#smutsultan

Makoto does hear the door knock at his dorms, grumbling as he figures out it's Yasuhiro with some wild plan again, Mondo coming to invite him to join his and Ishimaru's late night sauna times - he has told them already, he is very happy for whatever they have, and he will join them during the day, but please respect his sleeping needs - or it might even be Asahina coming to invite him for a late night donut run... Well, the point is, many of his friends would come right there to bother him.

Who he was not expecting is Junko. Not that Junko doesn't enjoy her weird plans, but usually, whenever she wants to do something a bit too wild, Mukuro warns him ahead of time. He really owes a lot to the Ultimate Soldier... regardless, her presence there isn't what's shocking. What is, is how she is acting. Junko is by default, fucking hot, that is not something that Makoto would even pretend otherwise.

But this Junko is the hottest he has seen her.

She is wearing a microkini, that barely covers up her top. Her tits are gigantic - for sure bigger than usual, or she has always managed a way to make them seem even smaller, which is also another insane possibility - and she is also wearing tight shorts that barely cover her ass, leaving her legs naked. Her belly, her arms, everything else is visible. And her face...

Makoto barely notices how well put-together her makeup is. Her lips look extra fat, with a wonderful pink gloss to them, her blush, her mascara. Junko clearly knows how to do it as a Gyaru, but it goes beyond her usual tastes. But he barely notices them because of her eyes. They are sparkling pink, with little hearts inside of them, as Junko looks into his eyes... before he is tackled right into the ground into a hug.

"MAKOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" Junko screams, pushing his face right in between her gigantic funbags, grinding her body against his own. "Like, master, it is so nice to see you! You're even more handsome than you usually are~!" She continues, no filter in her voice, as Makoto tries to free himself, finding Junko shockingly strong as she pins him down into the ground.

"Oh, you're way more handsome then the videos I was watching before I got here~! I am so sorry, master, I had such naughty plans~!" Junko speaks up, with Makoto finally being able to breathe. "J-Junko, please, let me go, I'm kinda..." He mutters, before the fashionista finally releases him, blushing as she does. "I'm so sorry master, your slutty bimbo hypno slave shouldn't have hurt you!"

"...My what?" Makoto is already used to the insanity that is Hope's Peak, but that is... a bit beyond his usual ballpark.

"Oh yeah! So, my plan! I kinda wanted to ruin the entire world and destroy society as we know-"

"What"

"But you are so hopeful and nice, and I couldn't predict you because my true talent is like, the Ultimate Analyst instead of Ultimate Fashionista -"

"What?"

"So I decided that breaking you would've been the best, especially with how many girls love you around Hope's Peak-"

"What?"

"So my plan was to transform you into an eager femboy whore, but I ended up mixing up the videos, and I hypnotised myself as your eager slutty bimbo mega whore, who is physically incapable of ever stopping loving you and wanting to fuck you!"

"WHAT?!"

"So that's it, what happened!"Junko says, drool sliding from the corners fo her mouth, a dumb grin on her face as she gives him a salute, clearly enjoying her current state.

"...I..." Makoto doesn't even know what to say, so confused about what the woman has done, but not having the mental willpower to talk much. Especially because she is indeed looking like a fucking bimbo, and...

"So, if I tell you to kneel down, open your mouth and suck me off would ya...?" He asks, with Junko not even answering him, just assuming that position. Mouth open, her tongue on top of her bottom lips, looking closer to an onahole, fully made of plastic for his pleasure, than a living girl.

"Come on Makoto-kun, I'm your good dumb bimbo, please fuck me~!" She begs, her mouth all weird from how she spoke in the same position, but there is not a single straight man that would refuse that. He can deal with the consequences of her hypnosis later. Right now, if she was gonna do all of those things to him, he better show Junko that he is far from a femboy bottom whore.

The cheering of a packed stadium continuously filtered through the backstage walls, reminding everyone there that thousands of eager fans waited for their favorite idol. The show needed to start in just a few minutes, or else a riot would erupt. No one would deny them their Risette!

At least, no one they knew. Just to the side of the stage entrance, right out of the view of every crew member that searched desperately for the idol in question, Yu enjoyed the sound of Rise’s sweet moans reserved for himself. The crowd’s volume drowned it out after just a few feet, meaning he could rail into her as hard as he liked without anyone finding out. At least, not unless they stumbled across them.

As Yu stood behind Rise, pressing her roughly against the wall as his thick cock railed into her tight pussy, he spoke directly into her ear. “Wouldn’t you love if someone came over here right now? They’d see what a slut of an idol you are.” His hand reached around to play with the breasts spilling out from her undone top, adding to her pleasure. “Maybe I should take you out on stage and keep fucking you, that way everyone would know.”

Whimpering with her face pressed against the cold surface, Rise tried to ask him not to go through with the idea, only for no words to come out. The only response he received came in the form of her core clenching down on his magnificent cock, tightening with every word he spoke.

“For now, I think I’ll just let you act like you still have some dignity.” With a grunt and a wet slap of his hips against her ass, Yu hilted himself inside of Rise and let loose his hot seed directly into her womb. Rise nearly lost herself as she came, screaming out in ecstasy as she soaked the front of Yu’s pants with her juices. 

Pulling out and letting go of her, Yu let Rise fall to the ground as she kept spasming in orgasm, only helping her up after taking a few pictures for his personal collection. He cinched up her outfit and gave her a slap on the ass, reminding her that he forbid her from wearing panties with her outfit. “Come on, you’ve got fans waiting!”

TW: NTR, kinda? You'll see. Also Monsterfucking.

"That was a wonderful idea~!" Trucy speaks up, grinning as she is right in front of the other woman. Trucy had pulled a lovely pocket watch, and she is swinging it from side to side right in front of Franziska's face, with the prosecutor's own eyes showing a hypno pattern, a black and white spyral inside of them, as her mind was fully opened to the magician's tricks.

"She has been so annoying these days, I understand the need to like, 'find the truth' and all that she and other prosecutors say, but... eh, there's a limit to how much bullshit I can handle, and this is that limit." Trucy continues, as she gets behind Franziska, keeping the watch in front of her as she starts talking.

"You love relaxing after work. The moment your cases are over, you'll get into what you'll call in your mind your bimbo-mode. In your bimbo mode, you'll not focus on finding the truth or being a good girl, you'll like being a bad girl. You wanna find guys to be fucked by, you wanna find massive dicks to worship. No matter what, you're an easy whore, big dicks own you and own who you are. Even during work, you'll be thinking about them, thinking about finding a new stud, or getting in contact with a previous fuck."

Franziska can't answer now, but with how drool slides from the corners of her mouth, it's clear she is hearing.

"You'll love to party and drink and be fucked. Mhm..." The magician stops, thinking what else to add in that eager mind. "Oh, also, you'll make sure that you love being hypnotised by me and following all the orders I give and that lawyers give you too! Not to just throw cases away, but you'll have the urge to be submissive towards lawyers and those that work for lawyers!" That way, Athena and others can have fun with her constantly, too! There we go.

"Now, once I snap my fingers, since you're not working, you'll get into your bimbo mode!" She finishes, snapping her fingers and pulling the watch away, watching Franziska's reactions!

"Oh... Hey, Trucy! Like, I'm so happy to see you here! I kinda need a fucking hung stud to fuck me, know where I can find some~?" The formerly perfect and rigid prosecutor questions, grinning from ear to ear, a slutty and absolutely alien sight to see in Franziska.

"I know exactly where we can find some~! Now, also gimme yer phone number, we have a lot of fun we can have together now~!" Trucy speaks. Oh, she can't wait to see how far the Von Karma will fall now~!

TW: Pokephilia