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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      New_Dangan_Ronpa_V3:_Everyone's_New_Semester_of_Killing
  Relationship:
      K1-B0/Oma_Kokichi
  Character:
      K1-B0_(Dangan_Ronpa), Oma_Kokichi
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Robot_Sex, kiibo_has_a_setting_that_simulates_shivering
      and_that's_all_i'm_saying
  Series:
      Part 2 of Mechanical_Exploration
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-27 Words: 1220
****** Mechanical Exploration, Part Two ******
by UltimateUnluckyWriter
Summary
     In which Ouma is fascinated by Kiibo's mysterious control panel.
Notes
     WARNING: dubious consent, robot sex, exploitation of Kiibo's
     functions. the good stuff.
See the end of the work for more notes
“What does  this  button do?” Ouma asked, marveling at the control panel that
was installed on Kiibo’s back. At the question, the robot moved forward
swiftly, turning abruptly on his heel to face the supreme leader.
 
“No! You are not permitted to adjust any of my settings or functions,” He
scolded, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “You have no reason to change
anything. Goodbye.”
 
Ouma watched curiously as Kiibo marched away, his eyes locked on the panel that
he could never unsee.
 
This would be fun.
 
----
 
“Robocop, I have a game we should play.”
 
“Do not  call  me that,” Kiibo grumbled, his eyes narrowing, “What  game ?”
 
Ouma smiled, his face giving the impression of complete innocence as he spoke,
“It’s a game called  Dare or Dare . It’s like Truth or Dare, but without the
Truth part because that’s always boring.”
 
Kiibo had studied many sets of rules for traditional party games. He felt
fortunate that he had, as it would likely come in handy in this situation.
While it was likely unwise to agree to play a game with such an untrustworthy
boy as Ouma, Kiibo viewed it as an opportunity to bond with his classmate.
After all, games were a proven way to form connections between people.
 
“I… will play your game. I will go first,” Kiibo announced, nodding to
punctuate his point, “Ouma, tru- ah, dare or… dare?”
 
Ouma sat on a desk that was in Classroom A, pretending to think for a few
seconds, “... I’ll go with dare!”
 
Kiibo hesitated, wracking his database for examples of dares, “Ah… I dare you
to not insult me for the next five minutes… I have a clock function and will be
keeping exact time.”
 
The robot smiled, quite pleased with what he viewed to be a clever dare. Even
five minutes without abuse from the supposed supreme leader would be wonderful
for Kiibo. To his surprise, Ouma smiled right back, nodding his head, “Easy.
Dare or dare?”
 
“Dare.”
 
“Let me play with your control panel for the next five minutes.”
 
Kiibo stared at Ouma, shaking his head, “No, I cannot let you do that.”
 
“Oh, come on!  You’re gonna ruin the game, and you said  nothing  about
anything I couldn’t dare you to do!” Ouma whined as tears filled his eyes.
Kiibo squinted at him, unsure of the legitimacy of said tears. Regardless of
their authenticity, he felt an unwanted pang of what he presumed to be guilt.
 
“... Fine. But you may only do it for the remainder of the time on the timer I
have already started,” Kiibo replied, feeling as if he was going to regret
this. Ouma, on the other hand, sprung up from his desk, the tears having
already disappeared as a wide grin replaced them.
 
“Yay! Go lay on the big desk in the front of the classroom. On your robo-
stomach!” He ordered, pointing in the direction of said desk. Kiibo grimaced
but complied, moving and laying on the desk.
 
“You could just say  stomach, ” He suggested irritably, laying his chin on his
folded hands. He felt slightly comforted- all the functions accessible on the
control panel in question controlled non-essential functions. Essential
functions, such as a sleep mode, were only accessible to a separate panel that
required a key to reach.
 
Not that Kiibo was going to mention that to Ouma.
 
Ouma bounced up to the desk, climbing onto it and straddling Kiibo’s back. The
robot shifted uncomfortably but did nothing to prevent this. He had a
responsibility to fulfill the dare.
 
Ouma stared down at the array of black and grey buttons and sliders and dials,
his eyes widening like a child looking into the window of a candy store. There
were no labels to indicate what any of the buttons did.
 
This would be even more fun than he expected.
 
“Let’s go with… this one!” He exclaimed, mashing an inconspicuous grey button.
At this, he felt the metal of Kiibo’s back heat up underneath him. Ouma
swallowed, feeling a small stirring in his white trousers at the pleasant
warmth.
 
“Interesting,” He murmured as he pressed another button. This time, Kiibo began
vibrating underneath him, “... Why?”
 
“My creator wanted to simulate a human reaction to cold weather through
shivering. I rarely use this function,” Kiibo responded nonchalantly, seemingly
unaware of what Ouma was  very  aware of. The combination of two stimuli were
wonderful to the supreme leader, his cock now fully hard. His breathing became
a bit quicker as he reached his hand towards a dial, biting his bottom lip in
anticipation.
 
“And… this dial?”
 
“It adjusts the sensitivity of my touch sensors.”
 
Perfect.
 
Ouma turned the dial swiftly to the right, enjoying the deliciously vulgar
groan it elicited from the robot underneath him.
 
“A-ah!  Ohh,  Ouma! Turn that do- ahhhn,”  Kiibo moaned out, his metal body
spasming erratically. While his pleasure was artificial, it was certainly
present.
 
Ouma did not respond, choosing instead to grind his clothed arousal down
against the heated, vibrating surface of Kiibo’s back. He let out small, needy
moans, his normally pale cheeks flushed with pleasure, exertion, desire.
 
“ Jeez,  Kiibo, you  are  useful,” He moaned out, not considering if that
technically  counted as an insult or not. He let his body fall forward,
adjusting himself so that he could grind against Kiibo’s ass. Ouma snickered
through his groaning, his breath hot against the already warmed metal of
Kiibo’s neck.
 
“Th-this is incredibly inappr- ohh- pria- ahhh,”  Kiibo stuttered out, feeling
his temperature rising, his fans working overtime to compensate for the sudden
increase. Every breath Ouma exhaled, every object touching his outer surface
brought waves of pleasure. His touch sensors’ sensitivity was  far  too high.
 
“Please,  oh , turn over,” Ouma requested, climbing off the pleasure center
that Kiibo’s entire fucking body was to him at the moment. He did not wait for
the robot to comply, choosing, instead, to grab his side and flip him over
himself before he climbed up to straddle Kiibo’s hips. Ouma ground his bulge
down against Kiibo’s metal clothing, the hardness of it a bit uncomfortable.
The warmth and vibration and fucking  incredible  moans coming from Kiibo more
than made of for the slight discomfort, however. Ouma rolled his hips back,
panting like some animal as he watched Kiibo’s face.
 
“A-ah!” Ouma called out, throwing his head back as he suddenly felt a wave of
pleasure shoot through him as he came in his trousers. He had not realised just
how close he was, but he certainly was not complaining as he continued to grind
his hips, riding out the unmatchable pleasure of his climax. He looked back
down as he finished, staring at Kiibo’s continuously spasming body.
 
“This…  too much…  Ouma!” The robot groaned out, “AH!”
 
At this exclamation, Kiibo suddenly stiffened beneath Ouma’s body, all
vibrations coming to standstill. His temperature quickly cooled as his eyes
shut. Ouma stared incredulously down at him, his mind still clouded from the
intense pleasure.
 
“... He shut down,” He said aloud to no one, raising an eyebrow. Indeed, the
robot had seemed to shut down momentarily.
 
“... Hm,” Ouma hummed, suddenly very aware of the slowly cooling puddle in his
orange and red underwear. He climbed off of Kiibo with shaky legs, swallowing
nervously as he shuffled out the door.
“He’ll reboot. Probably.”
End Notes
     i woke up from a dead sleep with this idea and wrote this in half an
     hour
     i also like to imagine that kiibo makes the windows shutdown noise
     when he overheats.
     you might look for part one and not find it. the reason for this is.
     uh. it's not finished lmao. but i swear there's another installment
     of this anthology series of ouma wanting to Fuck The Robot(TM) and
     usually successfully Fucking the Robot(TM)
     yes, i have not updated my 30 days of sin fic in 145 days and
     honestly i'm just living my best life.
     i started playing v3 four days ago. if there are any facts i got
     wrong in this don't hate me thank u
     don't judge me too harshly, it's three in the morning.
     i'm going to bed. goodnight fellow sinners.
     p.s.: the epilogue includes kiibo waking up from the alarm going off
     on the timer he had set. post-orgasmic robot bliss. what a life!
     EDIT: I have since published part one! go read it! they both suck
     each other's dicks!
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