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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types, Super_Dangan_Ronpa_2
  Relationship:
      Koizumi_Mahiru/Camera
  Character:
      Koizumi_Mahiru
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Fetish, Cameras, Female_Ejaculation
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-26 Words: 2629
****** Selfies ******
by Setsubou
Summary
     After Hiyoko pranks the class with Teruteru's special concoction,
     Mahiru finds herself restless and returns to her room for a little
     alone time. Very minor spoilers for Dangan Ronpa 3 Despair Arc
     Episode 2.
Notes
     Inspired by and takes place after the decidedly fanservicey episode 2
     of Danganronpa 3’s Despair Arc. Because there is not nearly enough
     Mahiru fanfiction.
 
The door to her dorm room closed with a satisfying click as the girl leaned
against it, her breaths labored and hot. Her shoes slid off almost as an
afterthought. Hiyoko’s prank had rendered their entire class a heaping mess of
hormones earlier that day. It wasn’t a pleasant experience for her – well, that
was not literally true, but she wasn’t going to say otherwise. Lifting her
beloved camera, she could see the evidence of her true reaction.
If anyone asked, she would tell them that she did not like to take selfies.
Flipping through the new photos told her everything she needed to know. She
really wanted to delete them, but she would never delete a photo once it was
taken. Not even if they were like this. Not even if they showed a face that out
of her mind.
If anyone asked, she would say they were too embarrassing.
What had she been about to do? What had she been about to do right there in
that classroom? While snapping photos of it, no less? It was a silly question
to ask herself. She was about to do what she always did when those feelings
welled up inside her.
If anyone asked, she would claim innocence and act scandalized at the idea of
self-pleasure.
She claimed she didn’t like selfies. She claimed she had never masturbated. But
she was only human. Even though she would never admit it, these two things
actually tended to happen at the same time for her.
If anyone asked, Mahiru would deny it up and down.
Click.
Her hand left the lock after setting it in place
“Geez… Stupid Teruteru… how dare he even make something like that?”
She fumbled with her ribbon for a moment, loosening it enough to pull it free
from her blouse and laying it gently on her dresser.
“And what the hell Hiyoko?! Why did she let me fall for the prank too?”
Her blazer came next, the article rested on the back of her chair. Even in a
situation like this, Mahiru wasn’t about to be lazy with her clothes. They
needed to stay neat both for her pride and because she wouldn’t want even the
slightest evidence left behind of her activities.
Her skirt followed, and her eye for detail began to notice a recurring element.
She checked her blazer, but it was less evident there. She unbuttoned and
removed her blouse, inspecting it carefully.
All three were slightly damp with sweat to varying degrees.
“Great.”
So much for keeping her clothes neat. She was going to have to change after
all. And wash these.
Sitting down on her bed now clad only in her lingerie and socks, she reached
for her camera again before stopping.
“Ah- wait. Almost forgot again.”
Mahiru rose from the bed and slipped into her bathroom for only a moment before
returning with a full-body towel in hand. After covering as much of the bottom
half of the bed as she could, she sat down on the soft and – more importantly –
absorbent cloth. Sweaty sheets she could deal with when she tossed them in the
wash with her clothes. Drenched sheets… drenched with that… were another
matter. They would be difficult to hide on the way to the laundry and tended to
smell much more strongly than sweat.
“Right. Don’t want a repeat of that incident.”
Mahiru wiggled around until she was in a comfortable position that would allow
her both easy access and her head to rest. She grabbed her camera once again
and opened the first image. She was immediately reminded of several things.
One, her face was too plain and too freckled; way too average for a so-called
Ultimate. Two, Mahiru could never quite believe that she was capable of making
these lewd expressions. She was damned lucky that she could publicly explain
that incident away as a fever-induced moment of insanity thanks to a perverted
cook and a mischievous girl. Three, even if Mahiru thought her talent was
boring, even she had to admit that it was still Ultimate level. It would take
an unparalleled level of vanity to get off on her own erotic selfies if they
were any ordinary photos.
Mahiru Koizumi was not a vain girl.
Her Ultimate talent lent itself well to this odd fetish of hers. Without even
really trying, she perfectly captured the sheer eroticism of her own likeness
in that state within an everlasting moment. The camera showed only the truth to
her, unmitigated by posing or pretense. It showed just how human she was. Just
how vulnerable she was. How aroused she was.
Mahiru’s right hand slowly, almost casually drifted down to chest. Her breasts
weren’t the biggest but she was by no means small. Her hand splayed over her
right breast, not completely encompassing it, but enough to caress it snugly in
her palm. She hits a very noticeable bump and twitches ever so slightly in
response. Her hand rises slightly as she draws her finger to that spot and rubs
it slowly.
She flips to the next photo. It’s a very similar shot to the first one; she had
taken them in rapid succession. There was one significant difference in that
her mouth was hanging open. It looked alluring enough that she would kiss
herself if she could.
The bud under her fingertip had risen more from her touch and grown stiffer.
Mahiru was rubbing her thighs together now as the warm feeling in her loins
became more intense. She was getting impatient, and she had things to do later.
Mahiru set down her camera for a moment and slightly raised her back from the
bed while both her arms set to work on removing her bra. The article was lazily
tossed aside as she had stopped caring about the neatness of already-soiled
clothes. Her panties were slid down next, but she stopped for a moment after
removing them and considered an idle thought.
“They’re so damp already...” She hesitantly brought them closer to her face and
lightly sniffed the garments, expecting to recoil at the odor. Instead, she
somehow found it enticing. Was it strange to get excited by the smell of your
own soiled underwear? Maybe it was weird, or maybe it was normal. Mahiru wasn’t
sure she cared right now.
The panties followed their companion over the side of the bed shortly after.
Such a consideration didn’t really compare to what she did next. Mahiru flipped
around her camera and expertly positioned it above herself, aiming steadily
with the precision of an artisan without equal.
Snap!
While she could have kept browsing through the ones she took in class, the girl
was feeling increasingly aroused and felt it was time to step things up a
notch. The new image displayed her nude body in all its glory, slightly flushed
from a combination of her activities and her embarrassment. A few droplets of
sweat had formed all over, but wasn’t soaked yet. At least not all over her
body.
While her photos from class only showed her plain face, this one showed her
plain figure. A light dusting of freckles draped her shoulders and neckline,
but they mostly vanished the further down her body she looked. Her breasts laid
plump against her chest, appearing slightly larger than they were due to her
position, gravity, and the angle of the camera. Each was capped by a large
areola, not overly so, but certainly larger than what could be considered
average. They were normally a shade lost in between light peach and light pink,
but arousal had darkened their color and made them firm and bumpy. Centered in
each, her yet darker nipples were prominent and erect with fully developed
ducts.
Mahiru’s hands grasped them both and started to toy with them while her eyes
wandered further down the photo. Her belly was pale and free of blemishes or
freckles, split by a well-defined navel that she considered maybe one of her
only cute spots. Her left hand drifted down to it while the right began to
clasp around her hard nipple. She twisted and tugged at it while gently sliding
her other fingers into the valley of her navel, the pleasure mixing with a
slight tickle as she let out a soft moan.
Her eyes landed on her pubic mound where they were immediately drawn to the
dark and very red curls. They were few, and probably the only part of her body
that hadn’t quite finished puberty, so she had never needed to trim down there.
Even more noticeable was a small, if distinct pebble of flesh that peeked out
at the top of her slit. This little thing was the whole reason she was here
now. Her clitoris had a bad habit of being one of the first parts of her body
to get excited, and when it grew erect it poked visibly past her labia and
tended to rub against her panties. Needless to say, it made the moments when
perverted thoughts swam in her mind quickly become uncomfortable and self-
sustaining at the same time.
Mahiru restlessly pawed at her tit for a little longer, but the other hand
returned to her camera.
It was time for a new angle.
The photographer sat up and spread her legs wide, her right hand reluctantly
leaving her nipple alone in favor a new task. Carefully positioning the camera
with her left, her right fingers slowly and gently parted her folds.
Snap went the shutter as another picture was taken.
Once again laying down but without readjusting her legs, Mahiru examined the
new photo. This angle included her now significantly more heated face at the
very top. Was that drool? She quickly checked and sure enough there was a small
trail of saliva at the corner of her mouth. That damn aphrodisiac got her way
too worked up.
Her breasts were slightly in view, but they really served better to draw her
eye to the centerpiece of the shot: her crotch. As she gazed at the photo, her
right hand went to work where her eyes landed. First up was a small spot at the
bottom of the photo that caught her attention. It was narrow, tightly-puckered
hole surrounded by a brown ring of skin. As Mahiru idly played with her anus,
she briefly recalled reading on some porn site that the AV actresses sometimes
bleached theirs. At one point it had been a concern for her, but she also read
it wasn’t the healthiest practice. She stretched and played with the rim,
noticing its wetness. Judging by the photo, it wasn’t just sweat. A trail of
milky-white drew her sight up to her vaginal canal, the obvious source of the
discharge. The powerful camera captured even the inside of the tunnel, where
she could see just part of the thin membrane that was her hymen. Her finger
gently played with her opening, smearing the creamy wetness around it and
briefly dipping inside, ushering a louder moan from her than before.
Mahiru’s other hand busied itself with her left nipple and breast, giving them
the same attention that her right had gotten. She closed her eyes and slid her
finger back into her entrance, careful enough not to go too deep, but much more
firmly pressed against her inner walls. In and out she began plumbing herself
until her breathing quickened and her moans became frequent.
Opening her eyes once again, her gaze started from her canal and moved up to
her urethra. In the photo it was slightly open from both the stretching of her
labia and her own arousal, dribbling a clear fluid from within. She felt more
of what must have been the same liquid sliding into her palm. Slipping out her
pointer finger, she replaced it inside of her with her middle digit. Her
pointer was now slick with her juices, and it felt good against her urethra as
it moved up to rub it. That itchy-cravy feeling was welling up inside her loins
as Mahiru picked up the pace of her pumping finger.
Finally, her eyes landed on a much better view of her very erect clitoris,
protruding prominently out of a small hood that did little to cover it even
when unaroused. Her clit wasn’t particularly large, but the hood was
particularly short. On the plus side, it gave her thumb easy access when she
brushed it against the nub.
“Nnnnngah!”
Sensitive as always, it positively throbbed with pleasure, if the way it
practically made her sing was any indication. Erect and slick, it held firmly
in place when she rubbed it, shooting lightning through her body as all prior
calmness began to slip away. Her thumb flicked it around, pressed it like a
button, and slid around its girth, causing her to buck her hips with every
movement.
Mahiru pressed her middle finger firmly against the top of her inner walls
once, then twice, and started a rhythm that synchronized with the efforts of
her thumb. She roughly played with both of her breasts with her left hand,
alternating between them with gropes, twists, tugs, presses, and flicks. The
same treatment was delivered to her clitoris by her right, and she could feel
fireworks in her body going off. She was past the point of no return now as
convulsions and contractions gripped her body while her moans echoed unchecked
in her room.
A feeling of something spraying from her crotch accompanied her orgasm.
Absentmindedly noting she had squirted again, she rode out the pleasurable
contractions and continued working her fingers.
“Ah!” Another burst ejaculated from her slit, soaking the towel she placed
before for exactly this reason. Her left hand quickly shot from her chest down
to her ass and shoved a finger inside, the puckered hole well-lubricated from
her soaked slit. “Ooh!" Each second brought a new tide as the photographer
played with herself with reckless abandon. A quick, scandalous thought crossed
her mind as her hand grabbed up her camera and held it outside of the line of
fire.
Again and again her pleasure was captured in a moment, adding to the growing
collection without care.
Finally, she dropped like a limp sack to her bed, and the only noises left in
the room were her heavy pants as she caught her breath.
Mahiru’s climax felt like it lasted an eternity and now it actually might,
captured within her camera.
-
Cleanup was probably the biggest pain out of this whole affair every time it
happened.
As Mahiru had found out the hard way when she first started masturbating, she
was a squirter. It had caused a mess of her sheets the first time it happened,
and it led to an all-around awkward and very uncomfortable conversation when
her father opened the door wondering what the hell she was screaming about.
The towels served their purpose: she could easily explain their dampness when
she took them to the laundry on the off chance someone asked questions. She
could fold up her sheets and clothes as normal and take them as well. Nobody
would be any the wiser, and with soundproofed rooms, no one could possibly have
heard her. Mahiru would maintain her image of innocence when next she saw her
classmates, newly refreshed and ready to continue her school life.
The only remaining evidence was the photos she took. They were easy enough to
take care of, but Mahiru would never erase a photo. When all else was put away,
she transferred all of the risqué and straight-up erotic photos to a file in
her laptop, fated to be buried among others of their kind in a very well hidden
folder.
Selfies were always so embarrassing.
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