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Monday, Day 18 – Divine Intervention (12 days left)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Hisao POV, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
I’m ready to enter the student council for yet another day of work, only for something to catch my eye. Shizune’s body is covered by a laptop, which I assume she’s using to watch security camera footage, and yet her body is unmistakably spread out as if she’s pleasuring herself. I have a front row seat to this special event, and there is something… delightful about watching my boss pleasing herself. Outside of this moment, she’s so dominating and powerful but just this once… just this small act of vulnerability… ugh what I am saying? God, I sound so creepy when I put it like that, and I’m sure Shizune would agree if I actually expressed that to her. Then again, I’m not so sure considering some of the things that have happened in that room. Before I can open the door and actually begin today’s round of student council work, I am startled by a very loud voice.
“HICCHAN!”
Oh shit, it’s Misha! She’s never going to let me hear the end of this is she? I didn’t nut to Shizune, therefore Misha cannot accuse me of losing No Nut November.
“Misha! I-it’s great to see you! What are we doing today?” I ask, hoping to divert her attention from my front row seat to Shizune’s private show.
“Huh, you seem pretty chipper today, Hicchan! Well, so far we’ll only be doing another demon summoning, and some more paperwork.”
“That’s it? OK. That doesn’t sound too bad actually.” I reply dryly, hoping that by the time this conversation has ended, Shizune will have finished and we can avoid an awkward conversation about Shizune’s sexual preferences… again.

Misha and I enter the student council room after I knock on the door (a very polite thing to do in this kind of situation). I then immediately remember that Shizune is deaf, so she can’t hear me anyway and I decide to slowly open the door. Shizune immediately takes her legs off her desk and slams the laptop shut, and without missing a beat, orders us to gather the things we need to begin our worship of our Dark Lord. After a few minutes of gathering the candles, a lighter and a golden statue of Baphomet, I arrange the candles on the table and light them while Misha places the statue in the center of the table, its aged appearance now empathized by the candle light.
Shizune sits behind the statue with Misha at her right and myself at her left. The time has come to begin our worship of the Prince of Darkness. Because Shizune is unable to speak, she does her best with sign language while Misha and I are the ones who speak in unison.
“Our Father
Who art in Hell
Cursed be thy name
Thy kingdom upon earth has come
Thy will be done in hell as it is on earth
Grant us your power and might
And lead us into tempta-”

We are rudely interrupted as the door to the student council swings open.

DORIME. INTERIMO, ADAPARE, DORIME
Oh fuck. She’s here. Lilly Satou strides into the Student Council room, taking complete control over the atmosphere of the room. Unlike her performance in the assembly hall, Lilly is wearing the standard female school uniform of a black uniform shirt, two white bows for her hair and her neck respectively, and also a purple skirt and black stockings. Regardless of her current apparel, Shizune is not pleased to see that Lilly has interrupted our weekly satanic worship, and commands Misha and I to blow out the candles and put everything away. While we engage in this mundane task, Shizune gazes at this intruder who dares to impose her will upon the darkness of the student council office and immediately asserts her hostility.
Despite their differences in vision and hearing, the two of them can sense each other’s mutual hostility and they begin to circle around each other in an attempt to intimidate each other. Once we’re done with our task, Shizune calls Misha to her side with an ear piercing loud snap of her fingers, beckoning the redheaded young woman over like a trained animal. Using Misha as her medium of communication, Shizune begins her pushback against Lilly and her Catholic norms in terms that she will understand. It is clear to me that this anathematized palace of darkness will stay that way and that Lilly’s attempts to shine a light on us will not be forgiven so easily.

AMENO, AMEMO
[“Who the hell do you think you are, Lilly? You come in here like you own the place, and interrupt our worship of Satan. This act of blasphemy will not be forgiven!] Shizune signs.
“Lily, I can’t believe that you’d be so rude as to interrupt our worship of the dark lord! You should be ashamed of yourself!” translates Misha.
“Ashamed? Me? No. I forgot that you all do this every Monday, don’t you?” Lilly snarks. “I’ve come here because it is clear to me that No Nut November is a destructive tradition that is sinful as it is unnatural! Countless students have been harmed and you must put a stop to this before this “tradition” causes an incident you can’t take back!”
[“Well I do love a little sin. I’ll be sure to fuck your God from behind and make him cum once I’ve finished my life here on Earth.”
“What is so wrong with a little indulgence, Lilly? Watching No Nut November is highly amusing!” translates Misha, hoping to avoid the potentially lethal implications of Shizune’s sexual blasphemy.
“That is not the point and you know it!” Lilly rebuts irritably. “Every year, a certain student has caused countless incidents and not once has anyone assigned them actual consequences. Since you’re all either wilfully ignorant or simply indifferent to the issue, I have accumulated video footage of various incidents that have happened during No Nut November, some of which depict the troublesome whelp as the main culprit in question, though I acknowledge that not all of the incidents I will show were entirely his fault. And yes, we will be going through all of them, one for each year." She then turns to Misha, as if she wants her to translate this back to Shizune. "And worry not, Shizune, this particular video does come with subtitles." She then finishes her speech by asking if any of us have a problem with what she intends to do.
“Wait, you have video footage for each year of No Nut November?” I ask curiously “But how would you even obtain it if you’re not a member of the student council?”
“Well you see Hisao, I’m a former of the member of the student council. Knowing how to obtain the footage just comes with the territory. Now do any of us have any further objections?”
None of us have a problem, and in my case it’d be interesting to see what footage Lily will show today. Just as the procedure is ready to begin, we can all hear a sudden knock at the door.

LATIRE, LATIREMO
“Come in!!!!” yells Misha excitedly, causing Lilly and I to cover our ears.
The door opens slightly to reveal Hanako Ikezawa, who appears to be exhausted and shaking anxiously as she is wedged between both sides of the door.
“S-Sorry, I’m late.” squeaks Hanako. She then slowly opens the door which makes an awkward creaking sound. She then quickly closes it behind her before immediately making her way to Lilly’s side like a dusky hawk returning her to falconer and waiting for us to continue onwards.
“Now where were we?” says Lilly. “Oh yes, I was going to show all members of the student council why they need to cease with this No Nut November nonsense. Now if one of you could be so kind and put this DVD into the disc drive and activate the screen projector, we can finally begin with this presentation.”
After Misha translates it back to her, Shizune grimaces begrudgingly complies with Lilly’s request and places Lilly’s disc (an ordinary silver DVD with the words “No Nut November Camera Footage” written on it in red marker pen) in the same laptop she was using to watch the security footage. Misha and Shizune then coordinate to active the film projector so that everyone in the room can see this video footage that Lilly has spoken of.

Year 1 – Chased By Horny Kenji (20th November)
The camera footage shows the corridor containing the Rainbow Michael Rosen painting with several students moving idly by, only to separate like a flock of birds as my past self is running in terror from a naked Kenji. Unfortunately for my past self, Kenji appears to be gaining on him and possesses a throbbing erection that bobs up and down as he runs.
“GIVE ME YOUR BUSSY, HISAO!” screams Kenji loudly.
“I don’t know what that is!” past me yells in response, his voice tinged with fear.
“I WANT MY DICK IN YOUR BOY PUSSY!” Kenji replies, his penis hardening slightly.
“I’m a man Kenji, I don’t have a vagina!” my past self replies in a panic.
“SPREAD YOUR ASSCHEEKS NAKAI, I WANT TO FUCK YOU!” past Kenji screams, his voice guttural with sexual rage and looking ready to jump on me.

Ah yes, this was my first year in Yamaku Academy and I wasn't even participating in No Nut November at the time. I did manage to lose Kenji and avoid getting jumped by him by hiding in the storage shed and waiting it out for an hour until I was sure that he was gone. A week later, Kenji apologized for his behaviour and claimed that the pills he was taking caused his sexual libido to skyrocket uncontrollably; after he talked it out with the school nurse, his dosage was readjusted and he managed to avoid a repeat of this incident, though unfortunately, he did start trying to make me lose No Nut November when I tried it for the first time a year later.

Lilly pauses the video footage. She then gazes at Shizune and Misha before making her statement.
“As you can see here, Kenji Setou threatened to sexually assault a member of the student council, one who as the footage shows was visibly terrified of Kenji’s forceful demands. The fact that both of you still haven’t considered getting him suspended or even expelled from Yamaku Academy speaks volumes about this council and its attitude towards sexual assault against the students that live here.”
Misha can feel her skin start to itch and translates to Shizune, who responds by trying to downplay the event in question. Misha feels uncomfortable at having to translate Shizune’s response but she feels that she has no real choice in the matter.
“According to Hicchan, Kenji was only acting like that due to a chemical imbalance and managed to deal with it after a visit to the nurse. He made up with Hisao and they’ve put this event behind them.”
Misha looks back to Lilly who isn’t pleased as Misha’s cloying excuses. Upon feeling Lilly’s disapproval, Misha turns away uncomfortably to look in Shizune’s direction. After that, Lily unpauses the video footage which then continues on unimpeded.

Year 2 – The Cyborg’s Rampage (8th November)
The camera footage shows a large, fat cyborg rampaging across various parts of the school. Several students are injured and a few end up dead. All the while, Kenji is seen perched on the cyborg’s back like a hyperactive monkey.
“FUCK YES, WE’RE GETTING OUT OF YAMAKU WITH THIS ONE!” Kenji yells, as his cyborg minion breathes fire out of his mouth, roasting several of the students eating lunch that day. More screams can be heard as the cyborg continues his rampage across the school. The footage then cuts to several students from various parts of the school teaming up to fight the cyborg with some of them recognizing him as Taro Arai. After enough fighting, the cyborg lurches Kenji off his back and flees to parts unknown, causing Kenji to panic hard enough that he breaks down and admits everything.
“P-Please don’t kill me! T-Taro lost N-No Nut November and he begged me to make him into a cyborg. It’s not my fault that he was caught jerking off to pictures of the sports team!”
Judging by the rest of the footage, Kenji was not spared and he got beaten up by several of the students. Come to think of it, it does line up with the way he was ranting at me during the rest of the month after I had lost No Nut November because Kenji tricked me into jerking it to Lilly’s bountiful booty after watching her performance on stage. In my defense, the way she conducted herself when she gave Lezard and his friends the whip all at once awoke something in me, and when I told Misha and Shizune that Lilly was the reason I lost NNN, the two made it a point not to let me live down this particular loss of mine for the rest of the year. Lily pauses the video footage, allowing Misha and Shizune to squirm as they try to justify this particular incident.

[“Not this again, Shicchan. I was really hoping that we could forgot all about this one.”]
[“For the love of Lucifer, Misha, please don’t tell Lilly that we’ve been giving the school administration collective amnesia to cover up these incidents ever since we took over the student council.”] Shizune signs tensely.
[“Relax, Shicchan. They don’t remember anything about these incidents and far as they’re concerned, neither do we. Your secret is safe with me.”] Misha signs back.
Despite Misha’s reassurance, Shizune orders her to begin damage control anyway. I remember how stressed out they were when they revealed to me that they spent all night resurrecting all the dead students they could find and the panic over the possibility that they may’ve missed a body or two.
[“Are you still not over this, Lilly? All of the students Taro killed were revived and now live happy, fulfilling lives!”] Shizune signs, her hands visibly shaking.
“Oh COME ON! It wasn’t that bad. We found all the bodies and resurrected everyone. OK, Taro did escape and he might still be out there, but aside from that, it was all good! That year’s No Nut November was a resounding success!” Misha translates defensively.
Lilly gazes back at them, and facepalms before shaking her head. Even Hanako can’t help but roll her eyes at that one.
“Oh you practitioners of dark magic have all the answers, don’t you?” Lily remarks sarcastically.
Lily unpauses the video footage, allowing it to continue. Surely what will happen can only be yet another amusing recollection. I am immediately proven wrong.

Year 3 – Anal Sex Rumours (12th November)
The video footage depicts me and Miki Miura having sex in the storage shed. It begins with Miki and my past self in the reverse missionary position after I had spent several minutes eating Miki out, and it amazes me that she still has that strong dominance in her hips every time she thrusts into me.
“Oh Hisao, I didn’t know that you were into this. I though that all boys were into thrusting their dicks in and out without giving us women a chance, but you. Oh the Student Council have taught you well.”
Misha and Shizune don’t look pleased that I had done this and I realize that I’ve got to save face.
“T-That’s not me! Kenji must’ve forged this particular entire set of video footage!”
“Fuck yes, I am Hisao Nakai, the master of romance and the greatest sex master to have ever lived!” says my past self as Miki dominates his cock and giggles at his absurd remark. He has betrayed the future that I currently reside in, and I am not pleased about this. Not one bit. Lily is also not pleased at my attempts to save face and grunts irritably. Shizune is clearly disappointed in what she believes to be my poor life choices. Before everyone in the room can start asking awkward questions about my sporty tryst with Miki, the footage thankfully interrupts them with new dialogue.
“You wanna try it? I could fist you with my entire stump.” says Miki seductively. I swear that woman could convince anyone to skydive without a bungee cord and make it sound adventurous.
“Well, my time in the student council has given me the experience for taking such huge… uh packages in my back door.” past me replies awkwardly.
“Oh that does sound hot. Maybe I should join the student council? If they don’t mind of course…”
Lilly sighs contemptuously as Hanako struggles to suppress her repugnance at what she’s seeing.

The footage continues. Miki lubes up my past self’s ass and her entire arm stump (minus the sports tape, which she claimed would get in the way), cheerfully telling him that there is no such thing as too much lube. Kenji was all too happy to hear that it was lemon flavoured when I told him about my sexual encounter in the storage shed. I deliberately omitted the fact that it was his ex-girlfriend I had sex with, and because of this omission, Kenji immediately assumed that it was Emi that I had anal sex with. Suffice to say, he has never let me live that down, and started a rumour several months later about Emi taking the sports team captain’s baton up her ass.

We’re all watching Miki fist my past self’s asshole with her stump, and I can indeed confirm that she really did manage to get up to her elbow deep in my rectum, and honestly it was quite an unforgettable experience.
“OH MY GOD, THAT’S DISGUSTING!” yells Hanako, no longer able to hold her peace. Our collective focus is quickly shifted from her outburst to the sound of my past self’s loud orgasmic moans as Miki continuing fisting his asshole with her stump. After she pulls out of my past self’s bunghole, the two of them rest before continuing in the amazon position, which Miki manages to seamlessly transition into the cowgirl position. Honestly, it was a great experience and I managed to ejaculate obese loads inside her that day.
[“You fucking liar. You told us that you lasted 16 days that year because Saki smiled at you and you jizzed yourself, when this is what really happened! If we had known this, we’ve would selected a different punishment for you!] Shizune signs with red hot rage.
“Hisao, I can’t believe you lied to us by not telling us this! If we had know about what we just saw today, we’ve would done more than just pegging!” Misha roars, trying her best to convey Shizune’s anger to everyone in the room.
“Oh come on now, you can’t fault me for finding it embarrassing to bring up getting fisted by Kenji’s ex-girlfriend. Besides, it wasn’t my fault that Kenji decided to spread rumours about Emi having sex with the captain of the sports team!”
“Huh. That d-does explain why everyone was giving her these weird looks before we had that assembly.” Hanako replies.
“Oh so it was him, thank you Hisao.” replies Lilly sweetly. “I’ll be sure to tell the sports team captain this if I ever meet him again. Hopefully we won’t be needing another assembly about this, for Emi’s sake at least.”
“Well, none of that matters now!” Misha says cheerfully, trying her best to move past this event. “Students have sex in the storage shed all the time. The sports team are practically known for their end of year orgies!” She then finishes with awkward laughter but none of us are in the mood to laugh with her so her laughter slowly peters out before stopping entirely.
“Oh Lord, give me strength.” Lilly replies, trying her level best to maintain composure. Hanako pats Lily’s shoulder, hoping to provide moral support.

Year 4a – The Art Teacher (November 15th)
The footage starts with me in the hallway on my way to class. Suddenly I’m approached by the art teacher who grabs me and forcefully jerks me off and forces me to cum all over Suzu’s face. Lilly immediately pauses the footage after my past self flees to the safety of his science class.
“As you have all seen, a member of staff has sexually assaulted a member of the student council and it seems that nothing was done about this. Honestly, it disgusts me that Mr. Nomiya is still allowed to teach freely despite the danger he poses to the students living here.”
Shizune grimaces. She signs to Misha.
[“Goddammit! I was really hoping that Lilly wouldn’t bring him up. We’ve tried to convince the school administration to fire him, and so far we haven’t succeeded yet.”]
[“I know. I’d have that man crucified but he’s too fat for that, and Lilly wouldn’t be too happy with that would she?"] Misha signs back.
I’m halfway tempted to interject into their conversation, but Lilly is right about Mr. Nomiya. I decide not to bother waiting for Shizune or Misha to engage with Lilly.
“Lilly, I understand your frustration.” I reply. “What he did to me was awful, and it put a wedge between Suzu and I for quite a while. It actually took a while for me to be able to even tell Shizune and Misha about what he did, but they’ve been trying to get Mr. Nomiya fired for years and he’s still here!”
My rages begins to build and I can longer hide it.
“Apparently, there aren’t any other art teachers in the area skilled enough to teach art classes here and nobody is applying for jobs here. And that’s why Mr. Nomiya is still allowed to teach here despite everything we know.”
“H-Hisao? A-Are you okay?”
I appreciate Hanako’s concern, but no I’m not. I still hate that man and nothing will ever change this. Lilly unpauses the footage and it cuts to Akira and my past self in the student council office laughing with each other.

Year 4b – Sleeping With the Enemy (November 18th)
After Akira and my past self finish laughing, my past self goes down on Akira and has his head buried deep in her loins. After a few minutes, Akira orgasms and my past self gets off the floor to ask her something.
“T-There’s something I’ve been wanting to try out. Something that I’ve been thinking about ever since I joined the student council.” my past self says shakily.
“Considering all the kinky shit that I’ve apparently heard from Lilly, I’m sure it can’t be any stranger than all the pegging you receive on a semi-regular basis.”
Misha stares at the screen in anticipation, while Shizune is shocked and disgusted at my past self’s audacity to sleep with the enemy in her territory. Lilly is wondering if maybe adding this particular footage was a bad idea while Hanako can only wait for the inevitable act of intercourse.
“I-I want to try wearing women’s clothing during sex!” my past self blurts out. “Shizune has these really nice kinky boots that I want to try out at least once a-and I want to experience what it’s like to wear her clothes and feel her power every time she has sex with me!
Akira is briefly stunned by this and laughs to herself before addressing my past self.
“Well, if you want to try wearing women's clothing, perhaps you should ask Shizune’s brother. He’s real good at picking out that kind of thing.”

Misha’s jaw drops to the floor before she breaks down in mirth.
“Wahahaha! Oh my god, Hisao! If I had known you were into that, I’d have let you borrow my clothes earlier!
I turn my face away and blush in embarrassment. However, I know that I cannot avoid this topic and the footage resumes. My past self is wearing Akira’s yellow zoot suit and hat, making him resemble a giant banana. Akira on the other hand wearing my past self’s casual clothing, consisting of a grey vest sweater and brown pants. After we switch clothes, Akira allows me to dominate her by having rough, vaginal sex which lasts for several minutes.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know you had it in you! You’re such a naughty motherfucker, Hisao. Having sex in the student council room. Oh my god, Shizune’s going to be pissed!”
As if on cue, Shizune is indeed pissed. Lilly and Hanako are disgusted with the footage on display and everyone looks at me as if they want me to explain myself. Fortunately, I’m interrupted by the video footage.
“Ah ah, fuck me, Hisao! Oh god, yes! Ah, its been so long since I’ve had a good fuck! YES! YES! YES! YES! OH MY GOD, AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AH YEEEEEEEES!”
Every time Akira moans loudly, Shizune gets slightly angrier until Akira’s moans reach their peak in sync with Shizune’s rage at reading the subtitles, prompting my raven haired superior to grab me and thrust me against the wall much to the collective shock of everyone else in the room.

Lilly is then forced to pause the video footage, and Hanako and Misha seems incredibly concerned about my current situation. Fortunately for me, Shizune cannot spontaneously grow extra arms and is forced to let go of me so she can rant at me with her hands.
[“Hisao Nakai, I cannot believe that act of treachery we’ve just witnessed! The very idea that you would sleep with the enemy is absolutely appalling, and I will punish you by personally tearing your balls off and making you eat them! Then I will use dark magic to reconstruct them and every time you even think of doing Akira again, I will repeat this process again! And then once I’m done with that, I’ll be making you spend the night in the gimp suit while I fuck you senseless!”]
I shudder at the idea that Shizune might actually do this and can feel Shizune’s rage burning me like the sun. Noticng my distress, Misha hastily translates Shizune’s rant for everyone else to hear.
“Y-You’re a traitor to the Student Council, Hisao! I can’t believe you were sleeping with Akira! We’ll have to come up with an extra special punishment for you”
“O-oh come on, Misha! I only had sex with Akira after I get jerked off by Mr. Nomiya.” I growl, barely able to suppress my rage at her and Shizune.
Lilly ignores us and unpauses the footage, which shows Akira and my past self putting our respective clothes back on and then laughing as they run across the corridors until they’re outside the school gates. My past self sees Akira off and tells her that the two of them should do that again some time before Akira’s car disappears into the night. Everyone looks at me with disappointment.

Year 4c – The Mysterious Banana Man (November 20th)
Kenji apparently saw Akira and I that night, and assumed that I was being abducted by a member of the Russian mafia. The footage shows Kenji going into the newspaper club where Natsume, Naomi and Hanako are currently working. Kenji glares distrustfully at Natsume before delivering a folder to Naomi.
“You’ve gotta accept this! I took as much evidence as I could of Hisao being abducted by a member of the Russian Mafia!”
Naomi opens the envelope much to Kenji’s anticipation and looks at all the photos.
“These photos are way too dark. I can barely see anything in these.” Naomi replies.
“Oh come on!” Kenji replies exasperated. “Many newspapers run stories with far, far less than this! Surely, you care about the wellbeing of your fellow students, right?”
“Kenji. Look. There’s barely any evidence that Hisao is being abducted in these photos. If anything he seems to be leaving with the other person willingly. I’m afraid we can’t run this. Try coming back when you’ve got better evidence.”
Kenji snatches the pictures from Naomi and shoves them back into the envelope seething with rage. He then slams the door behind him, causing Hanako to jump in fright before hiding behind her green hair.
Come to think of it, that does explain all the weird posters he put up warning students of the mysterious Russian Banana Man that none of us really took all that seriously.

Current Year a - The Shooting (November 14th)
We’re at the last part of the video, so says Lily. I wonder what it could be.
This part of the video begins with Kenji being jerked off by Mr. Nomiya. After this, Kenji is later shown leaving his dorm room in a trenchcoat and carrying a gun of some sort. His friend Akio follows him out but the two then go their separate ways. Kenji is seen making his way into the lunch hall and opening fire on several students such as Lezard and Takashi being the most notable examples. As it turned out, it was just paintballs he was using and my fear that day had been overblown. Still, Lily was not pleased with this and even less so with the consequences of Kenji’s shooting, she then pauses the video because she has a point to make.
“The video footage I have shown you has only two examples of Mr. Nomiya forcefully masturbating male students against their will and forcing them to ejaculate all over female students. Surely such a man is a danger to students, and it amazes me that he’s still allowed to teach here. And that’s before we even begin to address the unsavoury rumours regarding his “favourite” students and the arrangements he makes for them.”
Before Shizune can even reply, Misha immediately does so in her place.
“Oh my god.” Misha seethes. “We’ve tried so many times to convince the school admins to sack him, but as Hisao has already pointed out, there isn’t anyone to replace the art teacher.”
“Ugh. I know.” Lilly replies. “Fortunately this video is over.”
“Really?” Misha replies, hoping to be relieved of all this.
“Ha ha ha. No. Sorry, Misha. We have one last bit of footage to show you all before this is over.” Lilly replies amusedly.
Misha is fuming that Lilly would play such a mean trick on her as the final set of footage begins to play.

Current Year b – Mob Justice (November 15th)
Kenji and I are running in the halls away from a crowd of angry students looking for revenge for the shooting. The two of us manage to avoid getting run down by Emi, who is also running in the hallway, oblivious to the plight of Kenji and I. After Emi is gone, the two of us then manage to avoid several angry students and even get into a fist fight with Lezard while his friends cheer him on. It all seems droll until Kenji and I stop in the hallway. I then proceed to ask his million yen question:
“If you like Lilly so much, why don’t you ask to have sex with her?”
“Come on, man. I’m not worthy of making love to her. Besides, a real man would never screw his bro out of a chance with a good woman. After all my man, only you are worthy of filling her temple with your seed.”
Wow. That was… surprisingly inspirational. This doesn’t change the fact that rescuing Kenji that day was a stressful affair. Lilly just looks at me as if to say “Seriously, Hisao? Why do you even hang out with him sometimes?”

The footage continues. A full smirk fills Kenji’s face as he attempts to further seal the deal by performing a simple magic trick where he pulls a line of different coloured panties tied together out of his left sleeve.
“You impressed, man? Not even the feminists can take a man’s magic away from him!”
“Kenji, where did you even those from?” I replied.
“Uh-uh… L-Lilly gave them to me willingly. As a present. For you.”
I clearly didn’t buy a word of that. And as it seems neither does Lilly or Hanako.
“I will have to have a word with Kenji when this is over.” said Lilly.

The footage continues, and it shows me deciding to press Kenji further.
“OK, if Lilly gave them to you of her free will, why did she have Akio whipped in front of the entire school?”
Kenji starts panicking and struggles to respond coherently, barely managing to admit that it was because Akio had masturbated in front of Hanako, and Lilly had caught him in the act.
Hanako remembers the incident and feels nauseous, disgusted and outraged by this. I suppose that means I’m not the only one whose been sexually assaulted during this month, and now I feel concerned for Hanako in turn.

The footage continues with the dynamic duo walking around and hoping to reach Kenji’s dorm room. Kenji looks panicked. He has yet to know that the key to his salvation and my doom gradually draws nearer. That is, until he takes a peek for himself and immediately decides that my temptation must come faster. He does an impression of me, and lets out an almighty, guttural yell.

“LILLY, LILLY, LILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’VE BEEN A VERY NAUGHTY BOY, LILLY! COME OVER AND SPANK ME! COME OVER AND FUC-
With great haste, I grabbed Kenji from behind and covered his mouth, which ended his somewhat decent impression of me. I then dragged Kenji across the hallway as the bespectacled young man struggled against him. Lilly didn’t seem to have heard Kenji, much to my relief. As he continued to drag Kenji’s squirming body across the hallway, he didn’t seem to notice Lilly until it was too late.
“Hisao, is that you?”, Lilly said as she sensed the presence of two people.
“Hello, Lilly. I have decided to take up ventriloquism.”, I replied.
Kenji struggled against me. I was thankful that Lily is blind and therefore saved me the trouble of explaining why I was restraining Kenji Satou to prevent him from speaking.
“Oh. That does sound interesting. It must beat spending time in that awful Student Council office.”
“It has it’s perks.” I replied dryly. “The work is difficult and there is a lot of things I can’t mention, but free lunches and new knowledge are hard to argue against.”
“Knowledge.” Lilly snarks. “All this Satanist rubbish just makes things harder for everyone involved. But I have faith in you, Hisao. I’m sure that one day, you’ll turn away from the dark path you’re on and turn to the light of God.”

Shizune doesn’t look pleased. Neither does Misha.
[“You think you can have him, lover girl? Think again!”] Shizune signs angrily. Misha doesn’t bother translating.
I think back to that day and I don’t think I could betray Shizune and Misha like that. Sure, joining the Student Council has bound me to them as long as I’m at Yamaku, and I have seen horrors that no man should ever have to see, but all in all, they’re not that bad as people.
The footage reaches the end, leaving things on a surprisingly somber note.
“Goodbye, Hisao” says Lilly, her soft voice fading as she walks away.
Surely there could be more… to us. More that just lust. That of course is nothing more than a distant dream, and I’m snap back to reality as the footage shows Kenji escaping from me and retreating into his dorm room.

OMA NARI IMPERAVI AMENO
After the footage has run its course, Lilly decides that she’s ready to make her point known.
“And that is all. The fact that this debauchery has allowed to last 5 years, let alone 1 is completely unacceptable! I beseech you that you end this degeneracy before a future incident occurs and none of you will be able to take it back!”
[“Fuck you, go to Hell! Just because you’re mad about being unable to get laid doesn’t mean you have to make it everyone else’s problem.] signs Shizune.
“You don’t have to partake in No Nut November, Lilly. Please don’t ruin this for everyone else.” pleads Misha.
“Do any of you people in the student council pay attention to the world?” Lilly snaps. “There have been multiple statistics that show that November is the highest time of the year for fatalities and 50% of them are all No Nut November related.”
“If all that is true, then perhaps you should’ve also brought in these statistics for this presentation.” I reply.
Lily glares at me as if to say “Don’t even try it, Hisao.”

As Lilly and Shizune begin to square up against each other again, Misha and I realize that Hanako is really scared and we make it a point to get her out of the Student Council room before she develops a full blown panic attack.
“Hana-chan.” Misha says softy as if addressing a cat. “Are you still with us?”
Hanako seems to closing into herself, trapped in a whirlwind of fear, nausea and anxiety.
“We’re going to get you out of here, Hanako.” I say to her. Misha opens the Student Council room and I escort Hanako out of the room and back to the girl’s dorm. A few minutes later, we make it back to Hanako’s room.
“T-Thank you, Hisao.” says Hanako.
“I have to go back to the Student Council, Hanako. Will you be okay here by yourself?”
“O-Of course.” replies Hanako tensely.

I leave Hanako to her own devices and continue walking, which then gradually speeds up as I make my way to the student council office. I think back to when I was escorting Kenji back to his room after several of the students wanted to take revenge on him. After Lilly had left and Kenji had retreated to his dorm room, I had returned to the student council office to do some work.. For some reason, Kenji had returned to me like a boomerang and proceeded to taunt me with a smirk on his face.
“Oh Lilly, please give a wet sloppy kiss. Oh Lilly, please be my girlfriend! You’re so much better that feminazi cow, Shi-”
I rush across the room and slap Kenji across the face at turbo-speed to defend Shizune’s honour. He will not be getting another chance to finish that sentence.
“Ow. Jesus man, that really hurts. Anyway, I know that you want Lilly to ride you like a horse. Perhaps if you’re a good boy -”
“No.” I interrupt him..”That Infinite Nut Pass will be mine, and not even Lilly can stop me from winning No Nut November. I swear it.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe that you’re still doing this, man. That black haired succubus is busting your balls and enjoying every moment of it. It’s almost as if she’s hoping to suck the sweet, sticky man nectar of you when she feels that you’re suffered long enough.” Before Kenji continues his diatribe, I quickly change the topic.
“Come to think of it, I’ve been meaning to ask Lilly something.”
“Oh. You want to ask her out on a date? Take her to dinner then end the night with a bang! I knew you had in you, you sly dawg!”
“No.” I reply. Kenji looks disappointed. “It’s about religion.”
“Oh god. Please don’t tell me you’re going to convert to Christianity, Hisao. I tried drinking holy water out of a straw once and all I got for my trouble was an unholy case of diarrhoea. Holy water, my ass!” Kenji rants, recalling the incident with fury.

I could’ve gone the entire day without ever knowing that.
“What? No. There’s a lot of things regarding her and Shizune, and I feel that religious differences is one of them. I hope that if I ask Lily a question regarding her faith, I might be able to understand why she’s so adamant against Shizune’s authority over the school council.”
“Hisao, man, you gotta listen to me here when I say this! I’m an atheist and I don’t give a shit either way. Religion is a system controlled by emasculated feminist puppets who want to turn us all gay for God to fulfil their goals of legalizing incest and killing all decent women so that mankind can finally come out of the closet. Speaking of God, I do have a question I’ve been meaning to ask Lilly myself. I can’t say it out in public lest the feminists catch wind of it and try to lock me in the Vatican, so I must whisper it to you now.”
Uh… okay then. I allow Kenji to whisper this divine revelation into my ear and instead feel the foulest curse surrounded by the vapours of sin slipping inside my soul, and I know that in this moment that I will forever be a changed man and that nothing will ever be the same again. I can only hope that nothing can get any worse than this. The world stops and I respond immediately.
“What the fuck, Kenji?!”
“When the time is right Hisao, you’ve must ask Lilly that question! It could save a life you know!” replies Kenji.
I didn't see him again for the rest of the day.

He was right. I snap back to the present and I open the door that Misha closed in my absence. I shut the door immediately to prevent the war of light and dark escaping into the rest of the school. Sensing that the argument between Lily and Shizune is heating up and may turn physical soon, I decide to get Lilly’s attention.
“Lilly, wait, I have a really important question!” I yell, hoping to make myself heard against them. Lilly turns to me, looking quite irritated that I had interrupted her during her fight with Shizune. Misha on the other hand looks as though she’s been run ragged in my absence.
“(sigh) What is your question, Hisao?” replies Lily, who is clearly more focused on proving that Shizune is wrong than actually wanting to answer any questions. Everyone looks at me expectantly.
“If God is the father, and gays for God exist, does that mean that when gay people lust for God, they are committing incest?” I ask.
The world stops. Everyone looks at me as if say “What the fuck, Hisao?” Lily then looks me straight in the eyes and snaps, righteous fire burning as she draws her whip out of her holster and cracks it, much to the shock of Misha and I. Thankfully Hanako has already left the room.
“YES, HISAO. That is incest, and such a depravity is impermissible under the will of God. And before you say anything about Lot and his two daughters, I will have you know that there are several verses, which I can quote by heart, that are against this kind of thing. NOW, REPENT FOR THE SIN YOU HAVE JUST COMMITTED!”

I am scared and yet I can feel a large throbbing erection forming between my legs. I get down on my knees and clasp my hands together, feeling my now rock hard erection pulsating as I try to fight my lust for Lilly. Thoughts of being up close to her tight, womanly nether regions as she wraps her legs around my head rush through my brain. Oh god. I want Lily to peg so fucking hard right now.
“I REPENT FOR MY SIN, LILLY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” I yell, allowing my fear to betray me right in front of Shizune and Misha.

After Misha translates, Shizune looks at me with a stern, disapproving glare, snapping me out of my lustful fantasy. Having begged Lilly for forgiveness, she is thankfully as merciful as ever. She turns to face Shizune but ultimately decides she’s no longer worth arguing with. I get off my knees, she then looks back at me and says:
“As I’ve told you before, I have faith that you’ll turn away from this dark path and make the right choice.”
Lily then leaves, feeling that she has done enough. Shizune wants to continue fighting, but Misha tells her that Lily isn’t worth the trouble. I on the other hand consider that maybe Lily might have a point in all this.
AMENO
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This is definitely the longest chapter in this fanfic so far. Part of the reason is that I merged some parts of a cut chapter called Mob Justice into this one. I had that chapter cut because aside from the bits I salvaged, it wasn't very interesting and I couldn't figure out how to make it work. The video footage format was partially inspired by a YTP called The King's Secret which I consider a classic that I highly recommend.

Wednesday, Day 20 – Seduction Game (10 days left)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
The security camera footage I’ve obtained is very useful to me… in more ways than one. Ah yes, stroke it, bitch! I’m watching my archenemy sat in the student council office furiously jilling off after the fat one and Hisao have left the room. Just watching my enemy rub one out is so wrong, yet so, so hot. I’d love nothing more than to spend the night breeding with her and showing her what a real man can do. Hisao is such a beta male that it irks me that he’s the one getting that hot piece of ass on his dick! It should be me fucking Shizune in there! I want to feel my dick in her ass so I can prove to myself that I am a real man and not a little bitch! I hate the fact that I find Shizune so sexy even though she’s a fascist dictator who makes life difficult for the men here with her feminist bullshit. And yet the hate I feel for her makes my penis harder as I continue choking my chicken to her. I continue with my tribute to the sexy baroness and her devilish wiles, and oh, oh my god. I’m cumming. Oh God, I’m going to cum so fucking hard. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! YES! I cum all over my laptop keyboard, and notice that I’ve blown a morbidly obese load. Fuck. How long has it been since I’ve blown such a fat chubby load, especially to a woman that I hate? Anyway, that no longer matters.

After I finish cranking my hog, I clean my laptop keyboard and suddenly come up with an idea. I will disguise myself as Shizune! Hisao is so clueless sometimes that he’ll never notice the difference and nut before me! Even if I lost No Nut November, that doesn’t mean that I can’t drag Hisao down with me. I go into my wardrobe and find a box filled with cosplay gear that I bought from a shady website. It contains a blue wig, a pair of glasses, a women’s white school uniform, a black bow tie, black bra and panties, black thigh-highs, a green skirt and a cheap pair of women’s shoes. All of this will allow me to flawlessly disguise myself as Shizune and seduce Hisao, ensuring that he will not win No Nut November this year!

I leave my room and walk all the way to the student council office while enduring some strange looks from passers-by. I even hear some chatter, most of which is their surprise that I have blue hair. Once I arrive at the student council office, I peer into the window and notice that it’s empty once again. I put my hand on the door handle, and refuse to hesitate for everyone around me perceives me as the student council president, and therefore any form of hesitation will be seen as weakness. Instead of it being locked, I’m pleasantly surprised to discover I can access the student council office. Ha ha ha ha! The keys to the kingdom are mine!
I enter the student council office and rummage around in the drawers. So far, its just board games, paperwork, a door key, candles, various containers containing liquids and powders, rope, various sex toys, and some strange goat-man statue. Very strange. I will have to remember all this for future reference. With nothing else to do, I pilfer the door key and wait for Hisao to show up.

After the absolute storm that was Lily’s argument with Shizune and two unremarkable days afterwards, I figure that nothing could get any stranger. It’s early in the morning and I finished my breakfast, so I figure that Shizune and Misha would appreciate it if I showed up early to alleviate their stress by helping out with Student Council work. I enter the Student Council room and notice Shizune sat at her desk. Huh, that’s strange. Something seems very different about her, starting with her hair being dyed blue and a change of clothes, and her hair colour stands out to me, because I remember that she tried to ban the colour blue during my third year here.

Shizune gets up and locks the door, preventing me from leaving. I notice that Misha is also absent and that both of them are not normally this early. I go into one of the drawers to retrieve the paperwork, figuring that I might as well make a start on it. Before I can begin, Shizune speaks up in what can only be described as some weird falsetto voice.
“Oh hello Hisao, there’s no need for you to be doing that today. Besides, you’re looking a little pent up. Perhaps I can help you relieve that stress, hmm?”, croons Shizune seductively.
Wait a minute! Shizune is mute and has never spoken in all the time that I’ve met her. I look closely at their face and I realize exactly who it is. I could blow his cover and force him to open the door, but I’ll play along for now because I want to give Kenji enough rope to hang himself. Kenji adjusts his glasses before standing up and moving uncomfortably close to stare into my soul. I back away to give myself space only for him to get closer.
“I came in early today because I figured that you and Misha could use the help. Student council work can be so difficult sometimes.” I say, hoping to gauge Kenji’s reaction.
“Oh I’m so glad you came, Hisao. I understand how stressful it is to engage in such meaningless busywork. You deserve to please yourself after all of your hard work.” Kenji purrs.
I know exactly where he’s going with this, and I have no intention of busting a nut right in front of him.

It seems that Hisao isn’t going to nut after all. My costume is flawless so surely he should be getting horny for the student council president, unless… Oh no, he’s figured me out hasn’t he? Surely his desire for that accursed Infinite Nut Pass isn’t that strong… Unless. Unless, I serenade him, and I’m confident that he’s going to love every second of it. I feel the music flow into my veins and look Hisao seductively in the eyes as I begin to sing the main theme of the beloved Rayman 4.
“♫ Spy on me, baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim, gonna fire, shoot me right
I'm gonna like the way you fight
Now you found the secret code
I used to wash away my lonely blues well
So I can't deny or lie cause you're the only one to make me fly
Sexbomb sexbomb you're a sexbomb
You can give it to me when I need to com-”
God fucking dammit! I can hear banging on the door and then it opens. Shit! It’s that feminist she-dog and her red haired puppet! They’ve come to ruin my latest plot to make Hisao nut but fortunately my impersonation of Shizune should hopefully pass muster because of how well crafted it is.

BELIAL, BEHEMOTH, BEELZEBUB
Kenji is thankfully still wearing his clothes otherwise this would be a very awkward situation. I am even more grateful that Shizune and Misha are here right now.
[“What the hell is this!? Please don’t tell me that you’re finally going to fuck Kenji here in the student office after all these years.] Shizune signs to me.
[“What, NO! I’m not gay, Shizune. It sure as hell isn’t my fault that Kenji is impersonating you and locked the door so I couldn’t just leave.”]
“A likely story, Hicchan!” smirked Misha. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you to get a room with Kenji of all people!”
" Oh come on, Misha. I would never sleep with Kenji even if you threatened to boil me alive!" I grumble back to her.
Shizune glares at Misha for interrupting her, causing Misha to back down immediately.
[“You’ve have got to be kidding me, Hisao! That is the worst impersonation of me that I have ever seen! I would never dye my hair blue, why would he ever think that I have blue hair.”] Shizune signs with pure exasperation.
“Ooooooh, it seems that the lovers are having an argument!” taunts Kenji.
“SHUT UP KENJI!” Misha and I scream in unison.
“Ugh, dammit, you two don’t have to be so loud.” Kenji cringes.
“Ken-Ken, Shicchan’s hair is not blue.” said Misha. “She absolutes hates that colour, and she even tried to ban it once.”
“I know that! Lezard never shuts up about that and even if he did, it doesn’t change the fact that Katawa Shoujo depicts that she-devil with blue hair!” Kenji replies defiantly.
“What the hell is a Katawa Shoujo?” I ask.
Kenji doesn’t even bother to answer my question and instead propels himself straight into yet another one of his trademark rants.

“Did I mention that Shizune’s route is the worst one in Katawa Shoujo, Hisao? Did I? I discourage you from even bothering with that route when you have other choices and they’re all better than Shizune! For starters, that blue haired bitch never tells you that she loves you and ties you to a chair Hisao! A chair! What kind of relationship is built on that?! And then there’s her stupid family who are also obsessed with the colour blue and are nothing but filler! That girlboss dictator barely allows you to make any decisions of your own, except when Misha asks you to comfort her for the night! Yeah, that’s the only good part of Shizune’s route, man. Getting to cuck her! I enjoyed fucking Misha in your room but that aside, I’d rather play Rin’s route again and then convert to Happy Happyism than ever be forced to feel empathy with that man hating feminist ever again!
“I would NEVER have sex with you, Ken-Ken. Never.” snaps Misha.
“Well in Katawa Shoujo, I am Hisao and I get to have sex with various girls, and all of them are superior to Shizune!
“You’re not me!" I snarl at him. "If you’re that jealous of me having sex with Misha and Shizune, maybe you should get a girlfriend instead of trying to live vicariously through me!”
“I tried that once and you know what I discovered, Hisao? You know what I discovered? After I fucked her, she stole my life force and I eventually realized that they’re all a bunch of soul sucking succubi who influence every facet of our misandristic society!” Kenji spits back.
“What, so you had sex once and you gave up on her? That’s it? People get tired from having sex all the time, it’s completely natural!”
“I know that now, Hisao! But even then, why would you ever want to hang around those two hussies? Women are all bitches and whores who steal everything from us men! Don’t you ever get sick of being Shizune’s bitchboy? Don’t you wish to be a real man?” Kenji rants at me.
“Bitchboy? Is that what you think, Kenji?" I challenge him. "Shizune and Misha wanted me to join the student council, and I’m glad I did. It has given me purpose. It has given me the strength to overcome my past and plan for my future. I will not be betraying the student council just to make you feel better about yourself, Kenji!”
Misha translates it back to Shizune. Both of them seem happy at my loyalty. Kenji of course is anything but happy.
“God Hisao, why do you have to be so boring!” Kenji snaps. “I should’ve been the main character of Katawa Shoujo, not you! The developers of the game sent spies here to make their game more accurate and true to life, and yet they didn’t even have the decency to give me my own route! The fact that I’m a fucking side character in YOUR story pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe.”
The three of us are watching Kenji lose his mind in real time as he rants passionately about something that none of us can understand, and with the way he’s going, I can only fear what strange things he has to say about Hanako or Emi. Much like an express train, Kenji keeps chugging along with his continued ranting and at this point, I’m consider begging Shizune for a quick, painless death but then he starts talking about Lilly and I have no choice but to listen.

ASMODEUS, SATANAS, LUCIFER
“People love to dismiss Lilly as boring because they can’t handle a little romance in their lives! Come on Hisao, how can you not want a mature, kind and compassionate woman who has her shit together? Why settle for a boring blue haired bitch, when you can have a beautiful blonde woman as your girlfriend instead? If you had chosen Lilly, you would’ve gotten a trip to Hokkaido and eventually go on a date with her to a fancy restaurant! Maybe if Hisao Nakai is a good boy and gets Lilly’s good ending, she even may take him to Scotland to meet her parents!”
“What what? I thought Lilly was half South African?” I falter. “I mean, she does have that lovely Afrikaans accent.” I mutter to myself. Misha is not amused by this, and once she tells Shizune what I just said, neither is she.
“Shut up, Hisao! Don’t you understand the difference between fiction and reality! I sure do! I know for a fact that Lilly isn’t actually half Scottish!” Kenji screams at me. “Or Russian come to think of it...” Kenji ponders, as if seriously considering that he might actually be wrong about something.
“You apparently don’t!” Misha explodes. “You seem to think I had sex with you!”
“Fuck off! You don’t even have your own route! Hisao offers to comfort you one night and the next thing you know, he’s cheated on Shizune with you!” Kenji barks out a rotten laugh. “And Shizune was never even aware of your night of passion!”
I am considering punching Kenji in that rictus grin of his. Misha translates Kenji and I's exchange to Shizune, causing her to sign back with vehement rage.
[“The absolute idiot does not seem to realize that his precious video game has nothing to do with reality. Just because we have lot of sex with Hisao during our threesomes doesn’t mean that he is our boyfriend!”]
[“I don’t think he cares, Shicchan! He’s ranting so hard that my brain hurts and I don’t think I can take this any longer.”]
[“Neither can I! Don’t get me wrong, Hisao is an amazing lover but I’m not ready to call him my boyfriend. Especially since our relationship ended.”]
[“I know. The times we had to together were great, Shicchan. I’m just glad that I can still be here with you.”]

I can live with not being Shizune’s boyfriend. Just being on the student council is already enough, even it means that I have to deal with this particular issue right now. It feels surreal to watch Kenji rant about some visual novel that I’ve just learned about while dressed up as a poor knockoff of Shizune. I can still hear him ranting, and I would happily welcome the return of the ass music that I heard a week ago if means that Kenji will stop talking.
“...And everyone is like “oh poor baby Rin”, she has trouble expressing herself. As if that excuses making the good ending so obtuse to obtain! Oh no, I didn’t understand this poorly worded dialogue choice and now Rin is telling me to fuck off! You fuck off, Rin! I will never be coming to her art exhibition if that’s how she feels, and that’s still better than that scarred bitch!”

Oh boy, here it comes.
“I don’t understand why everyone is so in love with her. My god, does she have a speech impediment or something, is that why all her dialogue has her stuttering all the time?! What kind of loser simps for someone with no spine and too many scars?! Oh no, I’m so shy and everyone feels so, so sorry for me! That parasite latches onto Lilly and holds her back because poor little Hanako can’t stand up for herself. Oh boohoo. And worst of all, worst of all, the bitch has the audacity to scream at me for trying to help her! Maybe she shouldn’t stay inside holed up in her room all the time! Fucking women, man.”
“What, like you? Tell me Kenji, if you know everything about us, what happens if I choose to be with you instead of picking someone else and actually enjoying myself?”
That shut him up real good. Then Kenji opens his mouth and I am immediately proven wrong.

“You can’t, Hisao. Not in that game because we can’t even have a manly picnic without you falling off a roof and dying. Real disappointing stuff Hisao, but that’s to be expected in a world where feminists won’t let us have nice things.”
“Like in my first year? Where we got drunk and you went on your usual spiel about feminism?”
“Oh yeah! I’m still mad that you just walked off, right when I was about to get into the really interesting facts.”
“Uh huh. And you’re sure you’re not upset that Akio was lashed in front of the whole school.” I reply. “Even though he stole Lilly’s panties and completely had it coming.”
“I stole them for you, you ungrateful fuckcabinet! We all know that you enjoyed watching Lilly whip my best friend! You and those student council whores are all a bunch of psychos! If it were me getting whipped, you would be creaming your fucking pants every time you even thinks about it!”

HELL SATAN, ARCHANGELO
After Misha translates all that she could to Shizune, the final judgement is made.
[“I’ve heard enough. Open the gate to the hell dimension, Misha! The look of terror on his face will be deeply amusing!”] signs Shizune.
[“T-The hell dimension?”] Misha briefly hesitates, her hands going shaky with fear. [“S-Shicchan!? Y-you can’t be serious! We’re not actually going to send Kenji to the hell dimension, are we? He’ll never survive there in there!”]
[“Relax. He’ll only be in there 6 days maximum before the hell dimension spits him out back here into the office. He’ll live, Misha. He’ll be fine.”]
[“I-I hope you’re right about this, Shicchan. I really don’t want to explain to his parents why Kenji went missing. A-And I absolutely don’t want to be dealing with the school administration or the police if they find out he’s gone missing.”]
Misha’s body pulsates with sheer terror. She goes into the cupboard to prepare the ritual for opening the hell dimension while Kenji continues ranting at me. Fear and panic set in as Misha realizes the dire implications that will ensue if she botches the ritual. After a few minutes, Misha informs Shizune that she’s done.
[“I finished the ritual, Shicchan! Perhaps we could get the dildos out and give Ken-Ken a good pegging before we send him off. Maybe even spitroast him on a fire after this and eat his flesh! ”] signs Misha tensely.
[“We’re not going to eat him! The pegging does sound fun though, but it’ll be a shame that Hisao will be forced to miss out, otherwise he would cum too quickly, and that would be a waste of such good sperm.”] Shizune signs back.
I notice Shizune giving me the order to lock the doors. I follow the orders she has assigned me to prevent Kenji from leaving the student council office. After I lock the door, I immediately notice him screeching in terror once he realizes what is going to happen.

HELL SATAN, WELCOME YEAR ZERO
“Oh my god! You’re actually going to do it! I refuse to be your human sacrifice! You will not force me into bondage! I am a real man, one who shall not be restrained by the limitations of wicked feminist desires! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Despite his big talk, Kenji pushes past me and scrambles for the door but unfortunately for him, he’s not getting out of this one as he frantically pulls the door handle up and down while screaming his head off. A loud humming suddenly starts, catching his attention. He then notices a flaming vermilion eye spontaneously opening up in front of him, as the portal swallows up the light in the room. Kenji loses his mind.
“BITCHES AND WHORES! YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ME TALK ABOUT EMI YET! WHY DO YOU HATE KATAWA SHOUJO SO MUCH THAT YOU FUCKING JEZEBELS WON'T EVEN LET ME TALK ABOUT IT! THIS IS A COMPLETE VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS. I WILL NEVER LET YOU TAKE MY RIGHTS! I SHALL NOT ALLOW THIS TO STAND!”

The portal to the hell dimension continues humming and it can feel it pulsating so loudly that the sound it produces goes through my body and causes me to vibrate every so often. Kenji continues screeching but eventually gives up and begins to plead for mercy. Mercy that none of us shall grant him as the portal gradually begins to expand in size. Shizune begins to laugh as she notices Kenji’s face stricken with pure fear, causing Misha to join in with her own laughter. As it turns out their laugher is so infectious that even I couldn’t help but laugh. Shizune and Misha both grab the fearstricken Kenji and throw him into the portal.
“Hisao you bastard! If I ever get out of this portal, I’m going to ruin your reputation and you won’t like that! I will ensure that you never recover from this!” Kenji roars as he is dragged into the hell dimension. I can hear his gradually fading screams as he descends deeper into the hell dimension and finally disappears into the burning void and I can feel peace wash over me at long last...
HELL SATAN
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Developers Commentary
This chapter. The one where Kenji tries to seduce Hisao, rants about Katawa Shoujo and goes to the hell dimension. We're past the halfway point, folks! The basic structure was that Kenji would try to seduce Hisao, get caught in the act and then get sent to the hell dimension. The final chapter was greatly expanded due to me continuing with one of the established themes of this fanfic, which is that the canon version of the Katawa Shoujo is a fictional videogame in Katawa Shoujo Yami universe.
Lastly, I was going to introduce the lyrics to Year Zero in the previous chapter and have them alternate with the lyrics of Ameno, but it didn't work too well with the actual events of the chapter so I kept only the lyrics of Ameno. As such, this is the first time that the lyrics to Year Zero are referenced here.

Thursday, Day 25 – Rise and Fall (4 Days Left)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
Damn it all! Kenji cursed himself. 4 days had passed since he was sent here to this unfamiliar place. Everywhere he looks, alien skies burn orange with dark smog for clouds and hard, cracked earth with lava veins for earth. Try as he might, Kenji cannot avoid coughing whenever he tries to breath because the air tastes like smoke and ashes.
“Those accursed feminists! I can’t believe they brainwashed Hisao and trapped me in here! Is this Hell!? A twisted simulation designed to humiliate me!? Answer me! Someone!? Anyone!?”
Kenji could feel his feet grow hotter as he continues to traverse the hellscape that he is currently trapped in. The sharp, jagged ground hurts his feet and feels like sharp stones designed to prick his now blistered skin. He screams out and in return receives no answers. He is directionless. Will this be the end of Kenji Setou? Is there nobody to remember him here in this godless realm? Kenji asks himself these questions and knows that no answer shall be recieved. He looks around this crooked world and somethings something in the distance. Figures. Humanoid figures. He sees them and they see him.

Demons. Nothing like the ones he’d spent countless hours killing in Doom. Real demons. Most of them resemble a pale blue naked, skeletal Shizune with feline features and black hair, though one of them has a plump pink body and had dark red drill-like hair like Misha. Oh dear god. Kenji realizes too late that the demons have already seem him and they liked what they saw. The demons run full pelt at Kenji with alarming speed and violently drag the young man by his arms before forcefully dunking his head into a deep puddle of clear, colourless water. The Misha demon moves Kenji's skirt and panties and unsheathes its pseudo-penis, similar to that of female hyneas. Terror surges through Kenji as he can feel the Misha beast’s member throbbing on top of his exposed buttocks.

Fortunately, the Misha demon has no intention of raping Kenji and is content to enjoy Kenji’s fear and anxiety. More Shizune beasts arise from the shadows to join the current group and join in on surrounding Kenji with full anticipation for the upcoming event. Kenji’s head is trapped beneath the clear water and he screams, causing bubbles to foam beneath the water's surface. His only relief now is that he won't be drowning anytime soon. A relief that is immediately short lived once he realizes that he is back inside the lounge of his house.
“Fucking hell, stand up straight when I talk to you!” yells Kenji’s father. “My god, a C grade AGAIN!”
Strange. Kenji could’ve sworn he had been through this scenario before. The dialogue plays out, with Kenji watching himself trying and failing to justify himself but nothing it seems can be changed. Kenji is helpless and he hates every moment of it.
“P-please, honey. He’s t-trying his best.” Kenji’s mother meekly replies, much to present Kenji’s disgust.
“Best!? These shit excuses for grades!? At this rate, we’ll have send him to the military so he’ll shape the fuck up and they sure as hell won’t be accepting his sorry ass! C Grade... C... Fucking pathetic. I was getting A grades at his age and he can only muster a fucking C! He’ll be stuck doing work as a dime a dozen salaryman unless he somehow ends up as a freeter who can’t find any work at all!”
Kenji has heard all this before. Try as he might, nothing changes. This story is already set in stone, with the outcome nothing more than a forgone conclusion. It reminds him of all the video games where he couldn’t skip the cutscenes, only 1000 times more frustrating because it now applies to his own life.
“So what, you want me to find something better, like the Yakuza?” past Kenji replies, barely able to keep himself from seething with rage.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, boy!” He then clamps his hands on past Kenji’s shoulders “Now you listen up, kid. I will NOT be accepting a good for nothing herbivore man for a son! Your older brother joined the military and look where he is now! He found himself a successful wife and has a promising career. And if you man the fuck up, you could also make this family proud. We Setou men do not settle for less! Settling for anything less than the best is an insult to the family name, and if you dishonour us, then I would rather you commit harikiri then sully our honour any further. You are a young adult. Act like it! If I find out that your grades are this pitiful again, there will be consequences. Do you understand!?”

Kenji can’t bear to watch his past self’s servile snivelling. Try as he might, he only got slightly better grades and eventually though a miracle ended up in Yamaku rather than disowned and living on the streets. The vision twists and warps before taking the shape of Yamaku Academy. Past Kenji is now standing awkward in the lobby with his parents. His mother tries to reassure him that he could lead a fulfilling life despite his difficulties but his father has nothing but thinly veiled contempt. Kenji despises his mother’s weakness and resents her for never left his father despite his overbearing, domineering manner. Kenji watches as his past self is assigned several other blind students, and though he met Lilly, he knew deep down that he’d never be good enough for her. As much as he wanted to deny that he was disabled, he eventually broke down and despaired over his feelings that no matter how much he wanted to be normal, it was never going to happen. A few weeks in, he met Akio and though the two were good friends, Kenji feared that it wasn’t going to last and that they’d be forced to go their separate ways once they graduated. By chance, Kenji also met this dark skinned young lady named Miki Miura and the two had gotten along like a house on fire. Though her body was often caked in sweat, Kenji found her scent to be comforting regardless.

Months of joy went by for the two of them. Kenji’s confidence increased and he supported Miki in her desire to become an athlete. Eventually two of them finally decided to take their relationship to the next level. It seemed like a great moment where the two could be free from all expectations and allow themselves to be vulnerable in each others embrace. After the lovemaking ends, dread sinks into past Kenji's flesh as he realizes that he now feels weak. Try as he might, Kenji succumbed to sleep and eventually awoke next morning. He realized that his father was right. That feminism had ruined everything by creating a world where men cannot be men anymore. This was what he deserved for refusing to take Miki like a man and sexually dominate her!

Past Kenji severs his ties by gradually avoiding Miki and eventually allowing their relationship to erode away into nothingness. Serves her right for trying to steal away his life force! Unbeknownst to him, he would enter a downspiral where he skip class and radicalize himself into anti-feminism through anonymous message boards and toxic anecdotes about women screwing men over.
As Kenji watches his past self laugh bitterly over the revelation that Yamaku is a prison for those deemed failures by society, he begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe all of this was a coping mechanism for his own ignorance. No. Of course not. Real men don’t accept weakness, and his parents left him to rot in Yamaku because he was weak. No, he had to be better than this. Stronger. So much stronger.

Time went by for the young man, and yet the demons made him remember the day he met Hisao Nakai. Finally. Someone who is actually normal. A fellow prisoner whose life was cruelly wrenched away from him from the unjust society that they were both stuck in. The student council had other plans and saw to it that they would seduce Hisao to their dark hedonistic lifestyle.
Ever since then, he must compete with Hisao in the accursed No Nut Novembers in the vain hope that he can win and prove himself to be a real man. To overcome Hisao Nakai and then eventually the tyrants who control everything in this prison and whom are connected to the feminist conspiracy that runs the world outside of Yamaku Academy. Kenji watches his past self and can only helplessly lament that he’s unable to break away from the path he’s chosen. No matter what, he can never be a normal person and he’ll probably end up homeless once he graduates because he knows deep down that his family consider him a failure.

Meanwhile at Yamaku Academy…
Another morning. Just as I leave my science class, I notice that Mr. Motou has something to say to me.
“I’ve noticed something different about you, Hisao. Ever since the beginning of November, you seem to have grown intellectually sharper.”
“Thanks.” I reply.
“That’s not to say that you aren’t one of my best students.” Mr. Mouto clarifies awkwardly. “Your grades are among top of my classes, even with your student council duties. Your time management is impeccable, and if you ever consider taking up university classes, I’m confident that you would earn high marks there as well."
I thank him, only for Mr. Mouto to snap up to attention as he realizes what he actually wanted to say to me.
“Energy, as you know, cannot be destroyed." he lectures. I know this, but it'd be rude to shut him down after he finally remembered what he wanted to say. "It can transformed or transferred into another state. Now despite your assumption, Nakai, I can inform you that I have in fact heard of No Nut November. For the most part, I am neutral on the topic but if your results are any indication, I am interested to see if abstaining from all sexual activity increases focus and productivity. As a result, I wish to impart some knowledge upon you that may help you to finish what you start, so to speak. Tell me, Nakai, have you ever heard of sexual transmutation?” quizzes Motou.
“I can’t say I have, no.” I reply.
“The idea of sexual transmutation is that sexual energy can be redirected into other parts of your life, such as creativity or social endeavours. As I’ve already observed, you’ve become more focused in your classes. Though you may not realize it, it’s because you have a purpose in mind. A goal that you wish to see through to its completion. You have chosen unconsciously to transfer that sexual energy into completing whatever purpose you current strive for.”
“Huh, I never actually thought of it that way.” I admit somewhat naively. “Though I do wonder, if sexual transmutation involves redirecting the energy to a more productive purpose, then how would I be expected to deal with sexual urges when I’m not actively doing something.”
“That, I’m afraid goes beyond my bounds as a science teacher. Considering your potential, I believe that you’ll figure that out for yourself. I’m afraid, I’ve got to go now, Nakai. Those papers don’t mark themselves.”
Once Mr. Motou returns to his classroom, I make haste for the student council office and walk in, only to notice Misha’s deflated expression.

“Good morning, Misha. So how was… last night?” I ask.
“Awful.” said Misha, lacking her usual enthusiasm. “Shicchan and I spent all night figuring out how to cover this up so the police don’t get involved.
“What are you trying to cover up?” I ask quizzically, barely able to hide my interest in what could be an interesting case.
“The school administration is getting suspicious about Ken-ken’s absence and have been sending reports for a missing persons case.”
Misha shows me a poster of Kenji whose expression is caught in an unflattering mid-rant mugshot with rudimentary information about him.
“That does sound stressful. Is Shizune doing any better?”
Misha doesn’t bother to answer, simply pointing me over to Shizune who is asleep at her desk, snoring furiously. I say my goodbyes to Misha and head off to the cafeteria.

After I finish my lunch, I return to the student council room. Shizune is still asleep. Misha it seems felt it right not to disturb her.
“Anyway, we’re going to be sending you into the hell dimension to rescue Ken-Ken.” said Misha.
“(*sigh) You and Shizune did an entire ritual to send him to hell, and now you want me to go rescue him, is that right?” I reply, frustrated.
“Of course, Hicchan! Think of it as a fun adventure where you meet friendly faces and maybe even the love of your life!”
“In hell, right?” I reply, clearly not taken in by Misha’s enthusiasm.

Misha goes over to Shizune and gently shakes her while saying her name several times, which brings to mind the pleasant sound of a snoring hummingbird, After a moment or two, Shizune finally wakes up. After Shizune gets her bearings, the three of us decide to make preparations for the ritual that allows me to enter the hell dimension so that I can get this over with. After setting things up, I am sat on a fluffy red mat and am surrounded by lit candles. An orange void opens up right in front of me and I make eye contact with it.
[“You already know how this goes, don’t you?] signs Shizune. [Gaze into the orange void and try to maintain focus throughout. Once you make it into the hell dimension, you need to retain awareness of your surroundings so that you don’t lose control and end up cast out before you finish the mission.”]
[“Of course. I only need to find Kenji and retrieve him, don’t I?”] I sign back to Shizune.
[“That’s the entire point of this particular ritual, yes.”] Shizune signs back.

I make eye contact with the orange eye-like void as Shizune commands and watch as burning waves form from the centre. The waves gradually become faster and faster until I can feel a powerful force grip my body, causing my head to feel pressure intense enough that it feels like being crushed in a vice grip. I can taste what can only be described as dusty pixels as static and invisible floating objects become visible to me. I feel the urge to scream as I feel myself dragged into the void, darkness surrounding my body like a cloak. Before I know, I’m finally here. Welcome to Hell, Hisao. Welcome to Hell.

Elsewhere in the hell dimension...
Still trapped by the flock of demons with no way out, Kenji's first vision of his fears ends. He was not ready to bear witness to what the demons had in store and this terrified him all the more. The surrounding beasts cackle at what was yet to come. Kenji's fear of failure and lack of normality had come to pass, and now that it served its purpose, the demons laugh once more and watch in joyful anticipation. The next vision had already arrived. Kenji could see himself and Hisao on the rooftop in the evening.
“Congratulations on winning No Nut November, Kenji. I hope that your Infinite Nut Pass was worth the effort.” said Hisao jubilantly.
“T-Thanks man.” replies Vision Kenji.
The two of them are near the edge of the roof, the silent passing between them. Hisao leans in close. Almost too close. So close that Kenji wonders if they’re going to kiss or not.
“I’m so glad that we were friends, and that we could be prove ourselves to be sane men in an insane world but I’m afraid that two must become one, Kenji. Goodbye. Forever.
“W-wait w-”

Kenji helplessly watches as he sees himself falling in first person. The realization hits him immediately that Hisao pushed him off the roof. Before he knows it, Kenji watches his own body crumple to the floor like a ragdoll as it hits the ground, accompanied by the sounds of cracked bones and his vision blurring before it all fades to black. Unfortunately for the real Kenji, it wasn't over. On the contrary, this was merely the prelude to the main event. Kenji’s perception ascends upward to the rooftop as if watching through the eyes of his illusionary self, and he sees Hisao laugh to himself, remarking that he couldn’t believe that Kenji had fallen for his trick.
The world seen in the vision twists and warps and before he knows it, Kenji is watching Hisao approach someone. Oh no. Molly Kapur. Hisao backs her against the wall and plants his right arm over her shoulder before leaning in close to her.
“Oh hey, you’re looking mighty fine, Molly. Perhaps we should do it? Schedule a date? I know several places in town we could go to.” purrs Hisao seductively.
Molly Kapur gazes at Hisao, her cold, borderline emotionless demeanour contrasting heavily with Hisao’s suave confidence. Kenji hopes that Molly will hold out and tell Hisao to fuck off only for his hopes to be immediately dashed when she accepts.

The vision cuts to Hisao wearing a tuxedo accompanied by Molly Kapur wearing a skin tight dress, lacey thigh-highs both of which are white and black flat shoes. The two of them are seen leaving a fancy restaurant, laughing and smiling to each other as they approach an equally fancy hotel. Kenji knows exactly where this is going. He dreads what this vision has in store for him. Hisao and Molly check into the hotel for the night and end in a monochrome room that seems to get blurrier and blurrier as the two sit upon the white bed.
“The night is still young, my dear Molly? Shall we engage in this act of carnal desire?”
Molly giggles at Hisao’s overly stuffy proposition before accepting. The moment he had been dreading has finally come. Kenji winces in terror as he realizes that Hisao and Molly are going to have sex, and that Hisao is the man, not him. Not Kenji Setou, the cuckold forced to watch by demons who crave the suffering of young, budding men.

No amount of netorare porn would prepare for him for this moment. Pangs of anxiety and fear overtake him as he struggles in vain. Kenji wants nothing more than to scream. To cry out as Hisao and Molly begin taking off their clothes. Why!? If Hisao had been an ugly bastard then maybe, maybe this vision would be somewhat bearable but no, Hisao was handsome. His chiselled body is on full display as is his large, girthy penis the size of his forearm. Molly’s black, lacy panties are the last thing to come off her body and soon it begins. Molly lies back on the bed as Hisao impales her vagina with his massive dong and it splits open to accommodate his king-sized member and its slow brutal thrusting.

Molly moans as her vagina bleeds and the bloodsheets go from virginal white to bloodstained red, her vagina becoming wet in order to smoothen her tryst with Hisao. Her cute little brown body shakes as Hisao continues to penetrate her, her moans gradually increasing in pitch. Was she moaning in pain? Pleasure? Anticipation for her climax? Kenji’s brain is fried from all the porn he’s watched and he doesn’t even know if he can tell the difference anymore. Kenji wants to look away from all this and pretend that Molly Kapur would never do such things and that she wasn’t a lying feminist vampire like Miki.

Hisao and Molly are holding holds during all this, and Molly requests they change position. Hisao is lying down and holding Molly up so that she could stab herself upon his dick. Despite the pain that his large penis brings to her, causing her to tear up, she still rides Hisao’s dick. The two look into each eyes and Molly rides him harder, and even Hisao begins to moan in pleasure. Kenji can barely watch, as he beings crying tears of sadness and fury at his own powerlessness to prevent this travesty.
Hisao grips Molly’s buttocks tightly and gives a mighty thrust that causes him to ejaculate and fill Molly's vagina with his seed, causing it to twitches in response as she gives into her sexual pleasure.
“H-Hisao… Oh my god, that was amazing. I’m so glad I let you cum inside me! Your penis is so much bigger than my boyfriends!” moaned Molly Kapur.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kenji roared, his screams of rage and despair rendered impotent in a world where he doesn’t really exist. He realized that what the demons were showing him was not a regular cuckold session. No. It was a double cucking session that Kenji was forced to bear witness. For all the difference it made to him, Molly Kapur might as well have been having a three way with Hisao and this unseen boyfriend. Despair washes over Kenji and he can feel himself drowning in guilt. For what? His own failure to protect his masculinity? All the times he spent watching hardcore porn, watching male pornstars treat their female coworkers awfully on camera? Wasting it all away on hentai instead of doing something with his life? His selfish, callous behavior after he had sex with Miki, all designed to cover his ignorance and fear? No. There was no point in feeling bad about any of that, Kenji though to himself. This was all Shizune’s plan to break him, to emasculate him and make him feel like less of a man!

Elsewhere in the Hell Dimension...
Hisao feels himself become conscious as if in a lucid dream, and rubs his stinging eyes. He notices himself surrounded by an alien landscape that is known as the hell dimension, a forbidden land that is affected by the perceptions of those who enter it. Despite its alien nature, even the hell dimension has universal constants such as the blazing orange sky and the smell of smoke and ashes. Demons can be heard cackling in the distance, but Hisao is educated with the knowledge that these creatures aren’t real and therefore they cannot properly manifest themselves in his presence.

“Hicchan!” calls out Misha’s voice, projecting itself upon the lower world like the voice of a goddess.
“I see that you made it safely here. Be careful, out there be monsters! Hee hee! Just kidding. I… hope I am. Anyway, you’ve got to find Ken-Ken and bring him back here at once!”
“I know that.” Hisao replies. “But this place is vast, and I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” replied Misha. “Ken-Ken is being imprisoned somewhere but he’s being surrounded by a pack of demons who refuse to let him leave.”
“Gee, thanks.” Hisao snarks. “Very helpful. I’m sure that if I just magically think up a location, Kenji will surely be there and I can avoid being eaten by demons.”
The clacking of typewriter keys projects itself the same way as Misha’s voice, typing up arcane knowledge that Hisao cannot seem to understand, and yet paradoxically he can understand what it says.
[“In the hell dimension, that might not be such a bad idea. Now think, Hisao, where do you think Kenji is being hidden?”]
Hisao realizes that the typewriter sounds are actually Shizune’s “voice”. Very inspiring.
“Damn it, Shizune! We don’t have time for these mind games. The last place I saw Kenji was in the student council office before you sent him here and decided to change your mind several days later! For all I know, he might as well still be in the school considering that I’m managed to make it here through a ritual we’re conducting right row.”

The two ladies see no point in answering Hisao's prayer. Much like the gods who have forsaken their creations. Hisao turns around and can see with his own eyes a very familiar gate that wasn’t there before. A very familiar gate that seems far too grand and pompous for the building it protects. The gate yields to his touch and soon he’s taken inside the school corridors despite being nowhere near the actual building itself. Much like a dream, Hisao is suddenly at the entrance of Mr. Motuo’s classroom despite not remembering how he got there. He opens the door, figuring that there would be no harm in such a thing.

Upon entering the classroom, Hisao notices Mr. Motou arise from his desk, his body stiff and rigid like a rubber doll.
“Salutations, Mr. Nakai. It fills me with resplendence that you could attend for… extracurricular lessons.”
Hisao immediately senses that someone is very wrong with this man.
“Strange. You’re not normally this formal with me. Or with anyone really.”
“I see. I’m afraid that as the Dungeon Master, I will have no choice but to discipline you by subjecting you to my DEEP♂DARK♂FANTASY.” replies Mr. Motuo in a high pitched voice. He takes his jacket off, then flexes awkwardly as dark energy rushes into his body accompanied by the sounds of tearing fabric and blood pumping into his muscles. When the dark energy subsides, the man who once resembled Mr. Motuo is transformed. He has become a muscular hybrid of Mr. Motuo and Billy Herrington who wears clothing resembling the Gachimuchi aesthetic which consists of bondage gear such as a spiked black leather collar, black leather pants and a leather chest harness.

Hisao curses himself and realizes that the demon seems to be inspired by a gay porno Kenji showed him once when he asked Kenji for an example of “peak masculinity”. He now realizes that this one moment has now come back to bite him in the rear and can only fear the monstrosity he is now up against.
“Oh yes, Hisao. I’m going to enjoy this immensely.” The demon leers and giggles, licking his lips in anticipation. “You have no idea how sexually aroused I am at the idea of fucking your tight, twink pink asshole!”
Hisao winces in terror and internally names the creature Gachimotou. The demon licks its overly long tongue in pleasure, their erection rising upwards and springing free through its leather pants. Their penis expands in height and length before twisting around like a snake. Gachimotou’s upper body flops to the ground like a dress dummy as the one eye snake takes command with a wicked high pitched laugh. I can feel the fear rushing through my veins like water through a broken dam.

It begins. Pedagogy II: Pedagogy Harder.
I immediately go back the way I came and escape the classroom before rapidly shutting the door on this foul creature. I’ve got to get the hell out of here as the creature breaks through the door and chases me at full speed on its legs and arms through dark, blurry identical looking corridors. Much like a warped rendition of Pac-Man, I’m unable to fight back in the labyrinthian darkness and there seems to be no way out. There has to be an exit to this, surely. Then I remember that the hell dimension can be affected by my own will. I’m too scared to fight and I’ve got to focus on rescuing Kenji. Of course! I look around, and think that maybe there is a flight of stairs I can take.

Lo and behold, there is set of stairs right there in front of me! I take the steps two at a time as Gachimotou crawls behind me. Fortunately, it seems to be too large to climb after me, buying me time to escape. I seem to be on a different floor, but I can’t seem to make heads or tails of where. I walk forward, finally able to hear myself think over the terror I felt earlier. This temporary reprieve is quickly replaced by the screams of someone in the distance. I decide to follow the screams and as I continue onwards, they grow louder and louder.

I can feel my pace begin to quicken instinctively and soon I go from jogging to a full on run as I reach a nearby door. Before I can open the door and determine if its inhabitants are friend or foe, the floor behind me crumbles and I realize that the demon I left behind has returned to me like a boomerang.
“HISAAAAAAAAAAO!" screams Gachimuchi. "YOU WILL NOT KEEP ME OUT THAT EASILY! I WILL HAVE TO DISCIPLINE YOU FOR THIS ACT OF DEFIANCE BY POUNDING YOUR ASS REALLY, REALLY HARD!"

Like hell I'm going to stand there and let that thing have its way with me. I immediatly kick down the door and see the art class right in front of me. Gachimotou advances upon me and emits high pitched maniacal laugher as the opportunity to force himself upon me looms ever closer. Thankfully, this is not to be however as Mr. Nomiya is right behind him, causing Gachimuchi to seize up in terror. I use this opportunity to get the hell out of dodge, which turns out to be the right call as Mr. Nomiya's head expands in size. His obese body gives way to his oversized head and is crushed by the weight. The head then rises from the ground as several large phallic tentacles grow from the stump at the bottom. Gachimuchi screams in terror as the octopus head devours his free lunch.

The octopus demon whom I nickname Takonomiya turns around and emits a deep deafening laughter that blocks out all other sounds. He then dislocates his jaw and starts chomping, causing the floor in front of him to disappear into his gaping maw. Much like an unwanted, unnecessary sequel to a beloved classic, I now have to go through the motions of escaping again and its even worse this time.
The hallways twist and turn and I can hear the screaming voice again. This time, I recognize it as Rin’s voice but I dare not look back. Everything that exists behind me disappears into the great abyss of Takonomiya’s mouth as I frantically search for an exit. Time is running out for me and I cannot turn back. I can at least hope that I can make it somewhere higher such as the rooftop, and see a set of oncoming stairs which I immediately take. Once I’m at the rooftop, I realize that everything beneath me is gone and I’ve got no choice now. I hate what I’m about to do but any alternatives have been swallowed up by Octonimoya whose deafening laughter blocks out all other sounds. I jump.

The distance between the roof and the ground is far greater than I expect, though it does little to assure me that I’ll be alive and well. Octonimoya falls to the ground faster than I do and eventually becomes a black mark on the floor that spreads out across the ground. Eventually I too will join him as I brace for my inevitable demise. I hit the ground but instead of dying, my fall is broken only for me sink into the gooey darkness now unable to hold my weight. I tumble into the abyss only to awaken elsewhere. The place I’m now in does seem familiar. I can feel myself burning up inside this place, which seems to be facsimile of the brimstone and fire that Lilly loves to invoke. I notice a figure in the distance. The man who haunts my nightmares.

Elsewhere in the hell dimension...
Kenji realizes that it isn't over. The demons are delighted to show Kenji the final act of their morbid play that they so lovingly prepared for him. Miki and Vision Kenji hold hands, smiling and laughing as they enter the student council office. Miki dares Vision Kenji to sit in Shizune's favourite chair and he laughs while doing a bad impression of Shizune. Miki is gone and the student council office door opens to reveal Shizune wearing a black military uniform and also leather gloves and boots of the same colour. She then marches up to Vision Kenji and contrary to the real deal's expectations, the two illusions start passionately making out for several minutes.

The two lovers break away from their kiss.
“Kenji Satou, you’ve been a very naughty boy!” teases Shizune, her voice sounding exactly like Miki. “Get out of my chair and get on your knees for me!” barks Shizune, issuing her command.
Shizune smiles in delight as the illusionary Kenji complys. She then undoes her belt and lowers her black lacy panties for the false Kenji to please her. Kenji is horrified that his erection has betrayed him in favour of the enemy. He is also disgusted yet aroused at watching himself in complete submission to the woman he despises most. Shizune grips Vision Kenji’s head and forces his tongue deeper in, angling it to ensure that her subject will give her clitoris the good licking it deserves. Shizune lets out deep, husky moans and after she comes, she barks another order for the fake Kenji to bend over and spread his ass for her.

He complies, and prys apart his asscheeks for his mistress ready for her to give his boy pussy a great hard pounding. Shizune grabs a handful of her vaginal wetness and uses it as makeshift lube as she rubs it all over Vision Kenji's anus. Her vagina closes itself shut as her clitoris lengthens and expands in size, hardening itself up for a good round of sexual domination. Kenji curses Akio for ever exposing him to dickgirl porn. Shizune however wasn’t simply a woman with a dick and balls! No, this was a proper futanari! A beautiful woman with both penis and vagina. The impregnator and the impregnated rolled into one. Shizune smiles and licks her lips as she inserts the head of her psuedo-penis causing her lover to shudder in delight as she slowly takes him from behind.
Kenji frothes in rage as what he perceives as the violation of the natural order and concludes that this is what feminism is leading up to! A world where women have both genitals while men are reduced to submissive sex slaves who enjoy being bred day in, day out! Kenji screams out, but the universe does not care for his plight.

Shizune continues to pound the doppelganger Kenji’s ass much to his pleasure.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Shizune teases, her voice now sounding like Misha’s.
“Ah. Ah. Yes. P-Pound me harder, mistress!” fake Kenji moans. “Ah, this feels so fucking good!”
Kenji is forced to watch himself get taken from behind by his worst enemy, and the worst part about all of this is that on some level, he might actually be enjoying this. That he would actually want to be in bed with Shizune and let her take initiative because she would actually want him that way. No. A real man never submits! He takes what he wants instead of letting others take from him! And yet he cannot help himself as he yells in impotent rage.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I am not some submissive beta male cuck! I should be the one fucking Shizune’s ass while Hisao watches! I’m supposed to be the alpha male, dammit!”

Speaking of the devil, Kenji notices that Hisao is watching Shizune and his doppelganger from the outside and masturbating to them. BASTARD! Kenji thinks to himself.
The two lovers change position. Shizune is now sat on her favourite chair while Vision Kenji spits into his hand and rubs his anus before reinserting her pseudopenis inside him and riding her in the reverse cowboy position like his life depends on it. Shizune grips fake Kenji’s asschecks harder and leans in close to his ear.
“Say it, Setou! Say my name!
“S-Shizune!” the fake Kenji says meekly.
“LOUDER!” she yells in his ear, smacking fake Kenji’s ass in retaliation.
“SHIZUNE! S-SHIZUUUUUUUUNE!” moans fake Kenji as he feels Shizune’s pseudocock targeting his prostate with laser precision.
“AH. AH. AAAAAAAAAAAAH YES! I’M SUCH A SLUT! GOD YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY ASS!” he moans loudly.

Kenji seethes in rage at what he is seeing. He would never let a woman touch him that way! A real man takes what is his and fucks a woman as he sees fit! The very idea that he would ride a dick, let alone Shizune’s goes completely against everything he expects a real man to do during sex. The two lovers continue pounding away while Hisao continues jerking off. The real Kenji notices Akio and Misha are now also watching and cheering for the death of Kenji’s masculinity. This is what society has come to! A feminist fuckfest where men are reduced to sacks of fuckmeat for dominant women! Kenji’s penis starts to burn with sexual arousal and he hates every moment of it.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Kenji.” purrs Shizune. “To think that one day, I’d be so deep inside you. Not even Hisao could ever compare to you. I just want you to be mine forever.”
“Hisao’s cool and all but just getting to be with you is so wonderful. I was so afraid of you and yet I wanted you so deeply. I'm so glad that you wanted me, to fill me up with your love and affection!"
Kenji cannot stand this cloying sentimentality on display. He would NEVER want to be in a relationship with Shizune, he tells himself. He keeps running through all the reasons that he hates Shizune, trying to block out the implications that the torturous vision is subjecting him to.

The two lovers are starting to reach the climax. Hisao has already cum from the sheer excitement of it all while Akio and Misha have their eyes glued to the window in sheer anticipation. Kenji himself is dreading the inevitable but knows deep down that he cannot escape it.
“Cum for me, baby boy.” Shizune whispers in Vision Kenji’s ear, her voice now soundly exactly like his mother. “Mommy is very proud of you for taking such big loads in your ass.”
Kenji’s skin now feels like it has bugs crawling around underneath. He fears that this can only get worse.
The fake Kenji’s anus tightens around Shizune’s pseudocock and he moans loudly, blowing a fat steamy load of ejaculate all over the floor which is followed by Shizune’s own orgasm, causing her to jizz inside Kenji’s ass. She withdraws her cock from Not Kenji’s ass, causing the young man's anus to twitch rhythmically as her cum leaks out of his anus before dripping slowly. At this point, Hisao, Misha and Akio have all disappeared as if the three of them were never there at all.
“Damn, Shizune. I never knew that you could be so amazing. I’ll have to do this again with you more often.” Vision Kenji pants, his energy now spent.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you touch both of my genitals. Perhaps I’ll even let you drink from my pseudocock next time.” Shizune teases.
The two of them clean up after themselves. After that, they look each other in the eyes and kiss each other passionately. They seem so happy together.
“You wanna play some Risk again after this?” said Shizune, now sounding exactly like Miki again.
“Anytime you want, my love.” replies Vision Kenji.

The very though of being in a happy relationship with Shizune enrages Kenji like no other. Any attempts at a coherent response are reduced to mere incoherent gibbering. He can only scream out, feeling that the universe made him watch this to spite him personally. The Misha demon forcefully yanks Kenji’s head out of the clear water causing him to instinctively gasp for air. The pack of demons then drag Kenji away to a different part of the hell dimension, one that resembles a beautiful garden.

Kenji has no time to comprehend the change in scenery as the demons tear off his clothes, reducing him to black bra and panties. The Misha demon tears off Kenji’s bra and his panties. It then throws away the bra and smiles as the Shizune demons chant the word eat in unison as the Misha demon force feeds Kenji’s panties to him. Kenji struggles in vain but eventually swallows the panties, gagging at the taste of them. The demons laugh at this before shrinking in size and transforming themselves into miniature chibi versions of themselves playing band instruments. Kenji tries to leave, but the demons hiss loudly before returning to their instruments, forcing him to stay put as the demons keep playing around him in a circle.
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Elsewhere in the hell dimension...
Hisao feels himself trapped in a black, sterile gimp suit that clings to his body like a parasite. His anus feels like it has a large dildo crammed inside accompanied by a super hot sensation. He reminds himself that he cannot allow himself to become consumed by fear. He remembers that he’s supposed to rescue Kenji, but is sure that Misha and Shizune will understand his desire for payback against the man in his nightmares.

He is dressed in a golden flower patterned shirt made from the flesh of Satan’s generals and ash black trousers and also wearing a black watch with an orange hexagram that burns like hellfire. His skin is red like an oni with ash black hair, and eyes filled with white light. Mr. Hakamichi is also carrying a blood red sword that rests in its scabbard whenever it isn't used to tear enemy flesh asunder so that he may devour them.
Upon noticing the fearful young man that is Hisao Nakai, the demon swordsman skips the formalities and unsheathes his sword without a word. Hisao figures that if his nemesis doesn’t want to play fair than neither shall he. He tries his best to manifest two machine guns and is pleased with his results. He lets them rip at full force without hesitation and roars loudly as he watches Mr Hakamichi’s flesh become riddled with bullet holes like meat flavoured swiss cheese.

Hisao watches as the man in his nightmares topples over dead, eyes still open before turning to ashes. The gimp suit clinging to Hisao's flesh and the feelings associated with it die with Mr. Hakamichi as Hisao bursts out into cathartic laugher. Shizune and Misha’s voices make themselves heard as Hisao's twin machine guns fade away.
[“Hisao, what the hell?! I know that my father is a jerk, but that was quite excessive!”]
“That man has haunted my nightmares ever since you first put me in the gimp suit.” I reply coldly.
[“The gimp suit? Oh yeah, the gimp suit!] said Shizune as if she had just recently remembered it. ["If you’re that concerned about me putting you in the gimp suit again, I didn't really mean that and don’t care that much about you having sex with Akira now.”]
“Just so you know, Shizune, I’m still mad about the gimp suit.” I seethe at her.
[“Okay, that’s fair, I understand. But that doesn’t exactly explain why you keep having nightmares about getting railed by my father. What does he even have to do with my gimp suit anyway?”]
“Remember that one time we all contacted him by using a Link Ritual?” I reply.
“Oh! Oh! I remember!” Misha bubbled. “He was having a barbeque with his family that day!”
“The one where he claims that he was eating human flesh and they were mostly fine with that? Oh yeah, I recall him saying something about slathering hot chilli sauce on his hot dog.”
“Hicchan, that wasn’t supposed to be an innuendo.” Misha lamented. “He really was eating a hot dog that day. I’m not sure how you’d go from a cool sounding sword fight to getting his dick in your ass, Hicchan! Perhaps all that pegging might have something to do with it.”
“No matter.” I reply. “I’ve gotten my cartharsis, now let’s go rescue Kenji.”
The basement twists and warps until inky blackness consumes everything only to be quickly filled with a visage of a fancy restaurant during a late night. Hisao swears that this was part of a dream he had where he went on a date with Lilly and she looked absolutely beautiful. He wishes for a real date with her, feeling that it would be a wonderful experience, and that Lilly could tell him all about her life and he would enjoy every moment of it. Hisao snap out of his dreamy reverie and tells himself that he no time to lament over what ifs and steels himself against the horrors ahead as he strides into the entrance of the restaurant.

DORIME. INTERIMO, ADAPARE, DORIME
Hisao calms his nerves once he makes it into the restaurant. He copes with the anxiety by reminding himself if this is anything like his dream, then it will only be a date with Lilly. He walks up to the beautiful woman with platinum hair who is wearing a red mandiran gown with gold accents.
“Lilly, what are you doing here?” Hisao inquires.
“Hisao, is that you?” Lilly responds, almost as if she hopes that the person speaking to her is indeed Hisao.
“Of course. Are we supposed to be on a date, or something?” I confirm, gauging her response. She laughs sweetly.
“Of course, Hisao. This is going to be a date to die for. We’ve got to give our darling audience a resounding performance.”
Before Hisao can ask Lilly to clarify that statement, she takes him by the hand and clasps it like an vice grip to prevent his escape.The two of them walk past the various customers at their tables all the way to a large stage. It seems familiar. Too familiar. Once the two of them are on stage, there is only an audience surrounding them as if the restaurant itself never existed and they were always in the school assembly hall.

AMENO, AMEMO
Lilly’s clothing morphs from the one she had in my dream to the same one she had when she lashed Akio across the back a few weeks ago. The only difference is that Lilly’s outfit is stained in a mixture of fresh and dried blood.
“Ladies and gentlemen, beloved servants of Asmodeus, the time has come! A beautiful performance of carnal and bloodstained lust is about to unfold, and is a once in a lifetime experience that none of you should miss. Tonight, I shall satisfy you all with the spilling of blood and the making of love! May the Demon Prince of Lust smile upon us all!"
Hisao begins to sweat as the edges of the stage catch fire and he's trapped on stage with Lilly. The beautiful platinum haired woman stares Hisao down, a distant piano playing to herald his demise. Hisao can feel an intimidating force radiating from her and he’s completely sure that he just saw Lilly surrounded by a colourful red and orange border with the following title:

The time has come. Bloodstained Lilly’s cane transforms into a bloodstained sword resembling a gladiosus with its chartreuse blade and vermilion flower patterns, and lunges at Hisao with full force. Panic overtakes him as he cottons on immediately that this a fight to the death. Without hesitation, Hisao manifests twin machine guns and watches as Bloodstained Lilly flawlessly dodges all the bullets at lightning speed. She then leaps upward before pulling her sword back and lowering the blade, ready to cut Hisao in half like a ripe melon. In the brief window of opportunity that he has, Hisao thinks of a rocket launcher and unleashes a stream of rockets. Bloodstained Lilly moves so fast that the rockets don’t connect at all and instead cause deafening explosions when they hit the ceiling, causing shrapnel composed of wood and metal to come crashing down. The crowd goes wild, and Hisao barely dodges Bloodstained Lilly’s blade and realizes that he has no choice to but to play by the rules set out for him.

LATIRE, LATIREMO
Hisao focuses and quickly creates a wooden stick. No that would not do. He would never survive with that. With great haste, he thinks of a longsword. Nothing fancy but it would do. He grips the blade with both hands and thinks fast, managing to block the blade of the foe wearing the face of the the beloved Lilly Satou. Though the longsword is heavier than Hisao anticipated, he manages to ward off most of his enemy’s strikes but unfortunately is unable to close the gap due to his inexperience with swordsmanship. He looks across the audience and notices several familiar faces. Kenji is there cheering for Lilly as is Akira and Hanako. Emi and Rin are watching with no support for either combatant. The rest of the audience, he presumes must be demon servants of the Demon Prince Asmodeus. All seems hopeless. That is until he notices Shizune and Misha cheering him as the two of them struggle to penetrate the din of collective support for Bloodstained Lilly. Hisao realizes that he must keep their spark of hope alive and fights harder than he has ever fought before.

OMA NARI IMPERAVI EMUNARI, AMENO
BELIAL, BEHEMOTH, BEELZEBUB
Sweat rushes across his body like a river and threatens to stain his clothes. Surely Bloodstained Lilly is just as blind as the real deal, he thinks to himself. Running with this train of thought, Hisao runs straight at Bloodstained Lilly and puts off a feint before whirling around her as fast as he can and before managing to successfully cut a gash across the Lilly facsimile’s chest, causing lava to bleed profusely out of her gaping chest wound. Hisao dodges quickly and watch the lava burn part of the wooden stage they’ve been fighting on. Rage crosses the demoness’s face and she turns to the audience before spotting Hanako in the audience. She stretches her left arm out which is accompanied by fleshy sounds, torn fabric and the cracking of bones as her arm expands and grabs the screaming Hanako, turning her into a dark green blade complete with scarring on one side. Hisao watches in terror as the demoness sucks most of Hanako's lifeforce out of her recently transformed body to heal her own chest wound and rubs it in by giving Hisao a soulless smile.
“It seems that I’ll finally get some use out of her after all.” Bloodstained Lilly callously remarks.
Hisao begins to well up with rage as Bloodstained Lilly laughs, much to the thunderous applause of her audience. The two swordfighters lunge at each other with increased aggression. Their blows cancel each other out as blades smash against each other, and neither combatant seems to be making any real progress. Hisao’s heart is pounding really hard out of his chest hard like a prisoner rattling the bars of their cage. He now fears that he’s going to have a heart murmur, causing him to hesitate. This slight hesitation is enough for Bloodstained Lilly to gain the advantage as she advances on Hisao and slashes at him aggressively with both of her swords like an active turbine blade.
Hisao’s sword disappears and he is kicked to the ground by the unholy demoness. Before Hisao can even move, his arm sleeves are pinned to a ground by both of his opponent's blades and he can notice the scarred side of the Hanako blade looking right at him fearfully.

OMA NARI IMPERAVI EMUNARI
Fear surges through Hisao’s veins as he realizes he won't be leaving this stage alive. Lilly’s outfit changes into white classy lingerie consisting of a bra, a garter belt and thigh-high stockings. She strides up to him, squatting down over Hisao and straddling him before kissing him passionately on the lips. Hisao can feel the tent pitching inside his pants and fears the inevitable. He’s finally going to nut and right here in a place that Shizune and Misha can peer into. Not even their stern gazes could ward off his unwanted erection.

Hisao tries to think of something, anything as Bloodstained Lilly starts removing his clothes, hoping to savour Hisao’s fear and arousal. Determined to prevent the demoness from having her way, Hisao thinks back to Mr. Motou’s advice on the redirection of energy, and realizes that he need to redirect his sexual energy in order to resist Bloodstained Lilly’s amorous desires. As Bloodstained Lilly finishes removing Hisao’s trousers and underwear, she straddles him once more, ready to force herself upon him in front of the entire audience.
Hisao focuses his inner energy and fueled by the desire to keep Shizune and Misha's hopes alive, he can feel something surrounding his groin, similar to a strap-on. Only it wasn't a strap-on. The mysterious grows larger and eventually starts to take shape in the form of some strange type of chainsaw jutting out from his nether regions and holding them down to keep his penis from becoming erect and protecting it from enemy influence. Hisao then grabs the demoness and push his hips into hers and thrusting them back and forth to rev up his groinsaw.

HAIL SATAN, ARCHANGELO
“HAIL. SAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Hisao screams loudly as his groinsaw roars to life.
Bloodstained Lilly looks down in panic and realizes that what she has inside her isn't Hisao's penis but instead his groinsaw. Hisao grips the demoness's hips and never lets go as his thrusts gradually build up speed, causing his groinsaw to roar furiously until he notice Bloodstained Lilly’s lower half bleeding profusely. Lava pours out of her lower half and her clothes begin to catch fire. Despite this minor setback, Hisao is not deterred and keeps thrusting his groinsaw as the screams of man and woman become one. Hisao's continued screaming causes him to feel as though his throat is being ripped apart and eventually his screaming fades and gives way to the roar of the groinsaw.

Bloodstained Lilly continues to scream out in agony as Hisao has built up enough speed to thrust at turbospeed and maybe travel through parallel universes, causing her gradually collapsing body to emit a stench of brimstone as molten cracks forms from the pelvic wounds he inflicted upon her. The molten cracks spread across the rest of her burning body like an infection and rapidly reach her face as she cries out in terror. Soon enough, lava also pours from her ruined eyesockets and melt the flesh across her face, causing it to catch fire along with her face, exposing her skull. Hisao is consumed by the power of the groinsaw and watches as Bloodstained Lily’s eye sockets burn with pain and hate for his very existence; and yet despite faced with this terrifying visage, Hisao cannot help himself as he relishes his groinsaw's roar as he withdraws it from the demoness's ruined nether regions.

HAIL SATAN, WELCOME YEAR ZERO
“HISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO!” she screams tearfully. Her body explodes, leaving ashes on the stage floor and also causing her blades to become ashes too. Fortunately since she’s an illusion, Hisao doesn't suffer any severe burns from his contact with Bloodstained Lilly and will likely attract questions about his sunburn.
“Jesus Christ.” Hisao can only say in shock. His groinsaw fades in volume before disappearing completely. He is now horrified by what has happened. Despite his awareness that she was a demoness taking on Lilly's form who was intending to have her way with him; Hisao still feels as though he killed Lilly in the most violent, brutal way possible. The audience watching this macabre theatre performance burst into flame, and scream loudly as their burning bodies cause their surrounding to burn away like paper. The edges of the assembly hall begin to blacken and fade away until I am surrounded by only primordial black. Damn it. Please. No more of this. Just take me to Kenji so I can get the hell out of here.
HELL SATAN

Hisao's surroundings have now filled out the dark void, and he's now in a field. The sky is blue and the ground is covered in green grass and flowers. His body is battered and bruised, exhaustion threatening to take its toll. As he continues on, he wonders if this is really the end or if his life has ended and his surrounding are nothing but a dying dream to help him pass away peacefully. Hisao can hear the sound of a clattering typewriter.
[“Hisao, you better not give up. Not when you’re so near to your goal.”]
“I am?” I doubt her. “Are you sure he’s here? This doesn’t seem like the kind of place that Kenji would choose to stay in.”
[“If you think I’m wrong, then walk further and tell me what you see.”]
“I do suppose that I’ve come too far to turn back. Fine. I’m too exhausted to do anything else anyway."
[“Glad to hear it. Now go, Hisao! GO!”]
The typewriter sounds disappear as does Hisao's willingness to doubt. He walk onwards as his entire body feels as though its burning and his mind is too frazzled to deal with anything else. He looks onwards and hears the sound of a marching band. Once he makes it to the source, he notices that Kenji is naked and surrounded by chibi versions of a group of Shizunes playing different instruments and a single chibi Misha who is playing the drums.

“Aw, they look adorable.” I remark, noticing them marching around Kenji in a circle.
“Don’t be fooled man, they’re demons. Pure evil, I say!” Kenji shudders.
“Kenji, I’m here to take you back to Yamaku.” I assure him.
“Changed your mind, have you? I see those she-demons in the student council haven’t completely gotten to you!” Kenji inquires, almost ready to jump up and down with joy.
I move in closer and the miniature marching band disperse like ants and take their music with them.
I get up closer to Kenji only for a single question to enter my mind.
“Kenji, why are you naked?”
“You only just noticed, Hisao?” Kenji snarks.
“I just went through hell just to rescue you. The least you could do is be grateful about it!”
“Pah! It wasn’t that bad. All they did was make me watch hope crushing visions, tear off all my clothes and worst of all make me eat my underwear!”
“Did it taste good?” I ask absentmindedly.
“NO” yelled Kenji!
“Speaking of underwear, did you ever give Lilly’s panties back?” I inquire.
“Give them back?" snorts Kenji derisively. "When Lilly came to me, I gave her the biggest fearboner you ever did see and she was so horny that she wanted to suck on it!" Kenji pauses. "Okay, Lilly had a word with me and I gave them back like a good boy.” he continues, backtracking on his previous bluster.
“Good to know, Kenji.” I shrug tiredly.
The world around Kenji and Hisao begins to fade.

Kenji and I are returned to the student council office. I'm still on the mat and Kenji is right besides me. He dodges the candles surrounding me and runs on all fours as his hunger and thirst hit him like a bullet to the head. I watch him snatche Misha’s Gyzoa and her tea like a wild animal much to her annoyance. Kenji then rushes out of the student council office at lightning speed never to be seen for the rest of the evening. I can only hope there will be no word of a Naked Kenji incident...
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Developers's Commentary
This chapter... hoo boy, this chapter has its history. The plan was always intended to have Hisao rescue Kenji by venturing into the hell dimension and dealing with a demon disguised as Mr. Motou and a swordfight with Lilly. Once Kenji's role was expanded to a villain protagonist instead of a minor character, I decided to show what happened to him before he got surrounded by the chibi marching band versions of Misha and the Shizunes. I figured the best way to do this was to have Kenji tormented by his fears, which I feel adds more depth to his character.

At one point, it was getting long enough that I ended up splitting it into two chapters called Hell is Other People (Kenji) and Murder Lust (Hisao) before figuring that it would be better to have their two narratives alternate during Hisao's journey to rescue Kenji. I guess Two Became One after all. Anyway, tt turned out to be a smart decision too as the juxtaposition of Kenji watching himself have sex with his archenemy and actually enjoying it while Hisao is forced to do battle with a woman he has feelings for is something that really establishes Hisao and Kenji as foils to each other. Believe it or not, the Bloodstained Lilly sword fight was supposed to be longer, but the chapter was already long enough as it was so I decided to keep it short.
EDIT (26/11/24): Changed the size on Bloodstained Lilly's boss title to make it bigger. Also had to split this chapter in two because it surpassed the character limits for posts.
EDIT (28/11/24): It turns out that I messed up and accidently copy-pasted most of the chapter even though I already submitted it in the previous post (which as you know is split due to text limitations).

Tuesday, Day 28 – Meta Fiction (72 HOURS LEFT)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Hisao POV, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Meta-Fiction, Sexual Content)
After a mostly unremarkable day of boring student council paperwork, I return to my dorm room to get some much needed rest. I see Kenji standing right near me, and realize that my well earned rest will be made to wait.
“Hisao, my man. You got a moment?”
“If it’s about money, I’m not giving you any. You still owe me ¥1000 by the way.” I reply curtly.
“I don’t care about money right now, man.” Kenji replies, opening the door and beckons me in. “Because I’ve got something to show you that’ll blow your mind.

Against my better judgement, I follow Kenji into his room. The stale musk of body odour, trash and semen hits me like a nuclear mushroom cloud. It is clear to me that this man has never bothered to clean his room even once. I open the window only to be met with Kenji screeching at me to close it.
“Kenji, it stinks in here. I swear to god you need to let some fresh air in here.”
“You don’t mess with a man’s musk, Hisao! It keeps the feminists out because they fear the power of a man who is master of his own domain!”
“Sure.” I reply dryly.
Despite Kenji’s protest, he makes no attempt to try and close the window, instead choosing to rifle through his drawers until he finds a brown envelope and brings it out to show me.
“Do you like puppets, Hisao?” Kenji inquires, as if he’s leading into something meaningful.
“No.” I reply.
“Fuck you, I don’t care what you like. Tomorrow, I will be performing a special puppet show and I want you to come and watch.”
“May I bring Shizune and Misha along?” I ask pensively.
“No you may not! Those feminazis ruin everything for us men and I’m sick of it.” Kenji replies tersely. “Besides, I’ve got something really interesting that I have to show you, Hisao. It will change everything you about this prison we’re currently trapped in.”

Kenji takes the brown envelope and opens it before slapping it down dramatically onto his desk, causing the photos inside to come tumbling out. I look at the photos and what I see floors me.
“What the hell is this!” I yell. “Where the hell did you even get these from?” I ask, demanding an explanation.
“I’m so glad you asked.” replies Kenji with far more enthusiasm than is comfortable.
He starts by picking up a set of images of me tied to a chair straddled by Shizune and shows them to me. I don't ever remember having sex with Shizune in this particular area, though it does bring back memories of Kenji’s rant in the student council office a few days earlier.
“You asked me what a Katawa Shoujo is, Hisao. I’m sorry for not answering that earlier, because those feminist bitches raised my hackles, man. Anyway, Katawa Shoujo is a visual novel, one that I highly recommend. Unless you’re playing the Shizune route which sucks!”
“Oh dear god Kenji, please don’t rant about the chair again. Besides, the images you're showing me seem quite tame compared to all the things I’ve actually gotten up to with Shizune in the student council office. I've never had sex with her outside the office though.”
“I see. Perhaps these next images of her might convince you to seek better options.” Kenji replies wryly.
Kenji shows me the next set of Shizune images. Only they’re not actually Shizune. My face drops when I realize the trick he has played one. I can see Kenji with a ghastly looking rictus grin plastered on his face when he realizes who I’ve just seen. The first image depicts a pink haired Misha naked on bedsheets with unseen hands looming over her. When I see the next two, I notice her having sex with someone who looks like… me. She seems out of it in the second image and in the last one she seems to be in pain or enjoying herself, I’m not really sure.
“Tell me, Hisao. Do you like what you see? You cheated on Shizune with her best friend, Hisao! A great choice I must say! I’d dare say it’s the highlight of Shizune’s slog of a route and totally worth skipping all the dialogue for!”

I really want to punch Kenji in the face right now. But I know better than to let my rage get the better of me and decide to see the next images he has in store for me. The next images depict Shizune and I having sex in the student council office beneath the pale moonlight. Its nothing special at this point, and the two of us have have done steamier things with or without Misha joining us.I suppose the Shizune disguise that Kenji was wearing that day makes far more sense to me now, considering that he was cosplaying as this version of Shizune instead of the real deal. I'm sure if his plan had taken place in Katawa Shoujo, it might have actually worked as long he kept his mouth shut. I’m tempted to ask Kenji what this blue haired version of Shizune is like as a person, but I remember that Kenji hates her and would rather spare myself from another round of his ranting.
“That’s it?” I reply, nonplussed. “Come on, Kenji. I’ve done far more with her than what you’ve shown me. Surely this can’t be the best you can do.” I taunt him slyly.
“You’re right Hisao! What I’ve only shown you is only the beginning of my mindbreaking plan! And I know that you crave her Hisao! You want her so desperately that your loins catch fire just thinking about her! Much like the moon Hisao, I also desire to destroy the universe!”
“What the hell does being the moon have to do with destroying the universe or for that matter, Lilly? Surely religion would’ve warned me about someone like you.”
“Speaking of religion, I think you’ll enjoy these delightful, tasteful images of Lilly.” teases Kenji.

Kenji hands the images to me, and I think back to a few days ago when I was involved in a sword fight to the death with a doppelganger of Lilly who wanted to force herself on me. I push the pain aside, and take a look at the first photo. Lilly and I are both naked and gently embracing each other. A far cry from what I expect of her, but appreciated nonetheless. I see several more of Lilly on top of me with various expressions, and can only think of what it must be like for her to have sex while blind. Such an action must feel like a leap of faith. Even if this blonde version of Lilly isn't real, just the sight of us together only deepens my appreciation for her ability to command an audience and still strike Akio with such accuracy even in spite of her blindness.

The next ones involve Lilly and I sharing a bath. Despite the fact that we've never had sex and that Shizune would likely castrate me if she ever found out, just the idea of seeing Lilly so happy in my company warms my heart. After that, two pictures of her straddling me on the bathroom floor, which begs the question: Did this fictional version of Lilly really want me that badly that she would instigate more sex right after having sex in the bathtub? I know that Kenji will never give me the answer and so I cast my curiosity aside in favour of looking at the last two images of her. She seems to be wearing pyjamas and masturbating though the context is unknown to me. Was she all alone when she did this or was this Katawa Shoujo version of me bearing witness to this display of vulnerability? I’m finished with all the Lilly photos and it feels strange to me that Lilly seems so less guarded in these pictures than she does in reality.
“Hisao my man, no need to look so glum. I’m sure that she’ll want you for herself some day, you’ve just got to man up and stop being afraid of Shizune!”
That sounds comforting but I know on some level that being in Lilly’s embrace is but a pipe dream.

My sombre train of thought is interrupted by Kenji’s theatrical disdain for the next set of images he's got in store for me.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m even showing you these ones! You, going down on a woman? Absurdity! I know that a real man like you would never do such things! Then again, why any man would waste his time with some tortured artist type who can’t communicate goes beyond me. Especially when her sporty friend is far better than her in every way!”
I ignore Kenji’s contempt for who I assume to be Rin as he hands me the next set of images. I'm proven correct as I notice that Rin has dark red hair instead of hot pink. Huh. I didn’t Rin could look so good with red hair. The picture I'm holding depicts me holding Rin from behind with my fingers down her pants and touching her breast, and another one that shows me giving Rin cunnilingus. Knowing her issues, I feel quite concerned and decide to make this known.
“Why am I having sex with her, Kenji? Considering her way of communication, I’m not even sure that Rin can consent to sex.”
“Wow, its not like you to be this patronizing, Hisao.” Kenji snarks. “Then again, in Katawa Shoujo, the only time you’ve ever shown that level of concern was for Hanako. Or so I heard at least.”

I decide not to let him get a rise out of me with that remark. Naturally, Kenji has quite the talent at being incredibly frustrating to deal with at the best of times. He then hands me some pictures of Hanako.
The first one completely floors me. I can only wonder what special circumstances must’ve occurred in this visual novel for Hanako to fully bare her scars to anyone. I can imagine that even if that version of Hanako isn't real, her veins must’ve been overflowing with fear and anxiety over her decision to show off her entire body of scars.

The next set depicts me sat behind her smiling while touching her breast and then her vagina. Considering how the Hanako I’m familiar with seems absolutely repulsed by the idea of having sex at all, the idea that she would allow anyone, let alone myself touch her seems incredibly unlikely. Now that I think about it, she must hate Akio immensely for what he did to her. I take a look at the last set of photos. Hanako’s stockings have been pulled up to make way for my penis, which is confirmed in the next one. I’ve also noticed that these are the only images so far where I’m seen wearing a condom. Huh. Did this version of Hisao really care for Hanako that much that he would do such a thing? The implications bubble in my mind as I wonder what motivations would drive this version of me to make an exception for Hanako.

“Ha ha ha! You’re thinking about her, aren’t you Hisao? Your precious little purple princess, who surely doesn’t resemble anyone you know! I betcha that if you could, you’d date that scarred chick just so you could live out your fantasies of being with Iwanako again! Our knight in shining armour, Hisao Nakai gets everyone’s favourite -and completely overrated- wallflower to open up her tragic past to him while learning how to play chess! What a novel idea! Ha ha ha!”
“H-How the hell do you know about Iwanako!?” I gasp.
“You just told me Hisao... or rather Katawa Shoujo showed me that she confessed her feelings for you and you had a heart attack, isn’t that right?” Kenji grins, his glasses gleaming sinisterly.
My veins run cold. I feel as though my past is an open book that Kenji has gotten his grubby mitts on, and I regret all the life decisions that have led up to this moment. Dread chains me to the floor and I realize there's no escape from him anymore.
“W-Where the hell did you get any of that information, Kenji! Answer me!” I yell at him, fear running through my veins like a pack of wolves surrounding a helpless deer.
“You already know where I got these delicious nudes, Hisao. But if you mean how I know about your little rock fish chick… well… Remember that time you went out to meet her in your hoodie -bad choice for the winter by the way- and you keeled over and ended up in hospital for several months before you met me? It was me, Hisao. I WAS IWANAKO!”
“NO! T-That’s absurd! I didn’t even meet you until after I transferred here! I spent a few years with Iwanako at my old school, so you can’t have possibly been her!”
“That’s right! Do you know that I’m also Lilly’s boyfriend?”
I’m not buying that. At all.
“Oh no. My worldview has been completely shattered. Whatever will I do?” I reply with faux shock.
“God good, Hisao, I was only joking! Why do you have to be so literal minded all the time? Anyway, that doesn’t matter now. What does matter is that there are spies lurking in this prison.”

Ah. It seems that we’re returning to familiar territory. Another one of Kenji’s trademark rants about some feminist conspiracy that I don’t actually care for. Instead, Kenji goes into his drawers and shows me an image of Natsume Ooe, Naomi Inoue, Ritsu Tainaka, Misaki Kawana, Ikuno Komaki, Haruhiko Suzumiya and Lezard Valeth all sitting at a table surrounded by various papers and images. I only can wonder what he has to say about this unlikely crew and I almost seem interested in what he has to say.
“You see them, Hisao? They were spies hired by the developers of Katawa Shoujo to scout this prison out. Their goal Hisao was to make Katawa Shoujo as true to life as possible and they’ve succeeded. Sure, they had to take some creative liberties and it does infuriate me still that you’re the main protagonist of their game instead of me, but other than that, I don’t have much complaints.”
"Really?" I ask dryly.
"OK, I do. I tried getting them to update the game by giving me a route so I could get myself promoted from comic relief to a full on character option. All they did was laugh and tell me that the developers already completed Katawa Shoujo and that they will be not be updating it any further."

Oh my god. I didn’t think that Kenji could come up with anything more ridiculous than his feminist conspiracy theories, but this time he manages to completely surpass my expectations. Try as I might, I cannot formulate a serious response, and end up losing all composure. I burst into laughter, much to Kenji’s irritation.
“That’s not funny! This is completely serious, man! They’ve got spies everywhere! Some of them might even be reading this very chapter chronicling everything we’ve just said!
“Really?” I ask factitiously. “Is that so? Hello there. Can any of you read this following message?
助けて！ ケンジは私の意志に反して私をここに閉じ込めました！助けを送ってください！
“NO, HISAO! STOP! Don’t give them any more ideas!” Kenji panics. “I don’t think the fourth wall can take anymore of this!

Realizing that he’s losing control of the situation, Kenji hastily hands me a set of images related to… oh no! This was all just a set up, and now I’m about to see the punchline. I’m now looking at images of Emi. The first set shows her straddling a figure who I assume is supposed to be me. At first, she’s fully clothed only for her to be later stripped down to her underwear. The common thread seems to be that she’s enjoying this, though to be honest Emi isn’t really my type at all. A certain someone clearly didn’t get the memo and still insists that I want to have sex with her.

I look at the next set and notice Kenji grinning from ear to ear. He knows it. I know it. These pictures are lemon scented and depict Emi and I in the sports shed. It seems that this is the origin of those wretched anal sex rumors that Kenji started. For some reason, my stance in these pictures brings to mind a gorilla and maybe I should ask Rin to paint me as a gorilla the next time we meet. I notice that these fictional versions of Emi and I seem to enjoy it at first only for something to go wrong. Best not to dwell on why.
“Hmm, sure smelt like lemons in that shed, eh Hisao?”
“Shut up, Kenji!”
I take a look at the next pictures which show me on top of Emi in an unfamiliar room. She seems to be in absolute bliss. The last ones show Emi in the same room with mostly happy expressions. There seems to be a large stuffed rabbit plush on top of the drawers and an alarm clock with 8:10 on its face. Emi has never invited me to her room, so surely this must take place in a different room altogether or maybe this version of Emi is softer than she appears. Once I’m done, I give the images back to Kenji who inserts them all into his brown envelope and slots the envelope back into his drawers. I’m finally done seeing all these images. Perhaps Kenji will let me go now?

“I see that you’re enjoyed everything I showed you, Hisao. Especially the images of Emi in the sports shed! I just want you to know that I know all about your little rumpy pumpy session in the sports shed!”
“I’ve told you countless times that Emi and I are only friends. We’ve never had sex and we have intention of starting now!”
“Oh I know that now, Hisao. I know that now. I’ve been recording things in the student council office and there was a meeting there involving Lilly. Oh yes, her video footage was very helpful in discovering the truth, and I must say, you gave those ladies quite a good show if you know what I mean. They sure must’ve enjoyed watching you get fisted in the sports shed!”
“Wait, you mean…” I reply, knowing that Kenji has finally put two and two together.
“Oh yes, Hisao. I know that you fucked my ex-girlfriend! Before that, I did have my suspicions that it wasn’t Emi you were having a lemon flavoured fuckfest with that day.”
“I understand that in this uh… Katawa Shoujo, I apparently fucked Emi in the ass and that’s where you got the idea from, but was Miki your girlfriend there as well?” I ask, wanting to see where Kenji goes with this.
“No. Apparently, I’m a loser who can’t get a girlfriend despite having an ex-girlfriend once. For some reason, everyone seems to think it’s Yuuko who is my ex-girlfriend even though I’m sure she’s like several years older than me or something. I dunno.”
“And did you ever lose your virginity to her in this visual novel of yours?” I inquire, curiosity taking over.

Silence. Sadly it doesn’t last as Kenji immediately speaks up again.
“Goddamnit it, Hisao!" Kenji snaps at me. "Can a man not have female friends or that that too much to ask in this fucking prison! Do the feminists expect me to fuck every woman in this place, regardless of my actual attraction to them? Bah, don’t even answer that last one, it’s rhetorical!”
After Kenji's outburst, he returns into his drawers and reveals a set of artbooks with several images of the ladies seen in the images. They are just as life-like as the photos he showed me earlier but I’ve already seen enough to know that I have further desire to look any further.
“If those images didn’t do it for you, then perhaps these ones will. Though I’m confident that seeing all your favourite ladies naked must’ve been quite the turn on, Hisao.”
“Surprisingly, no. Just seeing them at their most vulnerable… it feels so wrong, even if these pictures aren’t real.”
“Ah come on, Hisao. Surely you can’t mean that. If those pictures don’t do it for you then I want you (and only you) to know that I managed to secure some art books. Fragments of Summer, The Soft Hour and my favourite, Dangerous.”
“No thanks. I’ve seen enough.” I reply curtly.

I turn away from Kenji and his artbooks to leave and escape back to my room, only for Kenji to block the way.
Now that you seem taken in by my rizz.” Kenji croons before stripping off his clothes. “It’s time for us to get busy and jizz.”
“I’m not gay, Kenji!” I yell at him.
“Oh you will be Hisao, you will be…” Kenji replies ominously. “This entire plan was designed to mindbreak you with my metafictional machinations. I’m confident that your mind has snapped from all these revelations that you’d more than willing to let me fuck you in the ass. Fortunately, I’ve got a nice mood setting trick that always gets me laid.”
Kenji starts swinging his floppy penis in a circle and sings a song about spinning right round or something equally ridiculous. He will not be getting laid with those moves tonight… or any night for that matter. Like a sane and rational person, I decide to kick him in the balls as hard as possible before watching him topple to the floor like a poorly constructed Jenga Tower.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My 3D Ballz!” Kenji screams in pain before I squat down near him.
“Thank you for that question about God, by the way." I reply. "It really did save Shizune’s life, even if Lilly considered it a sinful question.”
I stand back up, turn around and dive out of Kenji’s window before running for it; I can hear the sound of Kenji screaming my name gradually fade away as I keep running. Hopefully his puppet show won’t be half as weird as today has been...
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Developer's Commentary
Much like Sharp Practices, this chapter wasn't originally part of my plans for this fanfic. I figured that it would be a great way to expand on some of the meta themes in this fanfic, and it makes the transition between Kenji's trip to the hell dimension and the next chapter far less jarring. Additionally, this chapter and the last few aren't as long as Divine Intervention and especially Rise and Fall, which is the longest chapter in this fic and I wasn't even trying to make it that long. That aside, in terms of character writing, I feel that I seem to have gotten Hisao and Kenji's dynamic down and hope that I can continue this momentum for the last few chapters.

Additionally, you might notice a small change in presentation that will be carrying over to the last few chapters. The ominous red font was inspired by Kirby Super Star Ultra's Final Four, which in terms of aesthetics and overall execution is one that I consider quite influential in terms of setting the tone. On an unrelated note, Kenji's dick dance at the end of the chapter is the second most vulgar reference I've made in this fan-fic. If you know, you know. If you don't, it may seem quaint compared to some of the horrors hosted by the modern internet.

If anyone asks, Ballz 3D is a real video game and not something I made up just for this fanfiction.

Friday, Day 29 - Work Blue (48 HOURS LEFT)
(Author's Note: Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Hisao POV, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
It won't be long until that Infinite Nut Pass is finally mine! With my confidence boosted, I stroll jubilantly to the cafeteria for some breakfast. The food itself isn't anything special, and with the two other members of the student council absent, I'm here on my lonesome. Molly Kapur approaches me with cold, mechanical precision before giggling as she hands me a leaflet. Before I can even ask her where she got it from, she's vanished as if she was never there, and I’m left alone with it.

I read it. Oh dear god. The front is just a picture of a puppet version of me with a goatee riding on a nuclear bomb with the tagline: An atomic performance! I wince at the awful pun and against my better judgement decide to read the rest of the leaflet. On the inside, it reads:
“Kenji Setou is presenting a special faptaculur puppet performance! Why spend months miserable on a torturous NoFap regime crafted by the student council, when you can beat off all your worries away! You’ll be sure to bust a nut from an hour well spent watching a masterclass of puppetry and intrigue, and by the end, you’ll be glad you came.”
The rest is just weird trivia about the benefits of masturbation, which Kenji clearly copy-pasted from various articles. I look at back part of the leaflet, which reads:
“Performance takes place at 1:00pm. Duration: 1 hour. Cost: Completely free. You'd be a fool to miss this once-in-a-lifetime experience!”
With nothing better to do today, I figure it’d be worth a laugh at least. Despite Kenji's objections, I will be asking Misha and Shizune to watch this show with me. I'm sure they'd appreciate a chance to escape the mountains of paperwork they're expected to deal with these days. A few hours later, I managed to successfully convince Shizune and Misha to watch the show with me, figuring that it’d be a nice change of pace from the sheer, unrelenting chaos of the last few days.

It is now afternoon, and we've got a show to watch. Shizune, Misha and I notice a lot of posters surrounding the entrance of the assembly hall,
-once the centre stage of Lilly’s masterclass of punishment and pain- now the domain where Kenji's own performance will be taking place. The three of us walk on in, ready to venture into the belly of the beast. Once we make it on, I notice that the only people in the audience are Drama class students, Emi & Rin and also Akio. Their collective presence serves to temper my expectations of how good this show will be. The assembly hall goes dark as the audience is seated and the show begins.
A drum roll begins, and a title card with the text “The Perversions of Hisao Nakai” is shown to the audience. That motherfucker. The title card is withdrawn by a white gloved hand, and the black background is replaced with blue sky and grey marble. A miniature metal bin is brought on the right side of the stage with a hand puppet of a red haired girl wearing a school uniform inside the bin.
“Hisaoooooooo, I am Rin. Please take my carnal wisdom, which has nothing to do with teeth and everything to do with knowledge.”
A second hand puppet on the left appears and is exactly as advertised on the leaflet Molly Kapur gave me earlier. I don't know what will happen but knowing Kenji, I can guess that it won't end so well.
“Rin. I don’t understand a word that you said. Why do you have be so mysterious and deep?”
“Hisao, the problem isn’t with me, but with you. Look deep inside yourself and you’ll realize that the problem is in your pants.”
I look down for a moment. My nether regions work perfectly fine, so I don’t know what Kenji’s puppets are trying to insinuate here. Puppet me, which I nickname Evil Hisao starts singing about how his devotion to her and showering her in coconut cream pies. After the song ends, both puppets get into the bin which shakes loudly. The set changes to a secret base.
"Hisao, I am actually the legendary anarchist terrorist Osama Rin Laden! Today, we are finally going to carry out my plan to destroy the government. Evil Hisao follows Osama Rin Laden to a large nuclear missile. The two of them get onto the nuclear missile which Rin launches into the sky. The set changes to a sky background as Evil Hisao and Osama Rin Laden have sex on top on the nuclear missile while Lacrimosa Dominae is playing. As the bomb descends, we get to see a model rendition of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building that the nuclear missile is heading towards. As the bomb gets closer, the two of them reach climax.
"“RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! Your pussy is sooooooooo deep! Teach me all the secrets of the universe!”
“I’m so glad you finally understand me, Hisao! Please love me forever!
”Millions will die, but the orgasm will be worth it!" yells Evil Hisao.
Right as the nuclear missile hits the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, Evil Hisao orgasms and escapes with his jetpack, laughing manically while Osama Rin Laden is left to die in the nuclear blast. It wasn't very long, but to me at least, it feels like an eternity in Hell.

Evil Hisao makes it back to the school roof just in time for a new puppet to take Rin’s place, and it doesn’t take me long to recognize that it’s supposed to be a stick puppet rendition of Emi, with her blond hair, short figure and her black popsicle legs. I am taken by surprise when she starts singing a short ditty.
“♪Am I poplar yet? Am I poplar yet?
Please acknowledge me, am I poplar yet?
I’m smoking lots of weed and blowing up my legs
I’m trying everything to become poplar and need to have some sex
Am I poplar yet?♪”
Evil Hisao clearly did not appreciate this and grabs puppet Emi, leans in close for dramatic effect.
“I don’t care about your Swedish waffles, Emi. Now where do you keep the lemons?”
“In the shed of course!”, replies puppet Emi, who sounds far too happy for her own good.
“Wonderful! I need to put the lemons in your ass so I can make LEMONADE!”, Evil Hisao yells dramatically before running off to the shed, with puppet Emi chasing after him.
The scene changes to the two puppets in the shed, with Evil Hisao pounding puppet Emi and smacking her asscheeks like a drum while also chanting the word “anal” over and over again. Once Evil Hisao is ready to climax, he leans in close to puppet Emi.
"I just want you to know that the government is dead and I left Rin to die. You will never see her again."
Puppet Emi sobs uncontrollably while Evil Hisao orgasms inside her. He then pulls out and pushes Emi off the rooftop, revelling in her screams as she falls to her death. I can hear laughter from Akio and booing from Emi and several other members in the audience.

Once the bawdy act is finally over, the stick puppet Emi disappears. The real Emi has stormed out of the assembly hall with Rin plodding behind her. The scene takes on a silvery tint as Evil Hisao and a puppet version of Hanako are cast in shadow. The two of them are sat on what appears to be Hanako’s bed. Music begins to play. Wait a minute, I recognize that song anywhere, something about two girls and whatever, and I can feel the immense psychic damage take hold as I hear the first few notes.
“G-Give me the chocolate Hisao”, puppet Hanako pleads.
Subversive to my expectations, my puppet double feeds Hanako a large chocolate cake. I am shaking right now, and even Misha can notice it.
“H-Hicchan, are you okay?” she asks.
I refuse to tell her about the time where Kenji replaced my science presentation with a shock video, much to the horror of myself and the rest of the class. Suffice to say, Kenji did enjoy my reaction when I told him I figured out that he was behind this. I tell Misha that I’m fine, and the music continues in tandem with the scene of Evil Hisao stroking his little cock and rubbing one out over the puppet Hanako’s face.
“Oooooh, H-Hisao. P-Please rub your c-cum in my scars.”
“Aw damn, Hanako, my mayonnaise is going to taste great with your bacon scars.”
The little bastard squirts his man mayo over puppet Hanako and rubs it into her scars. I can hear Akio laughing in his seat, and am thankful that Hanako herself is absent from this showing.
After the sex, puppet Hanako keels over and dies.
“Ha ha ha! My plot to poison Hanako has succeeded. Now I will hide her dead body under Lilly’s bed and revel in the fact that Lilly will never know what really happened!”
My puppet doppleganger finishes his evil gloating and I am shaken by what has now transpired. The music is so beautiful and yet forever tainted with this dreck. I let out a groan as I await to see what else Kenji has in store for us all.

The scene changes to what I assume is Lilly’s bedroom. Lilly is depicted as a detailed marionette on strings in contrast to the simple hand puppet that is Evil Hisao. The two of them are drinking alcohol, something that I've been trying to abstain from ever since Kenji's ill-fated manly picnic. Neither of them realize that puppet Hanako is dead and her body lies beneath Lilly’s bed. The two of them behave like drunken idiots and before I know it, I’m watching puppet Lilly push Evil Hisao into the wall before making out with him. I briefly think of the same thing happening for real, and I start to feel a little excited.
“Wahaha, you seem to be enjoying this a little too much! Don’t worry, I won’t tell Shicchan!” said Misha.
I feel embarrassment coming on, my cheeks now a flush of red. Shizune is sat right there on my left, and I’m not sure what she thinks is happening, but it’s probably far less disturbing that what the rest of us are hearing.. I snap out of my lustful reverie and notice that the puppet versions of Lilly and I are on her bed. Puppet Lilly is pounding Evil Hisao with her… wait she has a PENIS!? I mean, I’m no stranger to getting pegged by Shizune and Misha at this point, but I wouldn't enjoy an actual penis inside me. Something that Kenji still doesn't get, no matter how many times I tell him I'm not gay.. And yet, seeing Lilly so dominant is kinda… hot. As the two puppets reach their climax, I notice puppet me singing his praises about how Lilly is the best or something like that. After that, Evil Hisao leaves the room and we can all hear Lilly screaming, implying that she did find Hanako's body at last. As the scene changes, I’m starting to think that this puppet show of Kenji’s has a certain agenda behind it...

Sad music plays. The scene is now in what appears to be… my bedroom. Oh my god, he must've gotten the idea from that visual novel he told me about. Evil Hisao returns and he’s as talkative as ever.
“HAHAHA! I’m going to cheat on Shizune… with her BEST FRIEND!” he bellows dramatically, as if announcing his cartoonishly over the top evil plan.
The other character isn't even a puppet but a white balloon wearing a human tea cosy that resembles Misha with pink hair. Considering the way that Kenji has been talking about Misha lately, I have a vague idea what this next scene is all about.
“Oh, Hisao. Please comfort me just for tonight!”
“ME SO HORNY!” Evil Hisao yells in what can only be described as the worst Jar Jar Binks impression I’ve ever heard.
Misha does not look please as the two puppets smack into each other. The hardcore puppet sex is hard enough that the balloon Misha bursts and the real Misha is sat there if she just watched herself die on stage. Kenji hastily ad-libs a scene of puppet me screaming in despair.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! How could I could kill Misha with my massive DONG!? What will I tell Shizune?”
I have no choice but to laugh as this unexpected misfortune of Kenji’s, much to Misha's displeasure. Evil Hisao takes an exit stage left along with the corpse of balloon Misha. The scene changes with great haste to what appears to
the student council office.

I can only hope that this is the final scene of this shoddy, second rate performance. I notice quickly that Puppet Shizune is a blue haired finger puppet wearing a white uniform and olive green skirt. It seems that Kenji decided that she wasn't worth that much effort. Typical Kenji. Evil Hisao strides in from the left, ready to talk for the benefit of the audience.
“Shizune, I have to something to tell you, something that will change your world forever!”
Puppet Shizune sits there on Kenji's finger, motionless.
“I have been cheating on you… with your BEST FRIEND! And not only that, but I’ve have destroyed the government, murdered Emi and Hanako and cheated on you with most of the other girls. Especially Lilly, who is the sexiest girl of all time!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! H-Hisao, how could you do this me? I though you were supposed to be my boyfrieeeeeend!” wails puppet Shizune.
This is clearly inaccurate. I have never heard Shizune speak verbally, and I’m sure if she did, she’d would never sound this whiny and desperate for my attention.
“If only you had let me fap without consequence to Lilly’s bounteous booty, none of this would’ve needed to happen! But now, I must take you for myself!”
Coming from the right is Kenji’s puppet self who isn't even a puppet but a repainted action figure whose feet are attached to a large pole. I expect puppet Kenji to go on one of Kenji's trademark rants about how feminists are evil or some other nonsense He does not. What he actually says is completely different to my expectations.
“HARK, you foolish pervert! I, Kenji Setou fight for the honor of the illustrious Lilly Satou! Back away from the student council president or suffer my wrath!”
“You cannot stop me, Kenji! I'm Hisao Nakai, and I touch what I want. And I’m going to start with that blue haired bitch.”
“NO HISAO, DON’T TOUCH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screams puppet Shizune in what is clearly Kenji giving the performance of his life.
“Nothing can stop me, you slut! I killed your best friend with my massive COCK! And now I shall fuck you and Kenji!”
It’s bad enough that Kenji still thinks I’m gay for him, but the fact that he’s now portraying me as a mass murdering rapist is even worse. Shizune, Misha and I look at each other. Though Shizune can’t hear Kenji’s work blue nonsense, we all agree that we’re absolutely going to beat Kenji up and send him back to the hell dimension after this is over.

Kenji gets all three puppets into position. Evil Hisao now has what appears to be a small skin-coloured water gun for a penis and is pointed right at Kenji while the Shizune finger is curled around the stick holding the Kenji action figure.
“Aw yeah! Fuck the Infinite Nut Pass! Busting a nut is the best feeling in the world!” said Evil Hisao, as he moves his hand back and forth to simulate his flag polishing act.
“Lilly is the hottest girl in all of Yamaku! She is so sexy, that I cannot let anyone else have her!”
“Stand back, my lady! I shall protect you from Hisao and his MONSTROUS sexual gluttony! That fool can never hope to win your heart with such beast-like desire! Even if you are a feminist-
And there it is.
-I will still defend you. With. My. Life”
“You think you can stop me, Kenji?" taunts Evil Hisao. "If I cannot have my way with Shizune, then I will settle for turning you gay with my GIRTHY penis!”
Does Kenji actually think I'm playing hard to get and that I secretly want to have sex with him? Does he not realize that I’m not interested in him. Regardless of the reason, I am thankful that Lilly is not here to see this.

“I do admit, I enjoyed it when Lilly was whipping Ak- uh, that guy. I forget his name, but that’s not important! The way she dominated him was so sexy that I cream myself every time I think about it! I shall never let you win No Nut November, Kenji! Never!!!”
I notice Akio turning around and briefly looking at me with a grin on his face. Damn. He knows that I’m also watching this dreckfest. This is really awkward. Surely, this cannot get any worse...
“Your sexual repression has doomed you, Hisao! In your sexual depravity, you have failed to realize that women are people!
Wait what? Kenji isn’t a raging misogynist who hates women? Huh, colour me surprised.
“Women exist only for my pleasure! Their bodies give me the will to nut! I shall not rest until Lilly dominates my penis and makes me nut for all eternity! And once I grow bored of her, I shall unleash a tidal wave of my cum upon the women of the world! Nothing can stop me now!
I am very thankful that Lilly is not here to see this.

“Oh yes, I’m going to CUM! AW YEAH, LILLY! LILLY! LILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Evil Hisao roars with guttural force. His man milk sprays puppet Kenji’s entire body until his skin coloured water gun empties completely.
“Ha ha ha! Hisao, you fucking gaylord!” I can hear Akio saying from his front row seat. One of these days, I'm going to kick Akio's ass and there will be nothing that Kenji can do about it.
“Bag, that was swell” said Evil Hisao. “Cumming all over Kenji has never felt so good! Now I am going to go back to my room and jerk off to Lilly all night!”
I am extremely thankful that Lilly is not here to see this. Evil Hisao leaves the scene, laughing manically at the dark deeds he has committed. The Shizune and Kenji puppets are also dragged off stage by an unseen hand. The curtains close. This shoddy production is finally, finally over. The few other audience members file out of the assembly hall and Akio notices me and laughs before joining them; leaving only myself, Shizune, Misha and Kenji, the puppeteer behind this mess.

Kenji emerges from his stall, and notices that the three of us are right here. We approach him, and contrary to my expectations, he isn't mad that I brought Misha and Shizune here with me despite telling me not to. He's not even scared or confused and instead, there is a glint in his eye. An opportunity. He’s been waiting all day for this, hasn’t he?
“I see the student council have deigned to show their presence here! Today, all of days, I might add”, Kenji speaks dramatically, spreading his arms out as if to welcome us here. Kenji looks me dead in the eye.
“That’s right! I know all of your dirty secrets, Hisao! I know exactly what you’ve all been doing in the student council office !”
“Wait, were you the reason why I got that leaflet this morning?, I ask, wondering if he somehow convinced Molly Kapur to hand it over a leaflet for his show.
Shizune starts to sign, with Misha translating for her.
“And what do you think we’re doing in the student council?”
“Oh. I’m so glad you asked, redhead!” replies Kenji. His smile turns into a ghastly rictus grin and his eyes gleam far brighter than they should.
“I’ve been compiling evidence of strange goings-on in the Student Council, and have noticed something… demonic at work.” Kenji splays the fingers of his right hand out and rotates it, as if to punctuate his point.
“Several of us keep dying, and returning to life as if nothing happened. I had initially assumed that it was time travel but after my little shooting rampage wasn't undone and Hisao rescued me from getting beaten up, I realized that couldn’t be the case. Students go missing all the time, so its not a big deal, but it does seem a liiiiiiiiiitle weird that the Student Council seems to involved in all these missing cases. You Hisao, in particular seem to have been acting strange ever since you’ve joined the student council. I even found this damning note you wrote a few weeks ago, before No Nut November started.”

Kenji reads the note aloud to everyone still here: “One of these days, I’m going to fuck Kenji in the ass for this.”
“I’m not gay, Kenji. Why do you keep assuming that I'm secretly gay?” I reply.
“It’s okay, Hisao, you can come out of the closet now! There’s no need to ashamed of your natural urge to fuck everyone you see.”, Kenji retorts, trying to maintain control of the narrative he wants us all to believe.
“Give me that!” I yell, yanking the note out of Kenji’s hand. “This looks nothing like my handwriting!” I pass the note to Shizune and Misha, and they too can confirm that I didn’t write this.
“Oh, so I may’ve forged your handwriting! That’s no big deal, but you know what is a big deal, Hisao? You know what is a big deal? A few years ago, and my memory is very hazy on this, there appears to be strange happenings here. The sky turns red and… something happened. I don’t know what, but it was strange, and very scary!”
“W-we didn’t summon any demons, alright!” I blurt out.
“Wait, what? No, you were all having sex in the student council room, there's a bunch of weird shit in your cupboards, and all those strange light shows. It’s very unprofessional, and quite unhygienic too!”

Misha and Shizune look to each other, trying to process what the hell Kenji is even saying. In the end, they both shrug their shoulders and turn to me.
“Seriously Kenji, this is quite pathetic. Ever since you lost No Nut November this year, you shot a bunch of students with paintballs, tried to seduce me with a poor impersonation of Shizune and after I rescue you from the hell dimension we sent you to, you tried to give me an existential crisis and then you do this. Honestly, your plans used to be much more impressive than this. I still remember that time you converted a student into a cyborg and had him rampage all over the school.”
“Fuck you Hisao, his name is Taro Arai, you fucking asshole! I haven’t had time to come up with better plans this year because you and those devil worshipping hussies threw into Hell and left me very traumatized!

Before I can defend the honour of Shizune and Misha, the latter speaks up instead.
“Ken-Ken, are still upset because the Hell demons made you eat your underwear?” Misha interjects.
“Why do you keep calling me that?! And how the hell do you know that demons made me eat my underwear! I’m not some penguin living with a woman and her two adopted children, one of whom is from Germany! And I’ll have you know that being forced to eat my own underwear is highly undignified and the worst part about being in Hell, you fat red haired bitch!
“You’re really mean, Ken-Ken! We were going to beat you up and send you back to the hell dimension, but honestly, I don’t really see the point. Let’s go, Hisao!”, Misha’s voice perks up again. “Besides, we’ve got more fun things to do after No Nut November like playing Strip Risk!”
Shizune simply glares at Kenji, knowing that he can’t actually understand her. She then glares at him and licks her lips, causing Kenji to look away in fear. We then leave Kenji behind in the assembly hall while he seethes in rage. As we leave, I can hear him scream one last thing before we close the door on him.
“If you want a dick in your ass that badly, you can have mine, Hisao! You’ll soon see that the Greeks had the right idea!...
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Developer's Commentary
So this chapter was supposed to be an intentionally bad play in-universe. Hence why all the characters in the play reference old fandom memes that most Katawa Shoujo fans likely consider stale at this point. Originally, it wasn't going to be as big of a deal as it was in the final version of the fanfic and would've been a plan that Kenji cobbles together in an attempt to make Hisao nut before the finale. That aside, this chapter also contains the most vulgar reference in the entire fan-fic, one of which still maintains its staying power even in a modern internet filled with disgusting, extreme content. Then again, I suppose that Work Blue could also sum up this fanfic really.

Saturday, Day 30 - Male Gaze (24 HOURS LEFT)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
Today has yet another routine day. I get breakfast, go to classes, have lunch and go spend the afternoon helping the student council. Once I'm finished with the usual rigmarole of doing paperwork, its now late at late at night, which means that most of the students are likely settling down now. However for the few of us who think that knowing the No Nut November results is important, we’ve been called into the student council office to announce the winner of No Nut November. At this point, its nothing more than a formality and a dull one at that. Shizune announces that I am the winner and hands me a golden ticket. I can actually feel it in my hands.

I revel in the sweet feeling of victory as I feel the Infinite Nut Pass's embossed textures and its text which reads:
“Infinite Nut Pass. The winner of No Nut November is entitled to nut infinitely as long as they possess this item.” I look closer and notice the words “Expires on November 1st” written in small text at the very bottom. The feeling of glorious hard earned victory washes over me and I have never felt more proud of myself. I went through hell and back for this and I have no regrets. Not even Kenji could take that from me with his zany schemes. I have won No Nut November. Several of the other students applaud me, and while I do get a few jealous looks from people like Akio or Lezard, it doesn’t diminish the fact that I won No Nut November. By the time this announcement ends, it is already midnight. Shizune, Misha and I all look at each other and smiles cross our faces as we decide that a threesome is in order.

Meanwhile in Kenji’s dorm room...
I awaken to the sound of knocking on my door. Oh goddamn it, I growl to myself. It's the The Grim Reaper again, and he's finally come to take my soul at last. That fucking bastard has another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to go quietly. I knock on the door, ready to face him. Much to my disappointment, it’s just Akio who demands to let me in at this ungodly hour.
“Kenji, I can’t believe that you missed the ceremony for the end of No Nut November. That douchebag Hisao Nakai has won the Infinite Nut Pass!”
“Bullshit! It’s still night time, therefore No Nut November is still on until the next day!” I grunt irritably.
“Heh, whatever man. The hell are you even doing anyway?”
“I was going to sleep, but that doesn’t seem to be an option now. Anyway now that I'm up, I just remembered that I installed a bunch of hidden cameras in the student council room office on the day I was selling nudes to a bunch of rubes. Ha! You should’ve seen the look on Lezard’s face!"
Akio laughs.
“Oh yeah. Lezard's a fucking douche, isn't he? Pompous twat thinks he's all that because he and I share the same ex-girlfriend." Akio's expression then turns grim.
"Come to think of it, I noticed you went missing a few days ago then you showed up in the cafeteria buck naked and I was wondering what the hell was up with that.” Akio replies, contemplating where I had been during that time.
“Did I tell you that the student council sent me to Hell a few days back and Hisao rescued me? Weird shit, man. Anyway, now that you’re here, we might as well see what happened during their little ceremony since they should be caught on camera and all that.”

After a few minutes, I get everything set up so Akio and I can see what happened while I was asleep. So far, nothing interesting. Just a boring ceremony where Misha drones on and on about Hisao being made the winner of this competition that I can never seem to win. It’s not really the end because its still night time, and the student council clearly wanted to end it early so they could have another orgy! After we finish watching that boring footage, everyone else but Hisao and those demonic hussies have left the room. The black haired bitch is seen ordering the other two members to bring out this winged goat-man statue with its arms in a funky looking position and light a bunch of candles. Oh no. You don’t think?

I can feel the darkness arising in the air. It seems that the student council are ready to begin their plan to start the apocalypse. Akio and I are watching them praying to the devil, and giving praise to his glory and hoping that he shall bring darkness to the world.
“W-Wait, what the hell!” yells Akio. “They’re Satanists!? As in, these people actually worship Satan?! They’re not pulling some elaborate joke on us!?”
“Unfortunately not.” I mutter dourly. “It seems that the end of the world has come at last. All of No Nut November was an elaborate plot by your ex-girlfriend so that she could find someone strong enough and use their cum to create a biblical flood to wipe out most of the male population!”
Akio is clearly not following my immaculate logic, but that doesn’t matter now. I cast my gaze upon the student council and watch them withdraw that weird statue and blow out the candles before putting everything away After this, they all decide to take off their clothes and get naked.

This might be another ritual in which Hisao shall be used as a human sacrifice. Shizune orders the fat one to make a pentagram made of blood and red powder. Once it starts glowing, Hisao then kneels on it while Misha chants Hail Satan repeatedly. She and Shizune start rubbing Hisao’s body in order to grease him up before he starts licking Misha’s vagina. Eugh. No real man would ever do such a thing! After a few minutes of doing the same thing to Misha, Hisao’s emasculation ends at last. He stands up and is sporting an erection which doubles in length, but doesn't grow any thicker at. I notice Shizune and Misha smiling once Hisao's flagpole reaches it's full size which is the size of an aerosol can. Oh no. I think back to that demonic vision of Hisao fucking Molly Kapur with his oversized cock while I was forced to watch.

I let the vision go as I notice Shizune getting down on her knees and licking and sucking Hisao's king sized dong. YES! Now that is how a real man should be recieivng! None of that pussy sucking shit! Misha then interrupts this glorious act of manliness, much to my fury. She goes to cast another spell which causes a silvery blue flash that cuts off all the sound and causes the camera footage to be reduced to static. Try as I might, I cannot refresh the tabs and realize that the cameras are no longer working.
“BITCHES AND WHORES” I scream. “I risked my ass installing these fucking cameras and now they’re gone just like that!”
“Dude, calm down, surely those cameras didn’t cost that much, right?”
Despair washes over me as I think over all the actions I did to raise enough Euros just to buy those godforsaken cameras that come pre-packaged with their accursed no refund policies.
“Uh.. uh.. E-E-European… i-imports.” The rage returns to me so quickly that Akio looks as though he’s suffering emotional whiplash.
“FUCKING EUROPEAN IMPORTS! Do you understand how much it costs to import security cameras from Europe… GODDAMMIT! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I blew thousands… thousands of fucking Euros on cameras that didn’t even last a month. We’ve got no choice, man. We’re gonna have to come with another way to get our proof, to show everyone that those satanic strumpets are to no good!”
“Wait a minute man, do you still have that video camera?”
A smile emerges on my face at this reminder. Good thinking, Akio! I rifle through all the things I keep under the bed, and eventually manage to find my video camera. If we can’t get our evidence with the comfort and convenience of modern technology, then we have no choice but to do it the old fashioned way! Akio leaves my room and I follow him, making sure to lock my room so no feminist spy or rogue game developers try to pillage my life’s work!

Akio and I rush to the student council office with breakneck speed, making sure that we don’t miss this one opportunity! I make it to the door, panting heavily as I place my video camera near the window built into the door.
I am disgusted by what I see. Hisao is getting spitroasted by Misha and Shizune, those minxes! That should be us spitroasting Hisao, not them! I watch as the feminist swine sully Hisao's masculinitywhat is considered a violation of the natural order.
Akio pushes his head near the camera to see into the window.
“Oh my god, they’re torturing him in there! I knew Hisao was freaky but I didn’t think he’d be into pegging!”
“Goddammit, Akio! Women are not supposed to have penises! It is an affront to our power as men! To take a woman’s cock up our asses is unmanly, a sign of submission which should be reserved for women and submissive, breedable men!”
“If you want, I could arrange for Shizune to peg you on your birthday alongside a harem of shemales.”
“NO DICKGIRLS IN KENJI’S ARMY” I blurt out impulsively.
As those two feminists continue to pound Hisao, it occurs to me that I cannot hear any sound in the student council room. Its like watching a silent porno, but even better because we're actually watching real people have sex. After they've finished with him, Hisao leaves a puddle of cum all over the floor while the two ladies pull out and take off their strap-ons before leaving them on the table. We can only wonder what they're planning to do next.

Damn, I never knew that getting a double pegging could feel so good after abstaining for an entire month. However, this was nothing but a mere warm up session. I remember that Shizune and Misha promised that they’d sweeten the deal if I won No Nut November, and I feel that since they already know about what I did with Akira last year, I have nothing to lose by telling them what I want from them this year.
[“M-May I wear the kinky boots this year?”] I sign awkwardly to Shizune. She looks at me with this steely expression that makes me feel vulnerable.
["Of course, Hisao. I'm glad you're doing it with me instead of Lilly's cousin. Just don't wear my clothes as well, I don't want your sweat all over them."] Shizune signs back.
I go into the one of the drawers and find a pair of spiky black thigh-boots and put them on. Oh my god, I can feel the power flowing through me as I realize that I am actually wearing Shizune's kinky boots. It takes a bit for me to get used to wearing them, but once I’m ready, I tell Shizune that I want to fuck her in the ass. Under any other circumstances, she’d threaten to tie up and fuck me senseless for having the audicity to think I could just slide my dick inside her asshole. Today is an special exception. Shizune goes into the drawers and fetches the lube for both my cock and her asshole. As Kenji's ex-girlfriend would say, there's no such thing as too much lube. Shizune spreads her ass and readies herself for my large penis while Misha sits in front so she can sign to me quickly so Shizune doesn't need to stop as often just to sign.

I slowly insert my penis inside Shizune who grunts from the pain because she's not used to having a large penis inside her ass. Despite this, she doesn't tell Misha to tell me to pull out and do something else. To ease her in, I start with slow thrusts, and marvel in how tight Shizune’s ass feels around my dick. I’ve been told that women don’t receive sexual pleasure from anal sex the same way I would because they don’t have prostates. Despite this, I can still make her orgasm if I angle my penis so it hits Shizune’s clitoris so we can at least obtain mutual pleasure out of this. As I continue, my thrusts begin to gradually pick up speed and I want to savour this moment of feeling my dick inside my boss's ass. I don't want to cum too early or I'll ruin the moment.

I grip Shizune's firm buttocks as I continue under Misha's jealous gaze. Is is possible that she wants to be the one inside Shizune, and thinks that I don't deserve it? Who cares, this feels great! My penis has never felt so good! I can feel myself thrusting quickly now and I frantically sign to Misha that I’m going to cum. She relays the message to Shizune who briefly gets her hands off the floor to sign back to Misha who orders me to pull out. Though annoyed at being denied a chance to fill Shizune's ass with my seed, I’m at least allowed to rub my cock between her asscheeks. I moan loudly as my ejaculate erupts from my penis like a cannonball, causing Shizune’s entire back and also the back of her head to be covered in my cum. Shizune is annoyed at feeling the cum in her hair while Misha is relieved that she's not covered in it herself.

To my surprise, my stamina seems really high and I decide that I really want to go again. Shizune seems exhausted, so I decide to ask Misha something I've been wanting from her for years now.
"Shizune seems exhausted. While she's resting, may I stick my dick between your tits?"
“Y-You want to stick your dick between my tits, Hicchan?” stammers Misha uncomfortably.
“If you''re not comfortable with that, we can always arrange something else while Shizune is resting” I reply blithely.
“As long as I don’t have to get fully naked for this and you don’t take too long, then sure, it’s No Nut November after all.”
“Thanks, Misha. I’ll be sure to pay you back once I’m done.” I reply cheerfully.
Misha unbuttons her shirt and takes it off, before unhooking her bra to give me access to her breasts. She kneels down and I then insert my penis between her breasts as we ready outselves. I promise her that I'll make this quick.

I'm watching Hisao give the fat one a good tittyfucking! I watch as Hisao quickly thrusts his cock back and forth, ignoring the red haired puppet altogether. Just the though of having that cock in my mouth right now makes me feel so horny as my eyes are glued to him thrusting his thick cock between those fat tits. After a few minutes, Hisao cums all over the fat one’s tits and she looks disgusted. Fucking bitch, if it were me I'd be drinking all of Hisao's juicy cum and letting it slide down my throat. After this, the fat one cleans herself up and makes gang signs to the black haired bitch. There's no sound, so I'm not sure what is really happening. Misha then takes off the rest of her clothes and now she's fully naked, much to my disgust.
“Hey Kenji, is that Molly Kapur over there? I wonder what she’s up to.”
I turn around and realize that I’ve been had. Akio tricked me so he could ogle Misha’s fat ass!
“Wow, I didn’t know that Misha was such a plumper under that outfit.” Akio mutters lustfully as he's holding the video camera.
I snatch the video camera back and glare at Akio who merely shrugs.
“Liking dickgirls is one thing Akio, but fat women are never acceptable! We real men have got to have standards, you know!”
“Oh I’m sorry. Fat woman bad.” Akio replies sarcastically before returning to his lustful gazing.
The two of us continue to watch as Shizune orders Misha to cast another spell which bathes the room in magenta light. Hisao seems to be screaming in soundless pain as all the semen from the floor and other places in the room floods back into his penis. After that, he looks at Misha and Shizune with a smirk on his face as his stiffy begins to rise once more.

The three of us have agreed that Shizune is going to get double teamed. I cannot wait to fuck Shizune's ass again, but Misha decides to delay my gratification with a small reminder.
“Hicchan, you promised to pay me back, remember?” Misha teases.
“Oh course!” I reply. “What do you have in mind?”
“Lie on the floor, Hicchan, I expect a good licking out of you!”
I comply and wait as Misha’s ass hovers over my head like a giant moon. She then sits right on my face and it takes a bit for me to adjust. After a few minutes of this of eating her out, Misha is pleased and stands up with me following suit a few seconds after.
“Now that we're done Hicchan, let me show you the perks of being Shicchan’s ex-girlfriend!” Misha giggles.
“Now watch and learn how a woman pleases another.” she teases, giggling with unadulterated joy.
My erection can only get so erect as I watch Misha caress her ex-girlfriend's body slowly before going down and pleasing her. After a few minutes of this, Misha stops and grabs the strap-on she was using earlier. On Shizune's orders, Misha and I ready ourselves to penetrate Shizune's vagina and ass respectively.

The two of us thrust inside Shzune's body and she gives little moans of pleasure in return. Misha and I stare each other down, the spirit of competition taking over as I feel a burning desire to compete with her.
“Come on Hicchan, just because we used our magic to enhance your penis doesn’t mean you can slack off now!”
“You may be Shizune’s ex-girlfriend" I retort."But I've got the natural advantage. Let's see which one of us can make Shizune orgasm first!”
“Very well lover boy." Misha croons seductively. "Let's see which is better, natural cock or a strap-on!”
The two of us thrust wildly with full intent to make Shizune cum. Oblivious to our mutual competitive spirit, Shizune is having the time of her life and before I know, I can feel myself begin to orgasm.
"Hail Satan! Oh god yes! Guide my cock Satan, and allow me to impregnate Shizune's ass!" I yell before letting out a loud moan that overshadows everything else. After some panting, I manage to get out some last words.
“I win, Misha!” I pant. Exhaustation takes over my body and surrounds it like a suit of armour.
"What a shame! But at least Shicchan enjoyed it, and that's what really matters here!”
We withdraw from Shizune's body and she appears to heavily exhausted and shaking herself as my cum continues to leak out of her asshole. She sits down to stop the leaking and despite her exhaustion, she has enough strength to say something important.
["Haven't you noticed Hisao? Our enhancement spells have caused your penis to produce so much cum that it's flooding the student council office. Worry not, though it'll all return to your penis soon, and I've even given you something a little extra too. You'll know what I mean when you see that special someone..."] Shizune signs, winking at me at the very end.

An hour later, after we've all finished cleaning up after ourselves and putting our clothes back on, I decide to go relax on the school roof. The night air feels wonderful and I can see the stars twinkling in the night sky. My victory has never felt so satisfactory, and with this Infinite Nut Pass, all of December is going to be a white Christmas. Nothing can go wrong now. That is until I hear the door open up behind and the sound of all too familiar laughter...
Antepenultimate Chapter <---Chapter Select ---> Final Chapter!!!

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Developer's Commentary
Ah yes, the fanservice chapter. I'd say its the weakest one in terms of content because it's a straight up sex chapter whereas up until this point, all sexual content was either exaggerated to the point of absurdity or played for horror. I'm sure any fans of this fanfic will likely disagree with that perspective. Regardless, we're building up to the final chapter which was always intended to go out with a bang. You'll know what I mean when you see it.

Sunday, 1st December - Destroy Dick December (FUCK YOU KENJI!)
(Author's Note: Alternating POV, Alternate Universe, Crack-Fic, Horror-Comedy, Katawa Shoujo Yami, Sexual Content)
I turn around and notice that its none other than Kenji Setou. For a sore loser, he seems rather confident. He strides up to me as if he’s got one last trick up his sleeve that will change everything and allow him to grasp victory from the jaws of defeat.
“I saw your little threesome, Hisao." said Kenji smugly. "And since it’s still No Nut November, you’ve already lost!”
“I didn’t see you at the No Nut November ceremony, Kenji. Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway because I was already been declared the winner of No Nut November.”
“H-ha ha ha ha! Bullshit! It’s still night time! It’s still the 30th of November! That means that if you nut, you lose No Nut November! And I bet you’ve been holding it in this entire month, haven’t you?”
I gaze into Kenji’s eyes and dramatically whip out my Infinite Nut Pass, it’s golden glistening glow standing out so proudly that even Kenji can see it without needing to get up close to it. In response, Kenji loses his mind and lets out an soul shattering scream that could crush the heavens.
N-No! T-This can’t be happening." stammers Kenji. "Y-You can’t have possibly won No Nut November. Only a fool would choose to stop masturbating just for a golden pass!”
“It is you who is the fool, Kenji! Check the time, you know it to be true!” I yell at him.

Kenji fumbles with his sleeve and checks his watch. Dread begins to creep over him as he realizes that I’m right.
“God fucking damn it! The feminists must’ve manipulated time so that it would be 3:00AM! It’s not fair! This wretched contest was rigged from the start! Shizune should be sucking my dick, not yours!”
“So you want Shizune to suck your dick, do you?” I inquire, amused by Kenji’s outburst.
“NO! That feminazi fascist has brainwashed us all with her seductive satanic wiles! The next thing you know, all men will be the ones giving birth while the femme-fascists steal our penises and use them to evolve into futanari! No Nut November has been nothing but a game to that she-devil! She enjoys watching us men struggle for her own sexual amusement and you’ve been playing right into her hands!”
“You may be right about Shizune pleasing herself but aside from that, you’re still wrong about everything else!” I glare into his eyes and feel something come over me as masculine fire burns in my soul. “Enough of this, you sore loser! Whip out your penis, Kenji! It's time for us to settle this like men once and for all!” I unzip my pants, exposing my flaccid penis to Kenji. Like a giant rising from the earth after a thousand year slumber, it awakens from its flaccid state and grows rock, no, diamond hard as Kenji stares in terrified awe, as if his eyes have bore witness to the Holy Grail itself.
“H-Ha ha ha." Kenji laughs nervously. "D-Did I mention that I n-need to go visit the nurse?” Kenji stammers feebly. He then turns tail and runs at breakneck speed. I give chase and the two of start running down the stairs, my erect penis flopping as Kenji looks as though he’s about to scream in terror.

After making it down from the roof and rushing through the corridors, Kenji actually does scream in terror. The two of us continue running with doors blurring and my only focus being on Kenji himself. His pace begins to slow and he eventually stops to catch his breath. I turn to notice the rainbow Michael Rosen painting behind me then turn back to the panting and wheezing Kenji. This is it. This will be the final battleground. The end of No Nut November and the beginning of Destroy Dick December. The final battle begins now!

Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done? I can’t compete against this. Hisao’s penis is diamond hard. No, actually it’s like some gemstone that’s harder than diamond. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been lusting for Hisao’s cock for quite some time but I didn’t think that he’d be so aggressively enthusiastic about this. I’m not ready for this. I’ve got to stall for time… Now that I think about it, maybe I should call Akio. He better not be jerking off to the fat one, I swear to god...
“W… Wait a moment Hisao, I n-need to take this call.” I pant, completely winded from all the running I did today.
I whip out my phone and rapidly type in Akio’s number like my life depends on it. Fortunately, he picks up which is great because I might not make it out alive.
“A-AKIO MAN, IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!” I scream in terror. “Hisao’s got his cock out and he’s challenging me to a duel!”
“Wait really?! Holy fuck, you’re getting laid tonight, man.” beams Akio. I can swear I can hear him snickering down the phone and I do not appreciate this at such a serious moment.
“NO! He’s not asking me for sex, you fool! He’s got his dick out and now I have to get my dick out because it’s a serious duel to the death!”
“Oh. So you two are going to beat each other off?” Akio teases before erupting into laughter once again.
Motherfucker.
“No, you don't understand. I’ve got no choice. His dick is harder than diamond! How the fuck do you expect me to compete with such a magnificent cock!?”
“Dude, just whip your own cock out!" Akio giggles. "Surely you’re not afraid of an erect penis, right?”
He’s right. I unzip my pants and unsheathe my own pork sword. I glare into Hisao’s eyes and I think of all the straight and gay porn and hentai that I’ve consumed. I think of all the nudes that I've accumulated and my desires to fuck Hisao and Shizune. My penis rises and eventually becomes rock hard. But I fear that it may not be enough to win this duel. Despite my fear of Hisao's intimidating aura, I must meet his challenge as a man and win this duel. I decide that now is the best opportunity I have to recite my favourite line from Dragon Ball Z: The Pornographic Musical.
“Akio, what does the scouter about his orgasmic level?!” I yell.
“IT’S OVER 690000!” screams Akio over the phone.
“B-bullshit! T-there’s no way that his orgasmic level is over 69000!”
Unfortunately for Hisao, I’m not dumb enough to crush my glasses, even for the sake of completing a popular reference. I put my phone away and steel myself to face Hisao's challenge. We put our hands on our respective penises and look each other dead in the eyes. In mine, fear and determination. In his, resolution and rage. Let it begin!

Kenji and I start stroking our penises and grunting furiously. I know that I must win. I must pay Kenji back for everything he has done this month and continue beating off. My cock remains the hardest it has ever been while Kenji’s penis begins to soften before rising again. Unfortunately for him, my latest sexual tryst with Shizune and Misha has given me a major boost in power which radiates from my entire body.
“What’s the matter, Kenji? Is your dick going soft?" I taunt him. "After all of your attempts to have sex with me, you can't even get it up?"
"Fuck you, Hisao!" Kenji screams with guttural rage. "At least I'm a real man unlike you, you pussy licking fuckcabinet!"
“You’ve been trying all month to have sex with me and you still can’t cum. All that porn must've rotted your brain, Kenji! Would you rather be having sex with Shizune right now! Because if you do, I can arrange that for you!”

Kenji's penis betrays its master and becomes very erect. So erect that it looks as though its going to burst in a shower of blood.
“Absolute bastard! I would never enjoy having sex with a feminist, Hisao! They're are all shitty in bed and whine about how men can’t a please clitoris to save their lives but the reality is we don’t fucking care! We just want our dicks wet and that’s it! No man should ever submit himself to a woman in any area of their lives and to be sexually dominated by one is humiliation that no real man should ever go through!”
Kenji slices his free arm to showcase his disdain but even I can tell that he’s not going to hold out much longer.
“Are you sure about that? Despite what you've told, I’m sure Lilly would be happy to dominate you if you asked her nicely! Perhaps she’ll even ride you like a horse!" I taunt. "After all, only you can fill her temple with your seed!”
Kenji's penis rises like the sun but unfortunately for him, the very idea of having sex with Lilly causes him to orgasm and his ejaculate hits the floor and leaves a puddle. However I'm not done yet and I can feel myself ready to orgasm myself. Oh god, I'm going to cum so hard! The moment of truth. I stroke my diamond hard cock even faster and think of all the women I've had sex with and who I want to have sex with in the future: Shizune, Misha, Miki, Akira, Emi's mother and Lilly. Lilly. Lilliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!

Oh fuck yes, I can feel the energy building up in my penis, the almighty Kamehamaha charging inside me that is ready to burst. Nothing can stop me now! With the power of the Infinite Nut Pass, my power level begins to rise exponentially. I hold my gaze at the now deflated Kenji and say to him the words that shall justify all of this.
“Hit the road, Grand Prick!" I yell loudly "No homo." My burning gaze puts Kenji in his place, ready for the epic cumclusion as I ejaculate with the force of a thousand supernovas as a giant white laser beam erupts from my penis with such force that it sends me flying backwards. Upon seeing this marvel of nature, Kenji screams loudly as if the end has finally come for him. Frozen with fear, he is unable to escape as my Cumehameha hits him in the face so hard that he falls down. My body hits the Rainbow Micheal Rosen painting hard enough that I fall to the ground and can only watch as my penis continues to flood the corridor with my cum. My vision begins to fade and within a few minutes I fall into to sweet, dreamy darkness.

Oh shit oh fuck fuck fuck. I'm going to have all my clothes washed to get all the cum out. I force myself up as I realize that my feet are covered in a stream of Hisao's cum. Is this the consequence of him winning No Nut November? It doesn’t matter anymore. As much I want to rescue him from the consequences of his own actions against me, the semen is rising fast enough that I'm not going to have time to save.I take off, forcing the now unconscious Hisao to fend for himself as I try to escape from the rising cum and make it back to my dorm room.
I didn’t think that Hisao had it in him, but even I suspect that his sudden change in demeanour had something do with that that ash haired cunt! She was planning something… and this... this horrific event is but the start of her evil plan to incite the biblical apocalypse! I can feel the seminal water rising and now there's now its risen enough to create small tides. I keep running, my legs feel like they're on fire but I dare not stop out of fear of being swept up in the cum tides. I’ve got to find a door… any door that will get me outta this wet dream gone wrong. After a few minutes of searching, I finally find a door and force my way in before sealing it shut to prevent this new genesis before it brings about a revelation that I don’t want any part of.

Just as I think it’s over and I can finally return to my dorm room, my friend Akio approaches me and immediately notices the cum stains all over my body.
“Ha ha ha. Dude, did you come back from your latest gay porno shoot or something?” Akio laughs, unable to contain his mirth.
Fucking bastard.
“Fuck off man, this isn’t funny! I can’t believe he came all over my face!” I wail at him.
“Dude, I was only messing around.” Akio replies.
“I know, man. It’s just… I wanted to make him lose this stupid competition and fuck him in the ass like a real man! And you know what I fucking get instead? He challenges me to a fucking duel and then cums all over my face before flooding the hall with his jizz!”
“Flooding the hall? Like in the student council office? Man, you give Hisao way too much credit! Surely his dick can’t produce that much semen, otherwise he’d have impregnated nearly every girl in school by now!”
“Akio, I’m completely serious! Hisao came so hard that he knocked himself unconscious. I was going to rescue him but there's so much cum in the corridors that I've had to leave him behind.

Akio’s attention seems drawn to the door leading out of the boys dorm and into the school. Unfortunately, Akio laughs and opens the door, much to my panic. As the door opens, Akio has the audicity to be surprised at the consequences of his actions as Hisao's cum hits him at full force. Despite this, I yell at him to leave and try to close the door only for the tide to force it back. I realize that I'm left with no choice, and decide that now is the time to repay Akio’s sacrifice when he helped me steal Lilly’s panties. I barely notice Akio running away, likely back to his own dorm room as I grip the edges of the door to form a barricade with my body, I struggle to contain the watery onslaught as my grip on the door edges weakens and I try in vain to swallow some of the cum to slow it down. I lose my grip at long last, surrounding in the tidal wave and accept Hisao's gift as it drags me across the flooded dorm. As the tide batters my body against the walls, I eventually lose consciousness and accept my fate, having achieved peak homoerotica at long last.

The tidal wave created from Hisao and Kenji’s final duel has flooded most of the the school and has spread to the boys domitory where several of the students anxiously await for help. Though Akio had managed to escape back to his own dorm, he is wracked with guilt for leaving Kenji out there and hopes that he'll make it out alive. He could not have predicted this turn of events but to him, this was only cold comfort. He was as helpless as everyone else and he hated every moment of it.

Meanwhile, the student council room is buzzing with the dull monotony of the daily grind. Shizune and Misha are tied together with the threads of mutual silence as they arrange paperwork and look absolutely bored out of their minds as they continue with this thankless task. No Nut November was fun, they both agreed, but even the fun moments have to give way to the grind of daily business. Shizune yearns for a chance to break the shackles of boredom and decides to stand out of her seat, stretching herself and yawning like a cat.
“S-Shicchan yawn W-We’ve still got all this work do, and I yawn can’t do it all alone.”
Shizune acknowledges Misha’s words, and understands that it would be unfair to leave her dear cohort out to dry. She looks out of the door window and takes notice of a strange white tide flooding the school corridors. Shizune quickly puts two and two together, smirking at the end result of the spells she cast on Hisao not so long ago. Oh how she wished she could open the door and spread her arms to embrace her chance of being baptised in Hisao’s baby batter. She readies herself to open the door only for Misha to bolt out of her chair, hoist her arms under Shizune’s and drag her backwards to the desks piled with soul crushing paperwork as Shizune whines sadly.

At the school race track, Emi's petite body covered with sweat from her latest night run. She walks slowly with her black sports bag containing her school uniform strapped onto her back, and takes in the cool, crisp night air as she returns to the girls dormitory to take a shower. She figures that it’ll just be an ordinary night, and fears the possibility of yet another nightmare waiting for her to fall asleep so that it may continue its foul tricks. Emi shakes her head and lets the thought go. Once she makes it to the showers, she feels great relief upon finding them empty and takes off her sweat drenched sports uniform and puts them to one side.

Emi sets the water to hot after turning the shower on, feeling that she that deserves to sleep in tomorrow and that she won’t need to be so alert like she is normally. The hot water seeps into her body, causing her muscles to feel relaxed as the sweat is washed away. She then applies the cheap body washes shared by the female students to herself and after that; she does the same with her hair using the cheap shampoo and conditioner, turning off the water afterwards and drying herself with a nearby towel. She then slowly pulls out each part of her her school uniform from her sports bag and changes into it before returning to her dorm room to recharge for the night.

Rin had nothing better to do. No night classes, no sleepovers with Emi, no fresh ideas for painting. She felt relaxed. Sleeping for several hours in a forest under a large tree tends to do that for some people it seems. The night sky is blanketed with stars, and the cool air surrounds Rin who is now awake and feeling very cold.
“O-Oh. H-How long have I’ve been here? yawn I’m going to go back to my dorm.”
And Rin decided to do just that. She could feel grass and dirt beneath her feet as she walked through a forest that seemed so different to her, as if she had woken up in a world parallel to her own.

In the tea room, Lilly and Hanako are playing a game of chess. Though it is late at night, the spirits of tiredness have barely gotten to them and they felt they had nothing to lose playing a few games before bed. Hanako only needs to make a decisive decision in order to seal the fate of Lilly’s queen piece. However before she can, both of them hear the sound of rushing water, prompting Hanako to put her chair aside and look out of the window.
“E-eep! T-There seems to b-be a flood outside.” squeals Hanako. “F-for some strange reason, i-its all white.”
White. Much like the chess pieces she's using, the flood outside is white. Lilly thinks to herself and wonders if Shizune had planned all this. Hisao won No Nut November, and Lilly knew all about the strange sex magic that the student council often uses to enhance their lustful games. Lilly opens the door slightly, causing Hanako to flinch before backing away. Unlike Kenji, Lilly quickly shuts the door before the tide gets strong enough to prevent her from closing it again.

The amount of Hisao's cum that did make it into the tea room causes Hanako to bolt to safety like a scared cat, perching herself on her chair and watching the white liquid cover the floor. She takes a look and then sniffs the air, gagging out of sheer disgust from the potent stink of Hisao's knuckle gravy. Nausea grips her entire body like a steel glove causing her to become lightheaded and cold. In stark contrast, Lilly is very satisfied with the amount of Hisao's semen on the floor, recognizing the smell and concluding that it must’ve only been a few hours since it last left Hisao’s penis. She squats downward and dips her right finger into the baby batter before licking it, causing Hanako to recoil with disgust and narrowly avoid being sick on the floor.
Lilly lets out a satisfied moan, and can feel her sexual desire growing for him.
“Oh yes, I’m going to have to take that boy to church.” murmurs Lilly.

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Developer's Commentary
Ah yes, the final chapter. It was always intended for Hisao to cum all over Kenji's face with the whole thing being a framed as an epic shonen final battle. I also considered trying to set things up so everyone would think that Chapter 12 is the final chapter only for the real final chapter to reveal itself afterwards. However, that idea was dropped because the interface would've spoiled the twist that November 30th isn't actually the final chapter and that it the entirety of this chapter was the second half of the finale. Unlike the fanfic that inspired this one, I also made sure at various points in the story to foreshadow this sudden plot so it didn't feel like a complete asspull. So no sudden plot twist where Shizune is actually a gay porn star turned serial killer who tries to murder Hisao, though Kenji disguising himself as Shizune is somewhat close to that idea, minus the actual murder.

Anyway, I'm sure fans and detractors alike are happy to see this story end. This was only my first multichapter fanfic, and though I am considering a Christmas themed sequel to this, I make no promises that it will ever exist. If it does, it will be far, far shorter than this one.