I realize that I’m not alone and am in fact surrounded by several familiar figures dressed in peach coloured robes and purple mushroom shaped helmets. I talk to one of them, a man with dirty blonde hair whose robes are tanned and possess lavender blue accents and white teardrop patterns.
“Ah, a new member. It’s always a pleasure to expand upon our sausage party.”
“You have sausages here?” I ask. I must be starving, probably because demon summoning rituals take up so much energy.
“Ha ha. Goodness no.” replies the blonde man. “We aren’t serving any refreshments at this hour, but we’re glad you came here nonetheless.”

My conversation with the strange man comes to a close, and I swear that he resembles the school nurse but is probably someone else that I might’ve seen before. I look around the place and notice several members chatting amongst themselves. About what, I’m not too sure so I look around and notice a member who isn’t doing much. He has dark hair and is wearing glasses. His robes are lavender blue with elaborate white kite diamond patterns and he’s also wearing an elongated fuchsia helmet with a white jewel embedded on top.
“Excuse me.” I ask the member. “Can you tell me where I am? I seem to have gotten lost.”
The member looks at me.
“Of course I can. You’re looking pretty flaccid, my man. Stand erect when you’re in the Temple of the Purple Majesty.”
“Temple of the Purple Majesty?” I reply.
Surely I can’t have accidentally stumbled into the lair of some strange, underground cult. Right?
“Yes, the Temple of the Purple Majesty. Our glorious leader, known as The Purple Majesty is the one who shall harden us up as we beat ourselves off against those who wish to defy his diamond hard ejaculations. By coming here in this temple, we shall all emerge from flaccidity and come together in a grand climax where we share in his glory and become hardened members.”
“Uh… what?” I can only reply, completely baffled by whatever the hell this is.
“Our great girthy leader is a master debater, one whose oral skill cannot be matched! You will shudder with pleasure as you feel diamond hard in his presence, and you will come from this meeting as a changed, but very real man. Do not take him for a milquetoast chode incapable of climax!”

This man is clearly nuts. I have never see him chat so passionately about nothing before. Or maybe I have, I don’t really know at this time. I leave the man to his own devices and take a look around. After a minute or so, I manage to find another member, who has just left from the crowd of people he was chatting with and approach them to learn about this place.
“Ah Nakai, I see you are the newest member of our group of seamen. In this hierarchy, the lowest members are called Dick Heads because they have yet to come into their own. I see much potential in you as a new Dick Head and I’m glad that you came for us. The Purple Majesty wishes for you to attend the Semen on the Mount and he’ll happy for you to come again if you so desire.”
The man has an awkward but genuine desire to help. Kinda like one of my teachers, though I can’t seem to recall who. Despite the awkwardness, I feel more comfortable in his presence than I did with the other members. I also cannot help but notice that his robes seem similar to the blond haired man that I was chatting with earlier.
“So as… uh… a new Dick Head, when do I meet up with this Purple Majesty?” I ask, daring to shoot my shot and hope for a concrete answer.
“Oh speak of the devil!” the member who might be my science teacher replies gladly. “EVERYONE, The Purple Majesty is coming! Stiffen yourselves and shudder in anticipation for his hard, throbbing and girthy presence. No soft wienies shall be tolerated! Only hard members need apply here!”

We all stand firm, waiting for this purple majesty to show themselves for the Semen of the Mount. I can hear chattering amongst the crowd and one member yells:
“Play the smooth jizz! Our master debater demands nothing less than solid excellence!”
Smooth jazz (or would that be jizz?) begins to play. I swear that I heard it in a restaurant once. Maybe in a dream I had once where Lily was wearing a red qipao dress? Regardless of the origin, the smooth jizz fills the room, causing the atmosphere to swell in terms of grandness as await in anticipation for the Purple Majesty to rise.

At long last, the Purple Majesty arrives. He is a middle aged man with grey hair dressed in extravagant robes resembling that of a peacock with a grand helmet resembling a rooster’s head adorned with a white diamond serving as its beak. This large man seems oddly familiar but I dismiss the notion because I want to see what all this pomp and circumstance is all about.

The leader does a role call for each of the members by rank, his voice booming each time he speaks.
“All members of the Church of the Purple Majesty, rise for the Semen of the Mount. In ascending order: Dick Heads!”
I stand firmly along with several members, all of whom are wearing plain peach robes and purple helmets, and none of whom I can recognize.
“Cock Teasers”
Several members wearing peach coloured robes, purple helmets and lavender blue accents stand firm alongside the Dick Heads.
“Jerk Offs”
I notice the blonde haired man and the ersatz science teacher stand to attention, standing up with at least 4 other members of the same rank in their tanned robes accented with lavender blue and also white teardrop patterns.
“Grand Prick!”
The dark haired man wears his fancy lavender blue robes with white kite diamond patterns, and his elongated fuchsia helmet. He is the last member of the group to stand erect, and he rises with full intent to please the Purple Majesty.

“With all of our members assembled here, we are to welcome our newest member, Hisao Nakai. He has come to us tonight for the glory of God. Our passion for our lord and saviour shall not be understated, for we worship Him day and night. As the bible says, a good woman must spread her legs for her man, and we men must spread our cheeks for the Lord so that He may come inside us! Only men are [permitted to swallow the penis of God, for His cock is but the strongest one of all! For a man to swallow any other penis but God's and for a woman to swallow any penis but her husband's is a sin, and one that is blasphemy against the Holy Spirit! No man or woman shall ever compete with the everlasting ecstasy His penis provides, for it shall soon flood the world with cum. Cum is a universal substance. It is the life-giver for which we men provide! It is a word of universal application and one that commands obedience! When I say come, you will come! You will go forth and multiply for that is what our lord in Heaven demands!”
The Purple Majesty's speech comes to a climax, and his powerful ejaculation is reciprocated with the thunderous applause from his cult members. The Purple Majesty rests his gaze upon me, which is quickly followed by the rest of the church members, making this situation uncomfortable very quickly.

“Hisao Nakai, in order for us to finalize your membership, you must accept our blessing. Descend to your knees so that we may beat ourselves off in your name.”
I decide to do as the Purple Majesty says because surely it can’t be any worse than Jigoro’s Trial of Fire… right? Once I’m on my knees, all the members unveil their penises at take turns masturbating and ejaculating all over me before clucking and doing a chicken dance. After the individual member finishes their chicken dance, they leave and allow another member to take their turn and repeat the ritualistic process all over again. Now that I think about it, this entire premise here does seem familiar. I think I saw it in a porno that Kenji showed me once because I asked him for an example of “ultimate domination over a woman” or something like that. After all the church members have finished ejaculating, the Purple Majesty whips out his magnum dong and gives me a cocksure look as he too masturbates loudly and furiously before he climaxes, flooding my vision and drowning my face in his cum before clucking loudly and doing the same silly chicken dance as all the other members before him.

All of the members look upon me proudly and cheer my name as the Purple Majesty himself helps me up. After all the members pitch in to clean the semen off my body, they all greet me farewell before telling me to come again. I stumble out of the neon coloured temple and try to find my way back to my dorm room.

Meanwhile at City Miyagi...
After a long, arduous bus trip, Akio and I make it back to town. Normally, I’d be interested in going to town but now is not the time. I’ve got more important things to do such as carry out our new plan. I hate having to walk all the way back to the academy after spending hours outside because its so tedious, but its somewhat bearable today because we have a solid plan now. All we have to do is walk into the girls dormitory and break into Lilly’s room. By the time I make it back on school grounds, my legs are burning and I’m exhausted Akio seems to be doing better, mainly because he actually leaves his room most of the time unlike me.
“Is that Hisao?" I say to Akio, looking quite concerned as I watch him stumble around directionlessly. "We should probably go help him or something.”
“Relax man, he’s probably just drunk again.” replies Akio, trying his best to keep me focused on our mission.
“Again? The only time I’ve ever seen him drunk was during the school festival. Granted the occasion was complete ass but at least he didn’t fall off the roof and die. That would’ve been really awkward.”
“Speak for yourself, Kenji. I for one found the festival quite fun. Mainly because of the food, but come on man, I though it was fun. Maybe I should get you in touch with Molly Kapur during next year’s festival, eh?
Getting in touch with Molly Kapur does sound nice, but now isn't the time for musing on such possibilities. At this point, Hisao has disappeared and is no longer our concern which is good we’ve got a panty raid to conduct. After a few more minutes, my comrade Akio and I manage to make it into the girls dormitory. Now if only we can remember which door belongs to our esteemed Russian mafia princess, we might actually be able to make some real progress. After a moment of thinking, I approach a door numbered 225 based on a vague memory I had of Lilly going in there once.

I signal to Akio that number 225 is the place. The place where our panty raid shall begin. We break the door down and quickly make haste. Akio shoves me by accident and rummages through the drawers until he finds it. The treasure. Lilly’s panties. Lacy, elegant panties in blacks, whites and blues. Akio takes a pair and sniffs them before he calls me over and hands them over to me. Akio then quickly tries to return the drawers to their previous state before we leave the room. Once we close the door, I stuff as many of Lilly's panties into my pockets as I can, then let my right hand go free to high-five Akio and laugh to ourselves over a job well done.

I turn around and flinch. Fuck. It’s that scar-faced chick with dark green hair that hangs around Lilly all the time. She’s burning a hole right into my vision. How could she have possibly known that we broke into Lilly’s dorm? Hanako seems really angry and scary, like she’s the adopted daughter of some Soviet Russian colonel with electric powers, furiously accusing us of stealing Lilly’s panties. My good man Akio proceeds to ham it up dramatically in order to bail me out of trouble. I watch him lick Hanako’s facial scars before licking her tears and speaking in an exaggerated French accent.
“Margarine. I can’t believe it’s not butter! Your tears TASTE LIKE MARGARINE!”
Hanako looks scared as fuck. I on the other hand crack up, paralysed with mirth while holding a bundle of Lilly’s panties.
“If you won’t give me ze buttery tears I desire, then you leave me no choice but to give you ze dick butter!”
Hanako’s eyes widen in fear at the implications of Akio's dick butter, and think that maybe Akio is going too far with this. I look around and notice that Lily seems to be coming back. Shit. Do I tell Akio about this or do I take the panties and hope that Akio can fend for himself? Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I supposed to do? My mirth is soon replaced with paralysing indecision. Akio unzips his pants and whips out his croissant before screaming “IT IS A GROWER, NOT A SHOWER” as he begins to jerk off in front of the fear stricken Hanako and soon descends into rhythmic screams of “VIVA LA FRANCE!”. Lilly approaches ever closer. Damn it! As he reaches the climax, he yells:
“NOW YOU WILL SEE THE TRUE MIGHT OF ZE FRENCHMAN! VIVA LA FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!” Akio screams as he ejaculates.
I notice that Lilly appears to be speeding up immensely in response to Hanako’s screams of fear and disgust. I decide to hightail it out of here and dare not look back at the consequences of our actions. Godspeed Akio, you magnificent bastard, your sacrifice for our grand plan will not be forgotten...

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Developers Commentary
So my main concern with the previous chapter is that it might've been considered too short. However, it didn't want Chapter 1 to to be overly long because introductory chapters that bog the reader down with too many details tend to be quite off-putting for those reading this fan-fic for the first time (or even re-reading it).
Anyway, as for this chapter, this is where the plot actually begins and where things become more interesting. Unlike the canon version of Katawa Shoujo, one of the major things about this student council is that they practice Satanism, which I had introduced in Trial of Fire and will be a recurring plot point in this fanfic.

On a different topic, Kenji Setou (and by extension Akio Hayashi) are characters who are more or less villain protagonists who serve as a foil to Hisao Nakai in their respective quests to win No Nut November. This also allows me to brush up on my skills on writing different character perspectives and also writing in first person because most of my other Katawa Shoujo are written in third person. All of that aside, the dates I picked for each chapter weren't done so at random, its because I want the story to feel properly paced so that the gaps between days aren't too big and therefore feel haphazardly placed.

EDIT (06/11/24): Minor changes such as spelling/grammar fixes (i.e misspelling Lilly's name originally and also misspelling Hicchan and Shicchan and Hiichan and Shiichan originally.) are now corrected.

[seannie4]

Peak fiction returns yet again.

[SilentM]

Three Ls in Lilly, one I and two Cs in Hicchan.

Anyway, that certainly was a chapter I just read. I think.

[Siphonata]

Friday, Day 8 – Capital Punishment (22 days left.)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Blood, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content, Extreme Violence)
The second week of No Nut November finally begins. Personal experience has taught me that the second week is often harder than the first, but I can make it. Or so I think. I need to get this one thing off my chest so I go to the student council room and am relieved to see Shizune there and immediately sign to her.
[“I’m so glad you’re here. Last night, I accidentally stumbled upon this underground cult who call themselves the Temple of the Purple Majesty. They welcomed me in, there was a speech from their leader, then they all jerked off and came all over me before cleaning me up and telling me to come again.”]
[“No offensive Hisao, but that sounds incredibly homoerotic. Are you sure you’re weren’t hallucinating all of this? We have been telling you that you’re supposed to go lie down after we do these demon summoning. There is no such organization called the Temple of the Purple Majesty, and it is clear that your hallucinations were influenced by subconscious factors.”]
[“ Well, that does explain why I couldn’t find their temple after I retraced my steps from last night and only managed to find the storage shed. You’re right, this Temple of the Purple Majesty business might be some weird metaphor related to my hang-ups related to religion or something, I don’t really know.”]
[“Of course, I’m right Hisao. Its not the first time you’ve ignored our advice during this particular time of the year, and have gotten yourself into these wild hallucinatory escapades. I still remember that time where you ran around the school naked on all fours because you thought that Kenji turned you into a werewolf after he bit you on the neck.”]
I feel embarrassed at the recollection of my werewolf episode after Kenji tricked me into busting a nut over Lilly. However, the confirmation that I’m not part of some strange underground cult makes me feel incredibly relieved.

I can hear the door open, and Misha enters the student council room. She also has a message for Shizune and tells her that a sudden turn of events has prompted an assembly where one of my classmates, Akio Hayashi is set be punished by Lilly for his perverted behaviour in front of the whole school. Much to Shizune’s frustration, this means I will be unavailable today for student council business and will have to go watch the assembly. Misha and Shizune however intend to avoid going under the excuse of conducting “official business”, which is good because it’ll make my enjoyment of today's event very awkward.

Upon making it to the assembly hall and taking my seat, the relief I obtained from Shizune’s confirmation is immediately replaced by the discomfort of being sat next to Kenji while watching Lilly’s brutal, but elegant display taking place on the stage. I feel a heady mix of fear, anxiety, anticipation and excitement from myself and all the other students watching this somewhat unexpected event. After all the students have taken their seats, the doors to the assembly hall swing open, and the show is ready to begin at last. All eyes are set upon the illustrious Lilly Satou and her dark acolyte Hanako Ikezawa as they both stride in, ready to begin today’s theatre of brutality and beauty, of sin liberated from the bonds of human flesh. I can feel it now. A great change has emerged in the air.

DORIME. INTERIMO, ADAPARE, DORIME
The two ladies make their way to the stage side by side as strong emotions from their audience surround them like a hurricane. The beautiful Lilly Satou is wearing an equestrian riding uniform composed of black riding boots, white riding breaches, a blood red belt with snake scale patterns, an antique gold cat ‘o nine tails whip nestled in a black leather whip holster, and a crisp white uniform shirt with golden epaulettes on each shoulder. In stark contrast, Hanako’s ensemble is far simpler and consists of a black gown with a white collar and headband attached to a black veil, bringing to mind an nun from a foreign land. I am absolutely sure that whenever Lilly enters a room on such serious terms, a distant piano plays to herald the imminent downfall of those unfortunate enough to oppose her.

Lilly and Hanako are up on the stage at long last along with Akio Hayashi. The red-headed young man is stood up with his ankles and wrists tied to a wooden cross, and his shirtless back exposed for all to see. Kenji gazes at his friend who is undergoing a back-to-front crucifixion and feels a pang of guilt for this outcome. He then turns his gaze at Lilly and Hanako pensively before turning away in shame. On one hand, Kenji regrets allowing Akio to suffer in his place but on the other hand, he’s relieved that he himself won’t be subjected to the whip. My attention dips before I notice myself staring at Lilly’s ass. Damn, her ass looks so tight in her riding breeches that the feeling of arousal begins to wash over me.
“Hey, Hisao. You seem a little pent up, my man." Kenji teases, trying to take his mind off the upcoming event. "Maybe you should do something about that pent up energy when all this is over.”
I know exactly what Kenji is hinting at and I’m not interested.
“No. Besides, what exactly do Akio do to deserve all this?”
“U-Uh… well…” Kenji trails off uncomfortably, refusing to clarify the situation that his friend is now in while tugging at his shirt collar, likely to give himself more air.

AMENO, AMENO, LATIRE, LATIRE MO
Oh fuck. Its beginning at last. Under her watchful gaze, Lilly is the shepherd and we are her sheep. She turns to us and makes her grand announcement.
“All students present here in the hallowed halls of Yamaku Academy, this perverted whelp that you see before you has committed a sin against Hanako and I, one that shall only be forgiven with blood. Through my whip, Akio Hayashi shall feel the love from our Divine Father, and so he shall be cleansed of his sins. Though we may be born into a world that is unfair, unjust and cruel, God shall love us always, and those who believe in Him and are faithful shall surely ascend to Heaven upon the end of their earthly lives. Even if we must suffer for the sin inherent in our human souls here on Earth. May God bless us all with His eternal undying love!”
The tension is palpable. Silence covers the hall like a thick, suffocating fog and we can only await the inevitable. Kenji is bracing himself for impact, as if he taking the brunt of divine judgement in Akio’s place. The silence is then promptly broken with defiance.
“FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” growls Akio gutturally as he makes a show of struggling against his bonds.
Lilly gazes into Akio’s eyes with burning, righteous fury. Akio tries to stare back but eventually relents when it becomes clear to him that Lily has no intention of backing down from her duty to bring the anger of God upon his profane, tainted soul.
“Akio Hayashi, you have been a very naughty, sinful boy. NOW REPENT FOR YOUR SINS!”

DORIME. AMENO. OMA NARI IMPERAVI AMENO
Lilly takes her cat ‘o nine tails out of its holster and cracks the whip upon the floor, creating a distinct, sharp sound that echoes across the assembly hall. Hanako steps back in fear. Kenji cringes with undeniable dread. I on the hand feel a smirk crawling across my face as I await for what shall be the highlight of today.
Lilly lashes the whip across Akio’s back, allowing it to taste the blood of the sinful as Akio cries out in pain. The song of a soul liberated from the shackles of sin begins as Lilly’s lashes mingle with the screams of Aki and the pain of his scarred flesh, and also the shocked murmurs and gasps of the crowd. Fear, anxiety, pain, love, hate and sexual arousal all join the dance as Akio gives the vocal performance of his life, accompanied by the sharp percussion of Lilly's whip across his back. I feel myself aroused by Lilly’s dominant display of power and elegance, her aggressive whip play is like a dance by a professional bluestocking whose beauty is unparalleled. Shizune’s absence continues to be welcomed for her jealous rage and a desire to tear down what is beautiful would be an affront to the beauteous tour-de-force that is Lilly Satou.

Though Kenji normally desires her to the point of competition, today he winces as every blow to Akio's flesh connects. Akio’s back is scarred from the anger of God that Lilly has conducted upon his flesh and it oozes with blood as it drips downs his back. It stains his trousers, Lily's platinum hair, and the stage floor below, hoping to spread it’s sinful, tainted rage wherever it can.
Kenji finally finds the courage to speak up and looks at me. He knows what I’m feeling at the moment and he intends to take full advantage, leaning in very close to my ear.
“Dude, you seem really into this, don’t you?" he whispers seductively. "I get it. If you want, I could give a handjob right now and nobody would ever know.”
"No.", I reply firmly.
I have no intention of missing not even a second of Lilly’s impressive whip play. I have seen more blood today than I have during any of the satanic rituals we conduct in the student council room.
“Aw man. Not even a quick blowjob?" Kenji responded sourly. "Man, you’re no fun today.”

DIMERE, DIMERE, MANTIRO, MANTIRO MO
The symphony of Akio’s screams comes to an end, and Lily confirms it for the entire audience.
“Enough blood has been shed on this stage. The will of the Lord shall be considered sated. Hanako! Bring here the blessed salt and holy water so that his wounds may heal quickly!” ordered Lilly authoritatively.
Even from my seat, I can tell that Hanako hates this part. Her body shivers with nausea as she readies herself to commence the dreaded task. According to her, she once remembered that she asked Lilly what the difference was between blessed salt and regular salt, and was met with a 4 hour lecture on the historical and societal contexts of blessed salt. Hanako was left too afraid to follow up with a similar question about holy water and to this day, the answer gnaws at her in the back of her mind.
On Lilly's command, she opens the small jar of blessed salt and takes some of it into her right hand before placing the jar back into an unseen pocket with her other hand. Hanako then rubs the salt across the bloodstained gashes across Akio’s back, causing the young man to react by screaming and convulsing in agony. Hanako can faintly feel the nausea all around her like a miasma, taunting her with its continued, unwelcome presence. In spite of her nausea, she drives herself to wipes Akio’s blood and the blessed salt off his back with a cloth before rubbing it with holy water to clean off the wounds created from Lilly’s whip. Hanako then finishes the grim process by drying Akio’s back with a separate cloth and manages to stave away the nausea with pale skin and cold sweat as her reward.

Once Hanako is done, she moves away from Akio and allows Lilly to finish this act of blood-soaked theatre with a final announcement.
“Such is the love and devotion for our Lord and Father up in heaven. Glory be to His name, for it is God and his son Jesus alone that shall grant even the most irredeemable of souls the chance for redemption and to be cleansed of all wickedness and sin!” preaches Lilly, her voice reaching out across the assembly hall as an inescapable presence.
Lilly then proceeds to make a show of untying Akio from his bounds before telling him that he is free to go. Akio then starts running away and screams “FUCK YOU” to Lilly in particular while making sure to give Kenji and I the middle finger. After giving us the bird, Akio finally escapes from the assembly hall, therefore ending today’s performance to the tune of the slamming door.
“God bless that sinner and all of God’s children.” says Lily, regaining control and thereby formally concluding today’s bloodstained festivities.
AMENO

“Dorime, Interimo, Adapare, Dorime. Ameno, Ameno…” Kenji sings to himself as we leave the assembly hall.
Every time Lily finishes one of these performances, Kenji goes out of way to sing this awful song purely to spite me and I will forever damn him for this, for it forces me to associate it with the absolute masterclass that is Lilly’s conduct upon the stage.
“Hisao, man. You’re looking a little tense. Maybe you should go release that tension. Go on. I won’t tell anyone.”
Kenji then winks at me. Oh no. I am not falling for that again. I took Kenji’s advice during my first attempt at No Nut November, and I ended up losing immediately when I beat my meat to being sexually dominated by Lily and getting to feel her hot, firm ass upon my prick. My loss was not worth those few seconds of sweet, sweet pleasure. Shizune was especially not pleased after I was forced to break the news to her, and made me do a whole months worth of bondage to make up for it. I must make sure that never happens again.

My penis is thankfully flaccid right now and not susceptible to enemy influence. I must not fap. Fapping is the means in which I shall lose No Nut November. That Infinite No Nut Pass shall be mine, and nobody will stop me.

I. will. win.

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Developers's Commentary
For this chapter, I wanted to introduce Lilly in a way that makes it clear that she's very different from her canon self. One of the ways I did this was play up the Catholic element of Lilly's canon self and contrast it with KSY!Shizune's Satanism so that the two would have a reason to oppose each other and have Hisao get caught up in the middle of their respective extremes. Additionally, I think that early in the making of this fanfic, Akio wasn't very well fleshed out and would've been something who had wronged Lily. It wasn't until I had the idea to greatly increase Kenji's role in this fanfic by adding sections from his perspective to various chapters that I decided to have Akio be Kenji's friend and therefore have him be more than a one-off character. This chapter ended up being shorter than I expected, though its probably because its entirely from Hisao's perspective and because I felt like there wasn't I could do with Kenji's perspective during this chapter.

Also for anyone who felt that this chapter was too intense, the next few chapters won't be anywhere as extreme in terms of dark themes but will still retain the crack-fic elements inherent to this fanfic.

[Siphonata]

Sunday, Day 10 – Neutralist Policy (20 days left)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
I can feel myself begin to struggle after two days of Lilly’s resounding performance in the assembly hall. Every time I think about her and the way she commanded the audience’s attention, I can feel myself sporting an erection. Worse still, Kenji has been actively trying to ensure that I slip up and masturbate so that he’ll be the one to win No Nut November. To give myself an advantage, I decide to visit the nurse so that he may prescribe me with something that can reduce my libido. I need to win this race. I need to win No Nut November so that that the Infinite Nut Pass will be mine along with all of its associated pleasures. Nutting will feel so, so good after I win this event.

I enter the Nurse’s Office. The Nurse himself is a a young man with dirty blond hair, a black doctor’s jacket, white uniform shirt, a black belt and dark olive trousers. I could’ve sworn that he was a member of the hallucinatory cult I stumbled upon a week again, but that at point such details are no longer important.
“Ah, it’s that time of year again, isn’t it, Hisao?” says the Nurse.
“Oh no, I’m not asking for anything to quash my libido if that's what you're thinking. Rin asked me if it was possible if I could come in and collect her medicine for her because she’s so busy with her art classes.”
“Oh sure she did. Let me tell you something Hisao, there’s no scientific evidence that No Nut November actually makes you a better person. You’re not going to become a magnetic sex god who attracts women without trying, because such a thing requires time, effort, skill, and a little luck.”
“But I’m not doing No Nut November because I think it’ll make me a sex god. Besides, Rin insists that you allow me to pick up her medicine so I can send it to her.” I reply, hoping that he’ll eventually give me something to lower my libido if I continue to press the matter. I deliberately omit that I already have a lot of sex with Shizune and Misha because that would invite too many questions.
“Hisao, I’m not stupid. I keep records of every student who attends this school and I can tell you that Rin has no condition that requires medicine to treat at regular intervals. I understand that you young adults think you’re all that and you’re trying to prove your maturity by doing these challenges, but honestly, there’s no need to overthink this and make your life more difficult than it needs to be. Besides, I’m sure you know this story in the news about this family in America called the Heffleys. They tried No Nut November, and it ended fatally for everyone involved. People these days take No Nut November so seriously to the point where there are recorded statistics showing that people actually die during November more than any other month. It’s absurd!”
Before I can respond, I notice the Nurse putting on a rubber glove. He looks me in the eye and grins, pulling the top of the glove slowly while maintaining eye contact before allowing it to snap. I feel uncomfortable and leave immediately.

I exit the Nurse’s Office, dejected at my faliure to obtain an anaphrodisiac. Upon turning around, I notice that Kenji is right in front of me, and he’s really eager to talk to me today. Goddammit, why did it have to be today of all days?!
“Hisao! It’s an emergency!” Kenji screams, gripping my shoulders with uncomfortable force and shaking me. “The feminists are sending out their forces to infiltrate school grounds. If anyone female approaches you, she might be a feminist looking to cock-tease you into submission and leave you with a nasty case of blueballs!”
“Kenji, I’m only looking to have lunch with Emi and Rin. You wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would you?”
Kenji finally stops shaking me and lets go of my shoulders before shrugging his own shoulders.
“Eh, beats me. Speaking of beating, perhaps you’d be safer if you avoided those two and beat your meat today instead.” He then gets far too close to my face for comfort. “You never know with feminists. They’ve probably abducted the two girls and replaced them with murderous fembot impersonators. Better to beat the meat yourself then let yourself be turned to mincemeat by feminist killbots!”
“I’m going to have to lunch with Emi and Rin, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I’m sure they’d appreciate it if I elected to have lunch with them in such good weather.”
“You’re brave aren’t you, Hisao? If you’re that determined to have sex with Emi and you need some lube, I can find it for you, Hisao my dude. I will risk my life by breaking into enemy territory and retrieving some lemon flavoured lube just for you! You’ll be glad you came, Hisao! You’ll be glad you came!”
“I’m not going to fuck Emi in the ass!" I reply, exasperated. "I just want to have lunch with her!”
“I never said you were going to do anal. Not this time at least. Besides, if you're not going have sex with Lilly, then surely you’d want to do Emi right? I know that you enjoy a little sporty rumpy pumpy in the storage shed, Hisao. Its written all over your face!”
Oh fuck. I hope he didn't figure out that I had sex with his ex-girlfriend a few years ago. Eh, probably not. He's so determined to believe that its Emi I had sex with that one time, that he'll probably never know.
“What if I want to have sex with Rin?” I reply factitiously, gauging Kenji’s response.
“Ugh, come on Hisao! Be serious! How can you possibly have sex with that… that… damn it! Whatever they are, surely you can do better than that unless Shizune has forbidden you to have sex with a real woman!”
Try as I might, I’m left reeling and cannot come up with a snappy rebuttal to Kenji’s accusations against my masculinity. I’m very sure that No Nut November also forbids sexual activity of all kinds, but there’s no point in trying to explain that to Kenji because he seems to think that No Nut November is a feminist conspiracy, and I’m really hoping to avoid yet another rant about this topic. All I can do is nod along and hope that Kenji stops talking soon.
“Oh! I just realized man! The time has come for me to get to class! Teacher’s gonna be furious if they think I’m cutting class again. My parents will never let me hear the end of it if they find my grades to be lacking.”
Thank goodness for that. I though that Kenji’s attempts to stop my lunch with Emi and Rin would never end, but thankfully even Kenji has his limits. After prowling around the school and finding neither Emi or Rin in their respective classes, I end up buying lunch before heading off to the rooftops to give me some much needed peace.

Thankfully, Emi and Rin were ahead of me and are both here enjoying the cerulean expanse above us and the cool, refreshing breeze around us. Emi is in her sports uniform which has a faint aura of sweat attached to it, while Rin is casually enjoying the moment in her school uniform. It feels nice and reassuring to enjoy lunch with people who are sane and rational, and not at all disturbing or intense like Kenji or the Student Council. Of course I immediately remember that that one of the girls I’ve having lunch with today is Rin, and am immediately proven wrong.
“Hisao, there seems to be a problem in your pants.” said Rin. I look down uncomfortably. “They seem itchy and uncomfortable, like your current life. If your pants represent your soul, then it is clear that your soul is in disarray and that you need to readjust your expectations.”
“I have multiple sets of pants, does this mean that I carry multiple souls, because if that’s the case, then I can just change my current soul and carry a more comfortable one instead.”
“I’m afraid that changing our souls is that not that easy, Hisao. You must be willing make do with your soul, no matter how ragged or uncomfortable it must be. It is up to you to make peace with yourself so that you may avert the unfortunate state of emptiness and despair.”
I feel confused. Why is Rin hitting me in the face with existential metaphors when we’re just trying to have lunch. I decide to change the topic post-haste.

“I’m sorry that I was late, Emi. I did try to look for you both, and also forgot where you two were going to have lunch. Unfortunately, Kenji was holding me up with his inane ranting. And… well it least its good to be here with you both.”
“Hisao, how could you forget that all three of us eat lunch on this roof occasionally?” Emi replies sadly, before giving me puppy dog eyes.
“Please don’t tell me that this Kenji person was trying to steal your memories while you were distracted like a goldfish in front of the TV.” said Rin.
Emi winces and pinches the bridge of her nose. She does not look thrilled and sighs deeply.
“Hisao, what form of delightful ranting did he subject you to this time?” Emi snarks.
“This year, Kenji told me that all the women in Yamaku have been replaced by -get this- feminist killbots and that I should stay indoors to avoid turned into mincemeat. He even went as far as to insist that he would get me some lemon flavoured lube.”
“What a weirdo! I can’t believe that he’s still at this! My god, a few years ago he spread this ridiculous rumour that I had anal sex with the track team captain even though he already has a boyfriend and I don’t even like lemons! Ugh! What did I even do to him to deserve this?”
“You didn’t accidentally run him down in the hallway once?” I ask wryly.

Emi does not seem amused by this. At all.
“W-what?! I-I hope not!" she responds anxiously "I already get into trouble whenever the teachers notice me running down the halls, and its even worse whenever the Student Council are around. Misha looks at me as I’m going to kill someone one day and the less said about Shizune, the better!”
“E-Emi, I was only joking.” I reply, trying to keep her calm. “Kenji is like a tortoise. He never leaves his own shell unless he’s sure that nobody is out to get him. Besides, as I keep having to tell him, we’re only friends. And he keeps insisting that we… uh... uh...”
“Kenji seems to be thrusting his own inner desires upon you.” Rin interjects bluntly.
“You know, if Kenji wants to go back to his old flame Miki that badly or even try his luck with Molly Kapur, then he can go right ahead! I’ve got no objections to someone like him rekindling an old relationship or expanding their horizons instead of being a shut-in weirdo all the time!” replied Emi irritably.
“Kenji is but the yang to your yin, Hisao." Rin explains. "While you seek stability and continue to passively march onward, Kenji yearns for chaos and is actively hoping to tear down those who represent his imagined tormentors. He wishes to dominate you so that he may mend the deficiencies in his soul.”
“I mean, Kenji has made some pretty blatant passes at me and there was that one incident during my first year at school. Aside from that, I have heard that he wants to… uh…” Oh what was that phrase he uses whenever he wants to sound manly in front of his friend Akio? “Take me from behind.”
“He who penetrates the dirt will in turn be made dirty.” Rin retorts, chuckling softly to herself.
I think that Rin has been taking too many art classes. I highly doubt that Kenji having his way with me would make him dirty unless that also implies that I’m dirty.

Before I can come up with a comeback to Rin’s remark, Emi interrupts me.
“Honestly, this No Nut November thing is stupid. Oh well, you guys think you’re all hot stuff because you can keep it in your pants for more than a week. Honestly, I’m not sure why the Student Council want to make a big deal over something that should be considered basic human decency.”
“It’s just a competition, Emi." I reply, defensively. "Sure, some things have happened in the past, but that’s just how it is with No Nut November.”
“Hisao, just because you’re in bed with the Student Council doesn’t mean you have to keep defending everything they do. I mean what are they really going to do, give you erectile dysfunction?”
“W-what? Emi, why would they do that? Shizune would never do such a thing!” I reply, sounding more uncomfortable than I expected. Emi’s strawberry blond hair looks so radiant in this sunny weather. A comforting thought compared to the possibility that Shizune can choose to give me erectile dysfunction at will. At least it can’t be as bad as the Gimp Suit. I think about wearing it and I shudder. We continue eating and I can feel myself relaxing at last.
Rin nudges up slightly close to me, like a cat or some other creature that is trying to observe its surroundings. Its clear to me that Rin wants to say something more important than her usual philosophical spiel so I listen for her sake.
“You should be careful, Hisao. Mr. Nomiya tends to get really… uh.. touchy feely. Like an octopus that has drank too much and is now driving a car through a crowded supermarket.”
I already know about Mr. Nomiya and his unsavoury activities, but I appreciate the warning nonetheless. Rin has such a way with words that it almost makes me wonder why she hasn’t yet considered taking English classes, and a possible future career in writing. After this joyous occasion, Emi, Rin and I go our separate ways and once the two ladies are gone, the anxiety and dread hit me like a bullet train on a busy day. I know that Rin is correct. Mr Nomiya has a nasty tendency to jerk off any male student he sees during No Nut November and deliberately makes sure to aim their cum at any female student unfortunate enough to be in range. I will never live down the fact that he made me cum all over Suzu Suzuki’s face, and even now his remark afterwards (“You sure kept her awake if you know what I mean”) haunts me to this day...
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Developer's Commentary
The introductory chapter for Emi and Rin. Unlike Shizune and Lily, I intended Emi and Rin to be a neutral force in the story who help Hisao to relax during this breather chapter. This chapter was originally between Lily's introductory chapter and a later one where Kenji goes off the rails before I decided to add another chapter after this one that allowed me to do more with Kenji as a character.

In terms of characterization differences, Emi doesn't seem to be all that different to her canon self aside from being more frustrated and willing to gossip with Hisao about Kenji. As for Rin, I intended for Rin to be someone whose speech is philosophical and yet still difficult to understand to the other characters; unlike the other characters, I'm not too sure if I stuck the landing in regards to characterizing Rin because I've heard that she's a hard character to write for.

[Siphonata]

Tuesday, Day 12 – Sharp Practices (18 days left)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
Another day of this accursed month. The teachers keep nagging me about skipping classes but its not my fault that barely any outside of Film and Drama are even remotely interesting. Not that any of that matters at the moment, because No Nut November is still on and I’m having a lot of fun figuring out how I’m going to win this year. Hisao isn’t the only competitor in this most dangerous game, and as much as I’d enjoy making him bust a nut, I’ve got to get rid of the others too. And I don’t mean fatally, either. Dealing with the student council is bad enough, but actually getting in trouble with the school or itself or law enforcement is another thing entirely, and I’m completely screwed if I end in prison.

Fortunately, I can do just enough to deny that black haired bitch her satisfaction and not get anyone killed. However none of my plans to win No Nut November can be too elaborate. I haven’t got a job and I dread the idea of becoming a salaryman like my father, so I’ve got to find other ways to earn money to fund my projects. The Gooning Chamber underneath this prison will have to wait, because I can’t afford to finish it at the moment because of all the euros I spent on obtaining this package from Europe, and I’m not sure if it’ll get here in a timely manner or not. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the feminist spies have done their best to ensure that the package has been tampered with or it doesn’t get here until after November or not at all. My cyborg henchman Taro is long gone and I’m sure the student council have cracked down on my creation of cyborg minions, so that’s out of the question. I also tried to spike Hisao’s drinks with horse viagra once but somehow Takashi ended up being affected and ended up in the hospital. He and I have not been on good terms ever since.

Lastly, I’ve also got this show that I’m performing near the end of the month, so I’ve got to make sure that I’m not cutting too many of the classes that actually matter. My Drama class will also be attending, so I’m at least confident I won’t be coming in to an empty theatre. I still remember how much of a pain it was to get my show approved this month over the other students in my class, but then I remember that if Lilly can get approval from the higher ups to make my friend bleed on stage, then surely I could get my chance at obtaining a captive audience myself!

With all this going on, I can’t allow myself to become distracted from winning No Nut November. However, I can distract others and to do that, I’m going to be selling nudes. Not mine of course, but of several other students, all of which I pilfered from my favourite visual novel. Sure I could actually go out and risk myself by getting real live footage with my camcorder, but I tried that and eventually had it confiscated for a year. I go into my drawers and take out a brown envelope containing the nudes I intend to sell. After that, I leave my room and go to the cafeteria. Its the best place to sell nudes because a lot of students hang around here and I’m always able to get at least one customer before I go. I scan the cafeteria for potential customers, and find a table that is currently occupied by Lezard and his friends. Personally, I can’t stand stand Lezard because he’s a pompous, self-important prick who thinks everyone should worship the ground he walks on because he was an ex-member of the student council and was Shizune’s ex-girlfriend. However, he’s rich and his friends are always willing to pay, even if Lezard thinks he’s too good for my products.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little rat, Kenji Setou, still doing dirty business, are we?” condescends Lezard.
“Modest as always, aren’t we Lezard! No Nut November is a great time for business, don’t you know?” I reply, putting on a fake smile and hoping that this transaction doesn’t end with me clawing his eyes out.
“You? Business? Don’t make me laugh! Even a homeless person could earn more change than you do, and you still think that you can get ahead in this esteemed academy despite your reputation for skipping classes!”
“Lezard, you’ve got to relax. Release all that pent up energy. Perhaps I can help you and your friends with that by selling you some of Shizune’s nudes?”
“Bah! Don’t bullshit me, Satou! Unlike you, I’ve actually seen her naked. Multiple times in fact.” Lezard’s friends laugh at their leader’s “clever” remark before Lezard continues speaking.
“And because I’ve actually had sex with her -unlike you- I would know from personal experience that your work contains obvious errors such as the colour and lighting, even if it does look life-like in every other aspect. Then again, considering that you still haven’t fixed these obvious errors, rightfully assume that you must be colour-blind. Perhaps you shouldn’t have skipped on Photography class, Kenji. Maybe if you actually attended classes, you wouldn’t have the credibility of a yellow journalist!”

Not once has there ever been Photography classes in this prison. I’m still mad that they cut Film classes because the old bastard teaching art claimed that filmaking isn’t a real art, and everyone believed him because of his connections to the local art gallery in town. Fucking bastard.
“Well, if Lezard here is too jealous to admit that he secretly appreciate my top notch photography, perhaps I can interest you other guys with Shizune’s nudes, right?”
Like fish at a feeding frenzy, Lezard’s friends are chomping at the bit for Shizune nudes, so I offer them up for ¥9.887.11 each. The reactions I get in this business are mixed, but that’s to be expected when you’re selling top quality products related to the student council’s dictator, who I’m confident would sell them at centituple the price I’m selling them for.
“Are you lot seriously paying ¥9.887.11 for an experience that I was able to get for free!? For the love of god, her hair is blue in these! Do you people honestly not understand the difference between black and blue!?”
“Oh come on, Captain Buzzkill, maybe she dyed her hair for these ones!” replies Adachi blithely.
“Are you dense as a nuclear bunker, Adachi? She hates blue. Don’t you idiots remember when she tried to ban the colour blue, and the sports team were pissed because it meant they’d have to pay money for all new uniforms. Honestly, you people have no integrity.”
“Ah, who gives a shit about the colour she hates. I just want to see her naked”, Adachi replies.
“Holy fuck, I’ve heard rumours about the shit she’s into, but I didn’t think it was real!” says Hanzo in response to an image of Hisao being tied to a chair by Shizune.
“Oh my god!” seethes Lezard. “I can’t believe you would all do this. Every year, you all do this just to spite me personally, and I can’t stand it! How am I suppose to retain political credibility when all three of you are paying money for nudes?!”
“Eh, suit yourself, you simp.” replies Kenshin, causing Adachi and Hanzo to burst into laughter.
“Kenji Satou, you have the gall to come here and make a fool of me! I swear to god if I ever become president of the student council, I will do everything in my power to have you blacklisted from this academy!”
It never ceases to amuse me when Lezard gets mad at me for making a joke of his personal status. Naturally, his friends clearly know good taste when they see it.
“I’d like to thank your friends for their fine taste in women, Lezard. It’s a shame that you can’t let go of the fact that Shizune isn’t fucking you anymore, and that she’s in bed with Hisao!” I retort before leaving to the chorus of laughter from Lezard’s friends, who are very satisfied with their purchases.

I continue scouting for potential customers in the cafeteria, and can barely find anyone interested. The majority of them aren’t happy at me interrupting their meals or their personal conversations, and with the rate I’m going, I’m almost ready to cut my losses and get on with all the other things I need to do today. I notice Haruhiko Suzumiya sat alone at a distant table and go up to him. I’ve heard rumours that he used to be a girl -and nothing is really confirmed- but if its true, then congratulations to him for picking the winning team. I approach Haruhiko and try my best sales pitch on him, which to my surprise actually works. Haruhiko looks nervous but nevertheless manages to open up about what he expects from me.
“I have a… strange request.” murmurs Haruhiko.
“Nothing illegal, right?” I reply with consideration. Not the first time I’ve gotten some strange requests in this business.
“Ke-Kenji! No! No! I would never ask for anything illegal” Haruhiko stammers. “Actually, I.. I’m asking if you got any nudes of that s-scarred chick. S-She’s kinda hot and I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a freak because I f-find her attractive.”
“Come on, Haruhiko. You know me, I don’t judge. I’m just the local nudes dealer around here. Tell you what, I’ve got two pictures of Hanako naked that I’ve obtained recently.”
As a man of my word, I produce two images of her. One of them shows Hanako with her back exposed and the only things she’s wearing being her panties and black pantyhose. The other image shows Hisao having intercourse with Hanako.
“O-Oh my god. T-That’s sexy as fuck. Sure her hair’s all purple for some reason, but hot damn, Kenji. You really know how to get these photos!”
“Heh, well its a minor printing error, but I’m glad that you appreciate it all the same.” I reply back.

After this, Haruhiko pays me ¥2,963.47 for the Hanako images, which I happily accept. Before I leave the cafeteria to conclude my money making scheme, Takashi Maeda arrives into the cafeteria and I immediately try to butter him up so I can earn a little extra cash.
“Oh, its you.” Takashi grumbles. “You got any nudes or a leaked sex tape of Naomi?”
“I-I’m afraid not. I suppose the newspaper club isn’t as relevant as it used to be. Perhaps, I can offer you something more… tantalizing.”
I pull several images of Lilly out of my brown envelope, all of whom depict her with blonde hair instead of the platinum blonde that she’s best known for. Takashi snatches an image of Hisao and Lilly in a bathtub and looks at it disdainfully.
“I’m not paying for this softcore shit! Do you think I can’t tell the difference between Lilly and Naomi, you patronizing asshole!”
“Good god, man. You know how it is with these journalism types. They’re a guarded bunch so its hard to get good quality pictures of them naked. Even more so ever since No Nut November started and they were all suddenly concerned about their privacy while they still think its their right to continue snooping on things that aren’t any of their business!”
I look for Takashi and notice that he has left while I was trying to show interest in his personal desires. The Lilly nudes go back into the brown envelope and I decide that I shall not be deterred. I wait for him to finish getting his lunch and pick a table to sit down. Once Takashi is ready to eat, I emerge from the shadows to sell my next sales pitch.
“Hello there, esteemed customer. If you’re interested in naked pictures of Lilly, then I also have some nudes of Emi Ibarazaki and Saki Enomoto that might interest you.”
Takashi is clearly ignoring me and I can’t stand it right now. I decide that I will continue trying to make him part with his money, even if I have to resort to extreme measures.
“Come on. Just for you, I’ll consider a half price discount. Sounds like a great offer, my man.”
“Oh my god, shut up. I’m trying to have my lunch here and you're really getting on my nerves." growls Takashi.
“God man, I’m just trying to make an honest living. Come on, are you still mad about that time that you ended up in the hospital because I spiked Hisao’s drink with viagra and you ended up consuming it instead? Cheer up, man. I’ve heard that Saki Enomoto and Emi Ibarazaki are very popular during this time of the year.” I continue prying, hoping that he’ll buy even one of my nudes.
I can feel him burning a hole in my forehead with his gaze, and if I don’t get this sale made, I’m going to have a problem on my hands.
“That was you? You spiked my drink and that’s why I had that raging hard-on for several hours before they send me to the hospital!” Takashi gets right in my face, and I can feel his rage threatening to melt my face off. “Don’t get this twisted, Kenji but Saki is a very pretty lady and she does not deserve to be associated with this crap that you’re trying to pull. Emi on the other hand is annoying and I couldn't care less about seeing her naked. Now get out of my sight.” snaps Takashi.
“Yeesh. I thought you’d apprecia-”
“Get. Out. Of. My. Sight.” Takashi snaps. “Aren’t you supposed be sucking Hisao’s dick?”
I have no choice but to leave, denied of any additional profits. At least I won't have to explain that I was only bluffing when I said I had nudes of Saki. Prick.

Once I’ve finished selling nudes, I return to my room and notice notice a package outside my door. This could either be the hidden cameras that I ordered or… oh god. It finally happened. The feminists have figured out my location and have sent me a bomb in the mail. I have no choice. I take the box inside and unwrap it, revealing that it is indeed my hidden cameras after all! Happy days!
Now that I have them, I can carry out my plan to install them in the student council office, and use them to safely spy on the three stooges without having to use my camcorder. Its not going to be easy though, because they’ve got their spies everywhere and I can’t risk this going wrong. If only it were as easy as putting a cardboard box over myself and simply sneaking in undetected.

With the unwrapped box in hand, I leave my room and set course for the student council room. Upon making it there, I peek through the window and am relieved to see nobody in the room. Good. I touch the door handle, and immediately cotton on that the student council have either gone out to lunch or forgot to lock the doors. Regardless of the reason, I enter the student council room, and search the room for traps only to find none whatsoever. Once I confirm that the room is safe, I get to work on setting up my hidden cameras as fast I can. Once I’m done, I admire my handiwork and make my escape, hoping that I’m not caught by the student council as I make my mad dash back to my room with empty packaging in hand. Once I'm there, get the door opened and once I'm safely back in, close it behind me. I throw the packaging to the floor and flop onto my bed exhausted, unable to barely muster the energy to do anything more substantial. The chaos in my head begins to subside and I disappear into the darkness.

After a dreamless sleep, I awaken at last and remember that I have one last thing I need to do. It was a pain to get my puppet show approved, but if Lilly is allowed to whip my friend until he bleeds in front of the whole school, then surely I’m allowed this one performance. I leave my bed, stretch myself and rifle through my drawers and find the leaflet I made. After that, I leave my room and lock the door behind me. I need to talk to her. I search all the classes that I know Molly Kapur is in and I don’t see her in any of them. I check the cafeteria, the assembly hall and the roof but she isn’t in any of those places either. Loathe to admit it, I have no choice. I have no choice but to… go outside.

Contrary to my expectations, its not actually half bad. Blue sky, cool weather and no clouds as far as the eye can see. I walk around, figuring that maybe some fresh air would actually be good for me instead of shutting myself up inside my fortress of a room. I walk past several students minding their own business and then past a very large tree. As I’ve learned in this life, you can never be too sure of the things taken at face value so I follow my instincts and check the tree again. I then walk closer to it and find Molly Kapur resting under it reading something. I pull out the leaflet in my pocket because I need to hand it over to her.
“Excuse me, Molly, do you have a moment?” I ask.
Molly looks up, her face as cold and stoic as ever. She then briefly sniffs the air around her and I’m starting to think that maybe I should’ve showered before approaching her today.
“Could you please not stand over me? I find it uncomfortable.” replies Molly.
Damn it, I feel really self conscious now. I back away before squatting down to get myself on her level, something that my father would no doubt disapprove of.
“So as I was saying before, you have a moment, right?” I ask again.
“I’m supposed to reading through this script for Drama classes, Kenji. I know you’re asking me for a favour, so please just get to the point.” Molly replies coolly.
The audacity of this woman! Oh well, she’s agreed to hear me out so I suppose I can’t complain too much.
“I’ve got a puppet show that I’ll be doing near the end of the month. I’m doing my best to attend Drama class so I can get everything ready, but I need you to send Hisao this leaflet on the big day. It is absolutely important that he attends my show.”
Molly looks at the leaflet and skims through it, finding its contents amusing. I can even see her crack a brief smile over my handiwork.
“Oh, yes. Hisao. I forgot that you have a crush on him, don’t you?” she replies. “Honestly Kenji, you really need to let go of this unhealthy fixation you have for him. Even you deserve to be happy with someone who actually loves you.”
“Wh-what? I do not have a crush on Hisao! I just want him to lose No Nut November! I don’t get why everyone thinks I’m gay for Hisao when he’s clearly in bed with the student council!”
“There’s no shame in being gay, Kenji. Just focus on your performance this month. I’ll hand Hisao this leaflet if its that important to you.”
“I know that! Its just that things won’t be the same if Hisao doesn’t show up, and besides, he could use some time away from the student council’s bad influence. For too long, they’ve been allowed to continue their corruption unimpeded, and surely there must be someone willing to stand up to them!”
“I know they’re corrupt.” Molly replies. “That’s why I’m hoping to beat them in the next student council election.”
“Oooooh” I reply intrigued. “If I find any evidence of the student councils corruption, I’ll be sure to send it to you!”
“I’d appreciate that. Now that we’ve agreed that I do this favour, may I return to my script?”
“Sure.” I reply, having already succeeded in what I set out to do.

I leave Molly Kapur underneath the tree where I found her, feeling triumphant with all that I’ve accomplished today. I return to my room knowing that I’ve made some money and succeeded in my mission to ensure that Hisao will come to my show. With the hidden cameras I’ve installed in the student council room, I figure I might as well get my jollies and help Molly’s potential election campaign by getting more evidence of the student council corruption. With all of this in mind, I feel that if I’m able to continue with this little winning streak of mine, not even Hisao would be able to beat me. I might even be able to win No Nut November...
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Developer's Commentary
This chapter wasn't part of my original plan for this fan-fic and is one of two new chapters I added because I felt that some readers would want to see a chapter focused exclusively on Kenji outside of Hisao, and because it allowed me to somewhat balance things out in terms of character POV in each chapter. It also allows me to establish some things that you'll be seeing in later chapters and also continue the ongoing plot.
EDIT (14/11/24): Minor alterations to the scene where Kenji badgers Takashi into buying his nudes which has Kenji mention that he has nudes of Emi as well. Also another line clarifying that Kenji was only bluffing about having nudes of Saki Enomoto.

[SilentM]

So I take it Kenji's nudes are all CGs from the VN, which I guess is the prime timeline? But if that's how he got them somehow, how's Saki in there too?

[Siphonata]

Thursday, Day 14 – Shoot em’ Up (16 days left)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
I’m thankful that Rin warned me about Mr. Nomiya a few days ago because it allowed me time to plan out an alternate route to avoid him and protect my penis from a premature end to my No Nut November streak. I have no Student Council business to attend to this morning and I’m several minutes early to my science class so I decide I might as well watch to see who will lose No Nut November this year. Several people walk by and one of them is none other than Kenji himself. As if on cue, Mr. Nomiya immediately springs into action, his eyes shining with delightful malice.
“Ho ho ho! A naughty boy who needs a good milking! Come here, you!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, Kenji squeals as Mr. Nomiya manhandles him with inhuman strength. Kenji struggles against his enemy like a squealing pig trapped in a fence as the old man smiles and unzips Kenji's pants and touches his flaccid cock. Kenji’s penis hardens against his will, and his face flushes with terror as Mr. Nomiya starts jerking him off. As much I want to help Kenji, I know that doing so might be far too risky and may put me in actual danger.

As a result, I’m forced to stay put and hope that Mr. Nomiya doesn’t notice me. Fortunately he doesn't because he's busy stroking Kenji’s cock, and as Kenji grows closer to climax, the old art teacher decides to weaponize Kenji’s penis by looking for a target he can ejaculate on. He looks around and notices several students, and knows that he has to time the ejaculation properly for maximum effort. Out of all the young ladies he could choose, Mr. Nomiya sets his eyes on one with dark skin and prosthetic legs, smirking at his choice. Molly Kapur is in the blast zone and she isn’t even aware that she’s the latest target for Nomiya’s sick game.

It's too late now. Nomiya chuckles to himself and takes aim at Molly Kapur, giving Kenji’s penis several furious strokes to force his baby batter out of his meat cannon. Kenji watches helplessly as his ejaculate is launched right on target into Molly Kapur’s face. She then lets out an ear piercing scream of terror once she realises what happened, and runs away crying.
“MOLLY, I’M SO SORRY”, Kenji yells to her as he futilely struggles against Mr. Nomiya’s grip. Molly continues to scream in terror as the tears keep coming, her crying growing faint as she vacates the scene. Mr Nomiya laughs boisterously and leans in closer so he can whisper into Kenji’s ear.
Kenji looks absolutely shaken and is finally freed from the madman’s grip and I make my own escape to my morning science class, hoping that Kenji is oblivious to me watching him lose No Nut November.

“Have no regrets for what has happened, my boy. The weak must fear the strong.”
That old bastard's words have really shaken me and I regret not noticing him in the hallway sooner. Why did I have to be so foolish? And why, why did he have to pick Molly Kapur, out of all the girls he could’ve chosen. I hastily zip up my pants and decide to retreat to my room. Fuck going to class! As I observe my surroundings, and notice the students, I can see one particular person retreating from the scene, and I know who it because I’d recognize that ass anywhere.
Fucking Hisao! I can’t believe that BASTARD managed to escape getting jerked off by the art teacher!!! Don’t get me wrong, it was funny watching Hisao get his dick squeezed last year and lose No Nut November but the fact that it happened to me is completely unacceptable! I start running as fast as possible and after a few minutes, I make to my room and open my door before closing it behind me. I couldn’t care less about class right now, and its not as if I’m missing anything today anyway.

My tears and rage overflow. I scream and scream and I don’t fucking care who hears it. I’ve lost No Nut November and my chance to obtain the Infinite Nut Pass this year! If I cannot have it, then neither can Hisao! I was far too merciful on him. If I ever see him again, I must dominate him sexually, and show him that I am the alpha male! Hisao Nakai, I swear that you're going to be feeling my dick up your ass! I find my laptop and fire up it, waiting several minutes for it to boot up. Hisao is fucking cheating, he has to be! He’s clearly in bed with the student council, everyone can see that and its an open secret that he’s complicit in their corruption. But that doesn’t matter now.

I’m not in the mood to come up with another plan to make him lose NNN right now. Instead, I’m going to go jerk off to some porn until I’m fucking numb enough not to care anymore. Normally, it’d be a pain to get good internet connection in this part of the country, but I suppose one of the perks about being stuck in this prison is their fast internet connection that doesn’t take half an hour to load whenever you use the internet.
Finding websites is still a pain, but I had the foresight to create a bunch of folders on and offline to save a few websites for pirating, research and of course, porn. I go into my digital porn stash and start clicking on several links, filling the screen with about 20 or so tabs. I then go into one of my many desktop folders and find my copy of Dragon Ball Z: The Pornographic Musical (Director’s Cut) after a minutes. I absolutely refuse to call it by its shitty American name (Dragon's Ballsack Z), even if the dub was excellent! This particular porno was worth finding and I remember that I downloaded it from a pirating site after spending months trying to find one that didn’t contain any computer viruses or obnoxious malware.

I click the desktop icon which resembles a vermilion ball with 6 brown stars, and is totally not an off brand version of one of the best anime of the 21st century. I decide to skip to my favourite scene because I’m not in the mood to watch the entire thing. The scene in question takes place in the desert (hence all the cacti!) and three individuals are standing there ready for action. The legendary hero Gokkun (conceived from a Saemen woman who drank a cup of sperm from the strongest Saemens from Planet Viagra) now valiantly stands, ready to fight against a steroid infused brute called Knobba while his ally Viagra stands to the side watching them both.

“Viagra, what does the scouter say about his orgasmic level?” shouts Knobba.
“IT’S OVER 69000!” yells Viagra.
“WHAT, 69000!? There’s no way that can be right!” replies Knobba loudly.
“I think it’s right.” retorts Gokkun. He takes off his vermilion and deep blue martial arts clothing, and now stands before Knobba and Viagra buck naked. I watch in awe as Gokkun’s penis rises in time to the opening of “His Orgasmic Level is Over 69000!!!”, the best damn round of singing and fucking in the whole film. Before any of the characters can actually sing, I hear a knock on the door and scramble to pause the video. Oh fuck. It’s finally happening! My computer and everything on it going to be confiscated by the student council, as if this day can’t get any worse!
“Kenji, you fucking asshole, we need to talk. Now!” yells Akio through the door.
“Fuck off you idiot!” I scream back at him.
“NO FUCK YOU! YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDING ME EVER SINCE I GOT WHIPPED BY THAT BLOND BITCH AND I’M SICK OF IT!”, Akio yells louder through the door.

I really hate have having to deal with shit like this, but fuck it, it’s Akio and it’d be uncool of me to leave him hanging. I reluctantly exit the video and all of the internet tabs, cursing and seething over the fact that I have been denied the chance to drown my sorrows with pornography. After shutting down the computer, I march towards the door and slowly take down all of my door locks one by one until the door can be opened by Akio. After a tense few seconds, I decide to finally let him in.

“Now you listen here, Kenji! I can-
“Akio, pleas-
“NO, Kenji. You listen to me right the fuck now! I can’t believe that you abandoned me to that blond psycho. After you fucked off, she hit me with her fucking whip, tied me to a chair and forced me to listen to the entirety of the Old Testament! Yes, can you believe that I had to listen to all that for hours! Hours! And they all say that Shizune and Misha are a pair of fuckin’ weirdos...”
“I least managed to successfully steal her panties.”
“Oh yeah, and how did that turn out?”
“I.. uh haven’t given them to Hisao yet.”
“You haven’t given them to Hisao yet.” Akio replies snidely. “Oh great! We go through all this bullshit and he’s probably rubbing one out to my ex-girlfriend when they’re not having sex every other week!”
“God, I hate Shizune so much.” I reply, hoping to steer the conversation away from my own failings as a friend and comrade against the feminist regime. “That fucking bitch set up this whole No Nut November game just so she can get off, man.”
We both laugh over this like madman and in this moment, it seemed like our troubles had disappeared and all would be right again.

“OK, but I’m still mad about the whole thing with Lilly.” said Akio.
Shit. I was avoiding to avoid that, but sometimes a man must swallow his pride for the greater good.
“Akio, I’m sorry. I wanted to warn you about Lilly, but you were so busy jerking off in front of Hanako and I had Lilly’s panties right there in my hands! I didn’t want our panty raid to be for nothing.”
“Oh that.” Akio replies, remembering his entire gag about being a Frenchman. “Fucking hell man, she was so scared that she forgot to turn around and go back to her own room!” Akio continues, amused by the recollection.
“Did you really need to do that, man?” I replied. “Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty funny but we could’ve just ran off with Lilly’s panties and that scarred chick wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it.”
“Yeah, well in hindsight that was pretty dumb.” Akio admits. “ You’re right though! It was pretty funny at the time and we did need a distraction.”
“It sure did distract that scarred chick, that's for sure! Anyway, I’m sorry for leaving you to get lashed by Lily. Fucking hell, those back scars must be painful as hell." I can no longer take the guilt of letting my friend suffer.
"I-It should’ve been me getting lashed in front of the entire school! I deserve it for being a coward and just leaving you there to take the brunt of Lilly's wrath instead of accepting the fact that our plan was poorly executed!”
“You, Kenji? Naaaaaah. I played a stupid game and won a stupid, painful prize! Everyone will be sure to think that I’m the coolest student because I got whipped by Lilly Satou, and survived! Come on, there’s no need for self-pity here! Our plan didn't go that badly, and you did get Lilly's panties, even if Hisao doesn't have them yet. Besides, there's nothing stopping us from stealing Mr. Mutou's alcohol and getting wasted. It’ll be fun!”

I enjoy a manly picnic as much as the next guy, but right now I’m still rather steamed and decide that I must vent this out or explode. Much like the national economy. Actually come to think of it, exactly like the national economy.
“You’re right, it would be fun. It’d sure as hell beats moping around watching porn because I lost No Nut November!” I rage at him.
“Wait, you lost No Nut November?” Akio asks, actually shocked.
“Ye-Yeah. Fucking art teacher grabbed me from behind and choked my chicken against my will! I had no idea that the old fatass had the strength of a gorilla, and worst of all he made me cum all over Molly Kapur’s face!”
“Oh yeah, Molly. You should really try asking her out if you like her so much.”
“W-What? I can’t do that. I already asked for a favour a few days ago, and even though she agreed, that doesn't mean she’s interested in me. And even if she was, there’s no way I could let her into this place. Not unless I spend hours tidying everything and honestly, that sounds like too much work."
I know Akio is right. I could try asking Molly out, but I don’t wanna rejected and even if I do manage to ask her out, I fear that if I tell her about my work against the feminist regime, she probably just dismiss it as nonsense! And even though she intends to beat Shizune in the next student council election, I just know that Shizune has some dirty tricks up her sleeves. Just the thought of that black haired feminazi raises my hackles like no other! However, I cannot allow myself to be distracted by such unimportant matters right now!

Before I can say anything more, Akio decides to speak first.
“Okay, you don’t wanna ask her out? Fine by me. But for the love of god, please don’t tell me that you were going to waste the entire day watching low quality porn and making yourself even more miserable.”
Oh no he doesn’t. He is not dissing my favourite porno. Not in this room, he won’t!
“Don’t you be dissing Dragon Ball Z: The Pornographic Musical! It is the best damn porno there is! Fucking and singing! Singing and fucking! Who wouldn’t want to watch hot greasy men getting fucked to awesome music? At least it’s not dickgirl porn, Akio!”
“Wait, you mean that one porno with all those musical numbers?! At a time like this? Kenji, dude, you’ve got better things to do then wallow in self-pity and masturbate to porn. So you lost, you can always try again next year.”
“B-but next year’s the final year! I can’t graduate this place as a loser who couldn’t even win No Nut November. I’ve got to formulate a plot! I’ve got to do something!”
“Like getting back at that douchebag Hisao for screwing you over?”
“Yeah! Something like that. There’s a theory I have about the student council. One that’s been bothering me for a while.”
“And what theory would that be?”, Akio asks inquisitively.
“Get this, Akio. My theory is that the student council have been able to cover up all the weird happening and their sex parties with time travel! That’s why we can’t seem to remember anything after something strange happens.”

I go under my bed and search for the paintball gun. I remember that I spray painted it completely black to hide the coloured parts, something that I only did because it was far easier than buying a real gun and dealing with the consequences of everyone thinking that I'm a school shooter. It takes several minutes of my time to find the paintball gun amidst all this other junk under the bed, and I after I do, I present it to Akio who seems impressed that I own a gun of some sort.
“Holy fuck, is that a real gun?” he asked. “Like dude, you’re not actually planning to kill them are you?”
“Wh-what? Of course not! Ever since that time I turned Taro into a cyborg, I’ve been trying to stick with non-fatal plans. At least I think that what happened, I don’t remember the details too clearly. None of that matters now of course! This paintball gun that I possess will make me look cool and intimidating when I finally decide to show them student council fools up!” I exclaim.
Akio looks kinda disappointed that it wasn’t a real gun but I couldn't care less about that. I look around again, trying to remember where I keep my sunglasses and that trench-coat I brought one time because I wanted to cosplay as Neo from The Matrix. I go back to the under-brush of junk to retrieve both items, which doesn’t take as long this time because I remembered where they were this time.

After I find both of the items needed to complete my ass-kicking ensemble, I present myself to Akio dressed in my trench coat and sunglasses while also holding up my paintball gun for him to see.
“Good god man, you look absolutely ridiculous!” replies Akio, barely able to contain his laughter. “There’s no way in Hell that Hisao isn’t going to fall down and die laughing!”
“Up yours, man!” I retort. “If my theory is correct, the feminists will use time travel to ensure that none of this ever happened!
“Yeah, you’re right. Nobody’s going to remember the outfit at least!” Akio replies before completely bursting into laugher.

I ignore Akio’s ridicule and remember that I need one last thing to complete my plan. Music. I’ve got to set the tone and show these feminists that I mean business! Fortunately this part of the plan is easy because I keep my iPod in the same drawer as the headphones and so many other things that aren’t really important right now. I press the buttons on my iPod, shuffling through all the tracks until I find it. The one.

Doom is one of the greatest FPS shooters of all time, and I remember playing it on Sega 32X, which wasn’t the best version of the iconic classic, but it was the best my parents could afford at the time. And with all great games, it starts out with memorable music. At. Doom’s. Gate. The music track that shall cause the feminists to tremble in their boots as I gun them all down. I play the track to survey Akio’s response.
“Y-You’re kidding me right? It sounds like ass, and I really do mean ass, Kenji!” He then breaks down laughing.
“Hey! My parents couldn’t afford the Windows version when I was growing up, OK?!” I reply, trying not to sound defensive. “B-Besides, my enemies will never see it coming when I crush them in my asskicking I made just for this occasion!”

I load my paintball gun with only red pellets and leave the blue and yellow ones behind. After all, I don’t want to give away that I’m using a paintball gun and spoil the illusion. After all, I’m confident that my plan to force the feminists to use their time travel powers to undo my rampage won’t require me to use up all of my paintballs (honestly, getting good quality ones are expensive!). After everything that has happened, I finally open my door, ushering Akio out of my room and closing the door behind us as I get ready to put my plan into action.
I am Kenji Setou, and the student council are about to bear witness to my revenge. I will show them what happens this year when I lose No Nut November!

At the cafeteria...
Normally, we’d order lunch in and eat in the Student Council office, but work has been soul crushingly boring and we could really use the escape. I hate paperwork so much, and so does Shizune and Misha who hate it even more than I do. The food in the lunch hall is cheap but passable as always. After obtaining our lunches and sitting near the window, we begin eating and tt seems that today will be yet another unremarkable day. I am immediately proven wrong as Kenji kicks down the cafeteria door in a tacky looking outfit as awful music starts blaring loudly. Years of experience of playing DOOM on the hardest difficulty (according to him at least) and his recent rage at losing No Nut November seems to have pushed Kenji over the edge.

“I got a gun.” yells Kenji, who indeed pulls out a gun. “No girls. Girls gotta die.” He then starts shooting several female students and laughs as he continues to open fire at the remaining students who are very steamed over having their lunch interrupted.
Shizune, Misha and I manage to hide underneath our table while the other students fall down to the floor, the symphony of their annoyed and outraged screaming and yelling meshing with the percussion of red pellets, and what I can only assume is a song of pure toilet sounds and nothing else.
The gunfire eventually stops, but the music is still playing and I hate every moment of it. We need to get out and fast, before Kenji gets it in his head to reload and finish what he started.
“We need to get out of here”, I say to Misha and Shizune tersely.
“W-wait, Hicchan. What about all of the other students? We can’t just leave them here and let Ken-Ken finish whatever he’s planning.”
Shizune sighs. She signs to Misha:
[“We don’t have time for this. We save ourselves first and if we have time, we’ll just use an amnesia ritual to erase all evidence of this incident.]
I am on edge right now. I notice that Misha is trying to plead with Shizune in sign language, so I hastily interrupt her by grabbing her by the shoulders and violently shaking her to get her attention.
“For the love of god Misha, we don’t have time for this!” I yell. We need to get out of here before he kills us next!”

With no further words spoken, Misha peers from the table, and signals to us that Kenji is coming our way. Oh crap. He seems to hear us and turns his head in our direction, prompting us to realize that it's now or never. The three of us emerge from the table and go pell-mell for the door. We can hear Kenji screaming at us, and I tackle him on the way out, causing his gun to fly out of his hand. With precious time gained, the three of us of leave quickly as Kenji starts ranting about me being an asshole, and how he should brought more ammo and more nonsense trailing behind us, gradually getting quieter and quieter before I feel the glorious relief of silence at long last.

I later catch up to the dynamic duo, who both laugh to themselves out of what I assume to be relief.
["It seems that we won’t be needing to resurrect anybody this year!”] Misha signs to Shizune.
[“Exactly. Despite what happened back there, it seems that nobody was fatally hurt.”] Shizune signs back to Misha.
[“But Kenji had a gun!"] I interject. ["Are you seriously telling me that he shot several people and nobody is suffering any serious injuries.”] I sign back, my hands shaky from panic.
Shizune lets out a small laugh, which I do not find amusing in the slightest. She then returns to signing.
[“Calm down, Hisao. He clearly wasn’t shooting with actual bullets or we’d in trouble with the school administration…”] Shizune hesitates for one moment [“...And that would be really, really bad for us.”]
Misha who has clearly been watching us the entire time joins in, barely hiding her laughter at what I assume is at my expense.
“Wahahaha. Hicchan, don’t you know what a paintball gun is?”
I rack my brains but find nothing.
“No.” I reply tersely.
“Seriously, Hicchan? Ken-Ken comes in making a fool of himself and you actually though he was going to shoot the place up.” Misha then continues laughing loudly and try as I might, I cannot seem to get a word in. I feel like a complete dumbass now and absolutely nothing Shizune and Misha can say will change this...
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Developer's Commentary
This chapter turned out quite differently from my initial plans. Unlike the final chapter, Kenji was actually going to shoot up the cafeteria in revenge for losing No Nut November. It would've been revealed in the beginning of the next chapter that Shizune and Misha would've then spent the entire night resurrecting each of the dead students but not having any time to erase their memories of the traumatic event, causing Kenji to face consequences for his actions. However this won't apply to the next chapter, because it has a completely different premise from what I originally planned it to be.

As a result, I decided to heavily tone down Kenji's plan so that he'd shoot several of the students non-fatally, and made the situation more ridiculous. Despite this, Kenji choosing the Sega 32X version of At Doom's Gate was always part of the plan, and yes, its as every bit as awful as I describe it in this fanfic.

[Siphonata]

So I take it Kenji's nudes are all CGs from the VN, which I guess is the prime timeline? But if that's how he got them somehow, how's Saki in there too?

Very observant of you! In this alternate universe, the canon version of events is part of a fictional video game called Katawa Shoujo (which is exactly the same as the real life visual novel), and that's where Kenji got the nudes from. I've looked around but it turns that there are no official NSFW art of Saki that I know of, so it can be inferred that Kenji was only lying about having Saki's nudes in an attempt to get more money out of Takashi.