Another fight was happening, and somehow, it was much worse than the previous ones.
Junko was on top of her hostage,with her hands around his neck, strangling him, while he futilely tried to get her off him.
-Are you going to play the idiot again when I call you!?- She stopped straining for a moment, allowing him to breathe.
-N-no.
-Are you going to push me again when I give you a proper use again!?
-No...
-In that case...- She stood up, and raised the brunette, taking him by the shoulder and pulling him even closer to her.- I won't have to remind you of what I can do to you at any time, right?
-Ri-right.- Enoshima carried Makoto, taking him to her bed. When they were both lying down, the mastermind hugged him, then put the luckster head against her neck.
After a while, the model felt how Naegi cried, believing she was asleep. She took his face, and as she wiped his tears away, she told him:
-If you keep crying over me I will kill you.
He turned around, while he was grabbed again, although out of fear he no longer wanted to cry. He didn't want to risk himself.
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RandomCLARIFICATION: If you are here to consume this story as erotic content, I will ask you to leave, please. This story does not have those intentions, and the fact that someone seeks to consume it for those purposes goes against both the messages that...
