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"One hundred and forty-two, one hundred and forty-three, one hundred and forty-four, one hundred and forty-five..."

You may be wondering, who the hell was counting upwards out of nowhere for no reason? Well, that'd be the Luckster himself, Makoto Naegi. He was currently doing push ups at his school's track field, lunch time actually allowing him to do some workout for himself.

The boy had begun to start exercising a lot more ever since he was dragged by Sakura and Aoi to the gym constantly. Any physical activity that they had took part of, he automatically had to participate in. Whether it'd be swimming, lifting weights, push ups, running, or even pilates, he did it alongside them. All because he couldn't say no to his friends.

After many sore muscles, tired days and strained feelings throughout his body, Makoto had eventually incorporated exercise and working out as part of his daily routine. He had initially only did it because Aoi had told him to do so, but he grew to actually like the activity.

His body transformation from a skinny, short boy into a buff, yet still short boy was one of the things that he was proud about. He never thought that he'd be capable of having a pretty muscular physique, having been used to being frail and scrawny almost his entire life.

Still, he never showed off his body or flexed it around. He didn't see or feel the need to do so. After all, there was no reason to just be showing off his body when he preferred to have clothes on. Not even Aoi or Sakura had seen his new physique, although Sakura did commented that he had seemed to fill up his hoodie a lot more.

As many beads of sweat trickled off of his back and trailed lower on his shirtless body, he kept pushing up and down, the sun not even bothering him in the slightest, despite the fact that he was literally being burned alive by the sun's gaze.

Suddenly, he felt a shadow above him, covering his body from the sun's heat as he kept on pushing up and down. Deciding to take quick glance, his heart nearly fell out of his chest as he realized that the shadow over him was his classmate and friend, Junko Enoshima.

"Hmm... I'm pretty sure I ordered a herbivore boy today, but I got myself a carnivore man!" She cackled out loud. "What the heck happened to you, Makoto? How'd you get so damn..." She trailed off, an odd look entering her eyes.

He decided to stop doing his workout and stood up, somewhat embarrassed that he got caught by his friend. If it was somebody like Chihiro or Sakura, they'd probably be able to keep it quiet and leave him alone. If it's the Ultimate Fashionista? Well, he's sure that his shirtless body will be posted everywhere in school the next day.

He tried to explain himself. "Um, y-yeah, I actu—"

"Buff~"

He blinked. "H-Huh...?" He wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly, but judging from the sultry look on the girl's face and the way she bit her lip as she gave him, what seemed to be, the bedroom eyes, he was now sure that he heard her correctly.

"So buff and so strong... Mmph!" She quivered, wrapping her arms around herself like Toko would whenever a perverted fantasy invaded her mind. "Those abs looks like I could grate cheese on top of them and lick em off on the spot! And your arms... My God, YOUR ARMS! so much veins popping out of your skin..."

He scratched his head as he realized that his friend was thirsting over him like she hasn't had a sip of water for over twenty days. He felt like if this was anyone else and anywhere else, she'd probably be taken away for sexual harassment, but since she's his friend, he just lets her be.

"Can I touch them...?" Junko said, drool nearly escaping her mouth as she stared at his toned body.

"T-Touch what...?"

"Y'know! Those bread buns on your stomach!" She pointed at his abs as she told him. "Please! I won't cop a feel if that's what you're worried about!" She reassured him, despite the fact that her request was more or less to cop a feel.

"...Junko, we're friends..." Was all Makoto said, making the girl look down in sadness. "...You don't need my permission to touch my body if you want to." He continued, making the girl look up at him and smile widely in excitement. If anyone else had heard him at that point, they would've thought that this was a conversation between friends... with benefits.

"Awesome! Let momma touch em' now, Makoto..." She reached her hands out, fingers somewhat trembling as she touched the skin on his toned stomach. "Whoa...! For a guy your height and size, your physique is pretty impressive, Makoto!" She said as she rubbed over the rippling abs on his torso, long nails raking over his skin.

He winced as her nails had nearly poked his skin, but his pain tolerance was now way higher than before so he just stayed quiet while his friend was feeling all up on him. He had to admit, he was fighting down an immense blush from reaching his face as the girl in front of him began prodding around his torso, but the sun's heat gave him an excuse to be red in the face.

"Hmm...Poke, poke! Hehe... Ooh, this part's pretty solid!... Nicely sculpted abs..." He sweat-dropped as the girl's thoughts were literally being spoken out loud by her own self.

Her hands began to trail higher and higher until she reached his toned pectorals. She grinned, making him fearful of what she would do. "...Squeeze, squeeze!" She began to pinch his nipples as he yelped out loud.

"What the—AAAH!"

She burst out into laughter as the boy in front of her yelped at the sudden attack on his nipples by her hands. He hissed at the sensation and had nearly wanted to slap her hand away, but her joyful smile and laughter made him thought twice about doing so.

"Hahahaha! Sorry, Makoto, but you have some nice ass titties!" She said unashamedly as her hands began to look for other places to touch.

He groaned. "Please don't refer to them as that..."

"I'm a truthful person, Makoto." She said, despite many evidences to the contrary. "If something is what it is, I'm gonna say it. You DO have nice titties. No shame in that!" She gave a thumbs up to him before she began to touch his arms instead.

"Well, you certainly lift a lot of weights, am I right? I think I'm right." She answered her own question before she began her usual poking and prodding. "Those veins, though..." He was honestly confused as to why she was reacting like this to his physique. Sure, he had a nice physique, no doubt about it.

But surely she had to have seen far better bodies than his, right? In her line of work as a world-renowned fashionista, she had to have collaborated with other male models that looked like all they did was eat, sleep and workout for 24/7. With the way she was acting, it was like he was the epitome of what a perfect male body looked like!

"Very nice to look at. And I bet it'd feel better when wrapped around a woman, Y'know what i'm saying?" She said as she grabbed his biceps, nonchalantly just touching all over his body.

It was at this moment that Makoto wondered what in the world was he doing with his life. Here he was, getting every part of his torso and arms rubbed, squeezed and pinched by his friend. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that he was in a bad adult-rated book.

"Um... A-Are you done, Junko?" He scratched his head as he blushed. He wasn't even sure why he had just allowed her to touch his body like this, he just simply let her. "Because lunch time is going to end soon and I need to take a shower before I—" She placed her finger on his lips, cutting him off.

"Just a bit more..." She whispered, making him feel hot and bothered. It's definitely not from the heat of the sun, he could tell you that. "Hmm, nice physique, toned arms, toned stomach, toned chest, toned everything!" She gave her opinion on his body.

"U-Um, so what does that mea—" He was rudely interrupted.

"It means you have a great fuckin' body, luck boy!" She had changed her persona into her rockstar personality. "Take the compliment and don't be too dense, will you!?" She shouted at him, making him blink rapidly.

"R-Right... So—"

She interrupted him once more. "Of course I'm right! A peasant like you should know better than to think that I could possibly be wrong!" Her royal persona had now overtaken her, a mini-crown now on top of her fluffy strawberry-blonde hair. "I'll forgive you if you lick and kiss my feet, peasant!"

He was honestly not sure if he should kneel down and actually start doing what she wanted to, but she stopped him from doing the humiliating punishment. He supposed even she had mercy inside of her after all.

"Y'know what? Never mind... I don't want it anymore..." She spoke sadly, making him raise an eyebrow at the girl's constant change and switch of personalities. He had seen in it hundreds of times before and had even gotten used to it, but it still didn't make it any less weird when she was like this. "I'll be leaving now..."

"H-Hey, wait a sec, will you!?" Makoto stopped her with a hand on her arm.

She looked at his grip and suddenly blushed, her face turning beet red as she clutched her face with her free hand. "G-Guh! Strong arms around mine! Must r-resist, must resist..." She had now changed into her usual self, repeating words to herself that she mustn't fall into temptation.

"Junko, please calm down and—"

As if a lightbulb had lit up inside of her head, she suddenly raised a finger, now with an excited look on her face. "Oh! I know what to do with you, lucky carnivorous man-boy!" She grinned at him, making him fear what she had in mind.

He bit the bait. "Y-You do...?"

She nodded happily. "Yup! I'll give you a test of strength tomorrow! If you're really that strong, I'll have you carry everybody in our class tomorrow after school. Don't be late, alright?" She spoke fastly, not even letting him have a word in or a second to comprehend what she just said.

"What the hell—" Cut off once more, as usual.

She gave him a wide grin. "See you tomorrow, lucky, eggy, carnivorous man-boy-whore! Byeeee~" She waved rapidly at him, running away back inside of the school.

As Makoto stood there stupidly out in the open with the hot sun burning him and sweat trickling down his entire body, turning him even redder than he was, he picked up his hoodie and began to walk towards the nearest shower.

He shook his head. "What the hell have I gotten myself into, this time...?" He said, unsure of his fate tomorrow.

If the past were anything to go by, the fact that Junko Enoshima was planning something automatically meant that he was probably going to be screwed in the long run.

"What rubbish reason did you call us all here for, Enoshima?" Byakuya rubbed his temples as he scowled at the Fashionista.

She grinned. "Oh, get that stick out of your ass, rich boy! I have a surprise for all of you! He's waiting in the gymnasium so better hurry up!" She told her group of friends and classmates.

Kyoko raised an eyebrow. "A surprise? This can't be good." She didn't miss how Junko had said that the surprise was a “he,“ not an “it.“ Many nods of agreement were shown by her classmates such as Aoi, Sakura, Hifumi and Sayaka.

"I don't know about this..." Aoi muttered, not exactly feeling like the fashionista was trustworthy enough. "For all we know, you could be kidnapping us and trying to sell our organs or something!" She accused wildly.

Junko had an unimpressed look on her face. "...Seriously?" She had asked the swimmer, making her blush and put her head down. "I'm not like that idiot Hagakure, alright!? I can pay off my debts by my own self, no organs needed!" She told the swimmer.

"Hey! I resent that statement!" You know who said this.

"But it's not untrue, is it?" Celestia questioned sweetly, almost mockingly. "We know of your... lack of experience in being smart and capable with your money so it's not as if what Junko had said was a lie." She told the clairvoyant, making him scratch his head.

The older boy was confused. "...Eh? What does that mean?"

Mondo and Taka facepalmed at the same time. "Never mind, don't even bother to explain anything to him." Mondo said, making Taka nod in agreement.

Chihiro lifted her hand up. "U-Um, where's Makoto...?" She asked softly, wondering where her friend was. Everybody was here except for the Luckster, which was odd to her.

Sayaka frowned at the mention of the missing boy. "Yes, where is he...?" Her questioning gaze directed towards Junko who only gave her a wide smile. "Is he not called up with us too?"

Junko shrugged. "Guess you'll have to find out for yourselves. Now come on! Don't be such late losers, will ya!?" She prompted them to follow her, which after some time of considering, they all had done so.

Arriving at the gymnasium, the wide and huge building seemed to be empty, not a person seemed to be in sight. They had all stood in the middle as Junko tapped on her wristwatch and begun pacing.

"Shit! Where the heck is he! God damn it!" She cursed, making her classmates raise an eyebrow at her language.

"...Is there something wrong, Junko-chan?" Mukuro questioned, not used to seeing her sister in a bothered mood like this.

"Shut up, sis!" Junko shouted, making Mukuro stay quiet without much emotion on her face. "You're gonna thank me for this surprise later so at least be quiet!"

"Thank you for what?" Leon questioned. "For having us stand here like a bunch of dumbasses?"

Byakuya scoffed. "At least the monkey knows..." Thankfully, Leon didn't catch wind of what he had just said because if he did, a brawl would've sparked between them.

Sakura crossed her arms. "I fail to see where's the surprise in this, Enoshima." Her unamused tone of voice had echoed throughout the building.

She shot a nasty look at the martial artist. "Jeez, calm it, will ya!? If this guy would actually be on time for fuckin' onc—" She was interrupted by the loud sounds of the gymnasium's door being slammed open.

"S-Sorry, I'm late!" Said a familiar voice, out of breath as they began running towards the group.

They had all turned around and one by one, their eyes lit up at the sight of the person running towards them. Running towards them at full speed in his iconic hoodie, jeans and red sneakers was none other than—

"Makoto!" Sayaka cheered out loud.

"Yo, dude!" Yasuhiro waved, dreadlocks swaying side to side as he shook his hands back and forth.

"Sup!" Mondo and Taka said at the same time.

"Naegi-kun..." Kyoko whispered, a hint of delight in her voice.

"Hmph, so he arrived after all..." Byakuya spoke, face somewhat softening at the sight of the boy.

"I-It's t-that I-idiot's brother..." Toko stuttered, not expecting the boy to run towards them.

"Makoto! Come here!" Chihiro and Aoi said at once.

"There you are, Makoto." Sakura spoke, glad to see the short boy wasn't hurt or anything.

"N-Naegi-k-kun..." A blush was present on Mukuro's face as her crush was running towards her.

"Mr. Naegi has finally made his grand entrance!" Hifumi shouted loudly.

"My, my... Here he comes." Celestia briefly said, bracing herself for the arrival of her knight.

"Yo, dude! What's up!" Leon waved at his friend as he had finally arrived.

Makoto halted quickly, stopping just in time so that he wouldn't crash into any of them. "S...Sorry I'm...late... I...was stopped...by a teacher..." He spoke in between breaths, trying to regain it as quickly as possible. "Something...about putting rocks in someone's locker..."

Leon's eyebrows widened. "Wait, hold up, dude... You're telling me that you of all people got questioned about putting rocks in someone's locker?" He asked, not believing that somebody could possibly think Makoto's the type of person to do that.

"Y-Yeah..." The boy embarrassingly said. "I don't know why though... I didn't even went near that guy's locker ever since I've been inside this school!" He puffed out loud.

"Talk about rotten luck..." Yasuhiro remarked, making almost everyone nod at him. The shorter boy blushed as he was reminded of his talent for being fortunately unfortunate.

"It's a-alright, though." The boy reassured. "I've got it handled already so—" He was cut off by a familiar, feminine growl coming from behind the group.

"Y-You...!" Junko stalked towards the boy, making his eyes widen as he instinctively stepped back. "You tardy bastard! Who do you think you are, huh!?" She grabbed the boy by his hoodie, shaking him aggressively as he tried stopping her.

"W-Wait, Junko stop!" He pleaded to the fashionista, to no avail.

"If you're gonna have an important thing to do on a certain date, at least be on time, you cheeky bugger!" She shouted at the boy, making him cover his ears.

"Junko, stop!" Sayaka shouted, pulling her away from the ahoge-haired boy. "You're hurting him!" She said angrily towards the model, not liking the fact that Junko was aggressively manhandling Makoto.

She shot a look towards the idol, but the blue haired girl sent one of her own. Makoto, noticing the silent stare-off between the two, coughed lightly and started to make small talk.

"U-Um, so about that..." He started, making Junko break eye-contact with the idol to look at the boy. "S-Sorry, Junko. I didn't realize that I was late... Once I realized that, I ran over here as soon as possible." He explained, bowing apologetically as he told the model of what happened.

The model stayed quiet with a frown on her lips, so he continued. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to be late." He bowed once more, apologizing for his late entrance.

"There's no need to apologize, Naegi-kun." Kyoko had said from the group. "You didn't do anything wrong. Enoshima-san here is just being overdramatic, that's all." She didn't know why the boy would apologize for something wasn't even his fault, but she guessed that's just the way Makoto was.

Many nods and murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the group and building. Aoi expressed her support of Kyoko's statement, followed by many other students.

"Yeah, don't apologize, Makoto! Junko is just being... Junko." Aoi's comment made Junko shot a look at the swimmer, but the swimmer just looked away, ignoring the look.

"..." Junko was quiet, a frown on her lips clearly stated that she was unhappy with this.

Makoto scratched his head. "U-Um, am I forgiven or...?" He kind of wanted to get it over with already, but if Junko was still in a bad mood, he can't do what he was supposed to do in the first place.

"...What are you saying? Of course you're forgiven!" Junko suddenly exclaimed, a wide smile on her face as she put the boy in a headlock, making him blush at how close he was to her...chest.

Suddenly, the mood was in a mixture of joyful ambiance, yet chillingly scary as the boys of the group smiled at the two while the girls shot scathing looks at the fashionista who simply smirked at their salty expressions.

Kyoko clenched her fist and shot Junko an ice-cold glare while Sayaka crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the model. Aoi pouted with an unhappy look on her face as Celestia only shot a wicked and deadly fake smile at the blonde.

Mukuro, however, felt a very minute feeling of annoyance and anger at her sister. For once in her life, she wanted to pull her knife out on her sister but the feeling quickly disappeared as she buried it deep down. She still had a somewhat disapproving look on her face as she looked at the shorter boy and her sister.

"Now! For the thing that we came here for." Junko said as she lead Makoto away from the group, making the wonder what the two were doing. "I wanted everybody here to participate in what I call a test of strength!" She proclaimed boldly.

"Eh? A test of strength? This is a piece of cake for me!" Mondo uttered cockily, somewhat excited that he'd be able to show off.

"I agree. A test of strength shows a person's physical strength, one of the most important things a human could have." Sakura said, a tiny smile on her lips as she rose to the challenge.

"What? But I just came back from baseball practice...my arms are sore as heck!" Leon whined, rubbing his arms as he circled his shoulders.

"I have no time for this. I'm leaving." Byakuya said before he turned around and left, only to stop as he was called by Celestia.

The gambler covered her mouth. "Oh? I didn't know that the heir of the Togami Corporation is...a weakling." She said in that sickeningly sweet tone of voice, mocking the heir as she smiled.

He turned around almost immediately, insulted at what she had just said. "Weakling? Who are you talking to like that? Because I know for certain that it isn't me." He coldly stated, narrowing his eyes at the gambler.

She shrugged, unbothered by the heir's glare. "I'm just saying that someone who isn't a weakling wouldn't opt out of a physical challenge, that is all." She fiddled with her nails as she set the bait, pretending to not be interested in the blonde's reaction.

"...You know what? Fine. I'll stay here and prove my strength to you. Maybe then all this rubbish that comes out of your foul mouth of me being a weakling would finally cease." He crossed his arms as he walked back towards the group, making them surprised that he took the bait.

"Hmm, very well." Hook, line and sinker, the Ultimate Gambler thought to herself.

Junko scowled. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" She shouted as they all turned to to look at her startlingly. "I know that you're all shitting your pants, waiting to prove how tough and macho you are, but there's only gonna be one participant here! The rest will be the weight that said participant will carry!" She explained loudly, annoyance at her classmates' eagerness present in her voice.

"Just one? Who is it gonna be, I wonder...?" Hifumi placed his hand on his glasses as he posed.

Mondo lifted his hand. "It'll have to be me, of course! Look at my gains here and here and here and here—" He was stopped from his non-stop flexing as Taka patted him on the back.

"I think that's enough gloating, bro! With that said, it has to be my bro here! I mean, look at his body! That's a true man's physique right there!" The prefect hyped his friend up, making the biker give him a high five.

Aoi protested. "No way! I mean, no offense, Mondo, but it surely has to be Sakura! She's strong enough to lift a tank with one hand if she wanted to! She's a real life Wonder Woman!" The swimmer said, making her martial artist friend smile at her enthusiasm.

"I'm no such person, Hina... But thank you for the kind words anyway." Sakura smiled.

"No, it's me!"

"No, it's Sakura!"

"It has to be my bro! Of course, I mean no disrespect, Sakura!"

"I'm not offended, Taka."

"Stop this shit! It's neither of you!" Junko screamed, her hands in her hair as she was seconds away from ripping it all out. "It's Makoto “Herbivore Boy“ Naegi!" She pointed at the Luckster who only had a surprised look on his face at being put on the spot.

"Wait, him!?" Mondo shouted, surprised that the short boy was the one doing the lifting.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Have you seen how heavy each of us are?" Leon questioned the model. "I mean, no offense, Makoto, but I don't think you can even lift a box full of books! Let alone people on the...heavier side like we are." He shot a quick glance at a certain rotund boy before he looked away once more.

Yeah, I won't take offense to that, surely... Makoto deadpanned in his head.

"I have to agree." Sayaka said, unintentionally making the boy feel even worse. "No way Makoto can lift up people like Sakura or Mondo! Let alone about fifteen of us." She protested, not liking what the model had in mind for the lucky boy.

Junko clicked her tongue and grinned. "Tch, and that's where you're wrong, Hatsune Miku!" She pointed at the idol while the idol had a blank look on her face at being called that. "Our dearest lucky boy here is stronger than you think! Speaking of which..." She looked behind her as her gazed aimed towards Makoto.

"Why are you not shirtless yet!?" She said loudly, making some in the group gasp at what she had just said.

"W-Whoa, I didn't know we were about to see an adult-rated movie starring Naegi-chi and Enoshima..." Yasuhiro wiped his nose, feeling a bit hot on the spot.

"O-Oh...~ that's a daring thing to do in front of all us, Mister Naegi! You're sure you'd like an audience?" Hifumi said, trying to muster up all perverted ideas for future references.

"Um, excuse me... WHAT!?" Aoi shouted, blushing at what the blonde had just said.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow with a tinge of red on her cheeks. She wanted to see where this was going... For r-reasons, alright!?

Sayaka blushed. "W-Wha—!?"

Meanwhile, Kyoko only placed her hand on her chin, wondering where this will lead. She didn't have anything perverted in mind, mind you!

Celestia only giggled, delighted at the prospect of seeing her knight shirtless. If Junko was doing this for a reason, then surely it'd have to be a pretty fun one.

"Do I really have to?" Makoto whined. "I mean, this hoodie is already good enough, right?" He asked the model, although he wasn't really expecting her to change her mind.

Junko placed her hands on her hips, ready to scold the short boy. "If I wanted you to come in here with clothes on, I would've dressed you up by my damn self!" She told the Luckster. "Now, either you get your body out of that cursed hoodie, or I'll drag you out of it myself!"

Makoto sighed, not wanting to do it, but knowing that he had no option, begun unzipping his hoodie as some of the group began murmuring in anticipation.

Byakuya smirked. "Hmph, so it's Naegi who has to do the heavy-lifting, huh? Well, how about a bet, Celeste?" He challenged the Ultimate Gambler, feeling cocky now that Makoto is the one that has to carry them.

"Oh? A bet, you say? Well, I'd have to hear the details first." She replied, interested in what the heir had to say.

"I'll bet you ten million yen that Naegi will fail to lift a single person. How does that sound?" He goaded the girl into accepting the bet, unknowingly digging his own grave.

Celestia only covered her mouth, somewhat excited at the prospect of earning that much money while also making a fool out of Byakuya. "Hmm, very well. I'll accept it." She knew that the heir's arrogance would be his downfall and that Makoto most likely will be able lift at least a person or two. She silently thanked her knight for making her ten million yen richer.

Byakuya had a sly smirk, thinking that this was easily the safest bet that he could ever make. Seriously, even if she's the Ultimate Gambler, it doesn't mean that she has to accept every bet. Still, her foolishness will only benefit him so he doesn't complain about it.

As they watched the boy unzip his hoodie, some were already surprised by the muscle definition that they could see from the little opening that they had. Makoto finally unzipped it fully and took it off, revealing a white tank top underneath with big, strong, veiny biceps poking out.

They could see an outline of his toned chest and abs through the shirt, instantly making the girls of the class blush up a storm at the Luckster's physique. Meanwhile, the boys of the group only cheered in surprise at the sudden reveal, excluding Byakuya who looked like he had knew that he lost a bet.

"Whoa! Damn, Naegi-chi! You're freaking buff!" Yasuhiro shouted.

Chihiro blushed. "M-Makoto..." She wasn't sure how her friend had gotten like this, but she couldn't help but feel proud and admiration at the ahoge-haired boy's muscular body.

Leon only stared in admiration and jealousy at the same time. "Y-Yeah, dude...holy shit... My arms could never be that defined...!" He was honestly impressed, proud and envious of the boy's physique.

"Hahahaha! My boy has been hitting the gym!? Why didn't you say so!? I would've joined you as well!" Mondo clapped loudly, a look of proudness in his eyes as he looked at the boy's body.

Taka pumped his fist. "Indeed! Makoto, you have developed yourself a real man's physique! I'm extremely proud of you, my friend!" He shouted as he too was surprised by the boy's sudden transformation.

"...." Byakuya couldn't say anything. Not because he was jealous of the boy's muscles or anything, but because he was sure that he had lost the bet almost immediately.

Hifumi adjusted his glasses. "Mister Naegi! Why didn't you tell me that you've been working out and gaining gains, going on swole mode!? I would've had you cosplayed as a fantasy hero for my upcoming work!" He exclaimed, not happy that Makoto has been hiding his body from him.

Makoto blushed at the compliments, nodding shyly as he received many of them from his various friends and classmates, with the exception of Byakuya who still looked like he just took a tough pill to swallow.

Meanwhile, the girls were blushing atomic red, nearly drooling and having nosebleeds at the sight of the boy. Sakura simply smiled, knowing that her and Aoi had something to do with the boy's physical transformation.

Aoi covered her blushing face as her legs quivered, feeling a bit hot down there. Sayaka was the same, fanning herself as she tried to get a grip so that she wouldn't jump the Luckster almost immediately.

Mukuro was bleeding from her nose as she drooled and had a giant red hue on her cheeks. She could physically feel herself slowly losing blood from her nose rapidly, but she couldn't care less as she ogled her crush's masculine and muscular physique.

Kyoko bit her gloved hand, shivering as she thought of the countless ways the boy could lift her up and bend her over and just do anything she wanted him to do. She could picture his cute face on his muscular body as he pounded into her heavi—

Celestia had a minor blush, but she kept her composure and only gave a smile at the Luckster, which the blushing boy returned. Looking to her side, she grinned at Byakuya who looked like he was seconds away from flipping her off.

Toko had many ideas on what to do, now that she had seen what Big Mac is really all about. She could write a thousand books on this! What would the subject be? Would it be her master and the lucky boy getting it in together? Or would she write a book about her idiot friend and her brother getting it together in a hot, incestuous mome—

Junko whistled. "Never gets old, seeing your body like this." She tapped his abs with her hands, making some of the girls swoon at how solid it was. "Anyways, first group that goes up has to be the girls! Y'know, to make lucky boy save some stamina and all." She grinned.

The girls all collectively thanked the fashionista in their heads for allowing them to go first while the boys of the group looked on, interested in how the entire game will play out.

Makoto only sighed, wondering what he did in his past lives to deserve this. Junko immediately hopped on top of him, making him yelp as he got a hold of her and gripped her tightly, effectively carrying her.

"Woohoo! You see, THAT'S how you carry a woman!" The gyaru cheered loudly as the girls immediately shot deadly, scathing looks at her. "Yeah~ C'mon, baby..." She seductively whispered as she began grinding on him, making him blush beet red.

"J-Junko!?"

She pouted. "Aww, c'mon! Don't be like that, momma was just getting excited..." She told him before she took a hold of his head and pulled it into her cleavage, making him feel all of her boob-a-licious glory. As the boys were either excited, horrified or blushing at the act, the girls had a completely different reaction.

Mukuro brandished her knife instinctively, a cold scowl on her face, feeling a dangerously high feeling swelling up in her chest that had told her to protect her man and to take out any whore near him. As she realized what she was doing, she stored her knife back, but still scowled at her younger sister.

Kyoko, with a cold, blank gaze that would've burned a hole through any material, had tightened her gloves, ready to pimp slap a bitch that had needed to be slapped. And right now, every part of her body was telling her that Junko NEEDED to get slapped.

Sayaka looked like she was about to choke the soul and despair out of Junko, seeing her crush being, quite literally, crushed under those damned boobs of hers. So what if Junko's chest was bigger? Makoto was probably an ass man himself, right? Right...?

Aoi had cracked her knuckles and stretched her neck, looking like she was ready to go to war for the first time in her life. Junko may be surprisingly quite good at fighting, but she was training with the Ultimate Martial Artist herself! No way she could lose...

Celestia flashed her long, black nails, looking like a female, gothic Freddy Krueger that was ready to put a certain girl to sleep and never wake her up. She briefly fantasized about slicing away at the blonde girl, injuring her quite badly, before she regained her composure and only sent the girl a scathing look.

Junko only looked back at the girls and sent them a mocking smile, clutching Makoto's head further. Makoto, now out of breath and blushing up a storm, pulled away from her cleavage, gasping for air as if he had just swam through the fashionista's boobs.

"O-Okay, I think that's enough now!" Taka shouted stutteringly, blushing as he looked at the lewd acts the two were doing.

"Aww, fine..." Junko, having had a taste of the oozing despair from her female classmates, hopped off Makoto. "Any bitches or gentlemen that want to have a piece of this stud, step right up now! Ladies first, of course!" She announced loudly, her booming voice echoing throughout the building.

The girls, seeing an opportunity to get carried by Makoto, had immediately entered a stare-off with each other, not wanting to wait their turn. During the time that they were trying to kill each other with their eyes, Junko had already chose and announced the next girl.

"Hmmm...You!" She pointed at a certain programmer.

"M-Me?" Chihiro said while pointing at herself, blushing quite hard.

Junko nodded. "Yeah, you! Come over here and get a taste of this carnivorous-herbivorous man-stud!" She waved her hand towards the boy as he scratched his head. "You know you want to~" She goaded the programmer, making her blush beet red before she slowly walked towards the boy.

Chihiro!? All the girls, excluding Toko and Sakura, thought at the same time.

As the programmer shyly walked towards the boy, the lucky student simply flashed a gentle, comforting smile. Chihiro blushed at the sight of the smile, but stepped forward again and again, finally reaching the Luckster.

"So, uh... You ready?" Makoto asked, not wanting to take his friend out of her comfort zone.

She simply nodded, reaching up around Makoto's neck as the boy lifted her up into a bridal style carry. She felt safe around the boy's hold like this so she simply blushed even deeper as Makoto carried her without any trouble.

"Damn, Makoto!" Leon boldly shouted. "Such a ladies man, ain't ya? I'm kind of jealous..." The baseball star teased his friend, but he was lowkey feeling envious at the same time.

Makoto had a tiny blush, but laughed it off. "Don't be saying things like that, Leon..." Meanwhile, Chihiro had suddenly frowned and buried her head into the boy's chest. If only they knew what I really am...

After a few more seconds, Makoto gently lowered the programmer onto her feet, making sure to not even harm a single hair or cell on her. Mondo and Taka clapped loudly at how gentlemanly he was treating her, making him blush.

"There. Was that fun?" He asked the programmer, to which he simply got a joyful smile and a nod out of her. He smiled back, content that his friend was happy. "Good." He stared at her retreating figure before being interrupted by Junko.

"Ugh!" Junko blanched. "Enough of this romantic shit! Makoto, this time YOU choose who to carry. Remember, girls only for now!" She waved a finger around the boy's face as she gave him the choice to pick whoever he wanted to.

"M-Me!?" He could've swore that he had seen the girls faces lit up in hopes and expectations.

"Yeah, you! Who else around here that you know of who is five foot three and buff as heck, carrying people around like you are!?" She said, reminding him of a drill sergeant.

He shook his head, trying to pick a girl in the group in front of him. As he pondered over this, all of the girls had suddenly gave him puppy eyes, making him turn away as he realized that this decision was harder than it needed to be.

"...Well..? Who is it? You can't just stay quiet for no reason!" Junko shouted, getting a bit too irritated now.

Makoto sighed, finally picking his decision. "...Kirigiri-san," The detective's eyes brightened immensely. "You first." As the girls all shot dirty looks at the lilac haired girl, she simply smirked at them and adjusted her jacket, playing it cool.

"Of course, he picks his future wife..." Leon commented sarcastically, not aware that he had just sparked many death-inducing glares that were aimed at him by the girls.

Makoto's cheeks had a red hue at the comment, but he didn't refute it. The Ultimate Detective had noticed this and smiled, shooting the salty girls behind her a quick mocking glance before she stopped right in front of the boy.

"Well, I'm here now, Naegi-kun..." Now claim me in front of all these people~

She didn't say that out loud, of course. Makoto nods, with red hue still on his cheeks, and lowered himself, wrapping his arm around her legs and the other around her back before he carried her bridal style.

"Hmm, stable grip, decent stamina and you're not strained by my weight." She commented, smiling as she said so. "Excellent work as always, Naegi-kun." She complimented her partner, initiating a smile from the boy.

"I will always do my best for you, Kirigiri-san!" He proclaimed boldly, making her blush a little as she nodded.

"Oh, jeez, get a room already!" Leon shouted from the group, prompting the boys to laugh with him and the girls to deepen their scowl.

Meanwhile, Mukuro was honestly seconds away from dumping Leon's body at the local river if he kept commenting on how close Makoto and Kyoko were.

Feeling a bit bold, Makoto slowly swayed side to side with Kyoko in his arms, trying to impress his friend. This had worked since she gave him a rare instance of laughter, making him smile widely as he heard her soft, joyful giggles echoed throughout the building.

The boys of the class aww'd at the moment while the the girls that have a crush on Makoto was seething, frothing out the mouth as if they were poisoned by an extremely lethal substance.

After a few moments of that, Makoto slowly placed Kyoko down, giving her as much care and gentle attention as he did with Chihiro. She nods at him and he gave one back as she retreated into the group, face showing that she was extremely content with what had just happened.

Junko, seeing that Makoto's choices gave more despair, decided to allow him to choose one more time. "Well, that was cute and all, but we still got like thirteen other people here. Chop, chop, Makoto! Hurry up and pick your poison." She grinned as she forced the boy to choose once again.

"I have to pick again!?"

She rolled her eyes. "You have to pick for as long as I tell you to pick! Now hurry up!" She ordered the boy as she rushes him.

"Ugh, fine..." This time, he didn't need to think hard about his choice. "Come here, Sayaka." He called the blue haired girl, making her smile as she nearly ran over to the boy.

"I'm here!" She was all up in his face within a second.

"Whoa!" Makoto exclaimed in surprise. "Uh, I can see that..." He wondered how she could just seemingly teleport at times. She's kind of like a superheroine, now that he thought about it.

"Well, it's because I have superpowers." She bluntly said.

"Wh—!?"

"I'm psychic." She said once more, not allowing the boy to even comprehend what's happening.

"I—Uh...?"

She smiled widely. "Just kidding! I just have good intuition... Now are you gonna carry me or not?" She eagerly asked, making the boy remember what he was here for.

"O-Okay, here we g—"

"Nope!" She interrupted him abruptly. "I want you to carry me...like THIS!" She hopped on him as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, “accidentally“ clutching her butt.

"W-Wha—! SAYAKA!"

She grinned at him. "Wow, your muscles are well defined, Makoto..." She circled his chest with her finger, making him blush and nearly everybody envious. "You've clearly been working hard, haven't you?" Not able to say much, he could only nod sheepishly, hands still wrapped around her butt.

"D-Damn..." Leon shook his head as he sighed, giving up on trying to have Sayaka for himself. He mentally told himself that Makoto was the winner of this competition, even if he didn't know that said competition existed.

Yasuhiro whistled. "Ultimate Lucky Student indeed..." He remarked, making Leon and the girls feel even worse.

Mondo had an impressed look at what he had just seen while Taka covered his eyes, unwilling to taint his eyes with more debauchery. Hifumi only grinned like a pervert while Byakuya was slowly regaining control over the fact that he had lost the bet for like the forth time in a row.

Sayaka shot a look at the girls that hadn't been carried by Makoto and one at Junko. The girls were indignant of the idol's look while Junko only shrugged and grinned.

He lowered the idol down as he was used to, blushing as she winked at him and walked away, swaying her hips from side to side as he could only look at the fine booty stupidly.

"Sheesh," Junko remarked. "I didn't know that Miku here had it in her... Anyway!" She continued on. "I think that I'm just going to allow you to pick whoever you want from now on, UNLESS I have a better idea. Go ahead again, Makoto."

Gulping at the idea of having more of THAT happen to him, he shook his head as he looked at the crowd of girls, just waiting to be picked up and carried like a princess. Or a slut, depending on who was being carried.

"...Ikusaba-san, you're—" Before he knew it, the soldier was already in front of him, even faster than Sayaka was.

"Here!"

"OH MY GO—!" Makoto's heart briefly stopped for a second.

She smiled. "Now, Naegi-kun!" She eagerly, almost uncharacteristically, jumped into the boy's arms, not allowing him time to even get ready before he had to wrap his arms around her body and carry her.

"G-Guh! Give me a w-warning next time, Ikusaba-san!" He exclaimed loudly, taken off-guard by the soldier jumping onto him.

She had cuddled, almost purred into his chest as the huge tinge of red on her face was all that people could see of her face. Makoto, blushing heavily, wondered if he should do anything about this or not.

"Hehehehe! Mukuro-nee, you sly dog! Or rather, you sly wolf!" Junko joked, teasing her older sister. "Can't even wait for bedtime, can you?" She said loudly, but the soldier was perfectly content in the boy's arms, ignoring her sister for once.

She began trailing her hand all over his chest and even rubbed various spots, making Makoto feel like this was Deja Vu, yet with Mukuro instead. As her hand slowly grazed over his skin, she had reached his nipples and hovered her hand over it before looking up expectantly at the boy.

Makoto, despite blushing intensely, couldn't resist the girl's pleading eyes and sighed, nodding to give her permission. Smiling at the go-ahead, she slowly rubbed his nipples in circles through the fabric before she pinched it, making him squeal.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Mondo burst out in laughter at the situation.

Taka, despite not liking that the game had turned somewhat inappropriate, had a huge smile threatening to crack as he held in his laughter. Yasuhiro was coughing up his lungs while Byakuya simply looked to the side, unamused.

Leon tried his best to hold his laughter in with his hands, but he only turned tomato red as the laughter overwhelmed his self-control and he started squeezing his stomach to stop his non-stop cackling.

Hifumi and Toko were both writing down the situation in their empty notepads, insanely perverted looks on their face as they realized that they had just been given fresh material for a new project.

Meanwhile, the girls, even the ones that already had their turn with Makoto, scowled and started to look for something to throw at the soldier, barring Junko who looked like she was astonished at what her older sister just did.

"Y-You squeezed his nipples, too...!?" Junko trailed off, for once actually being shocked and surprised by her boring sister. "...M-Maybe you truly ARE my sister..." She said in a somewhat happy manner, finally coming to the conclusion that Mukuro was indeed her biological and spiritual sister.

Makoto was honestly too embarrassed to even look at any of his friends. "N-Ngh...!" He looks away from Mukuro's soft gaze as she was off in her own world, doing whatever she wanted to to his poor nipples.

Eventually, after holding her for at least more than thirty seconds, Makoto informed the soldier that he was going to put her down. The soldier didn't even register everything that had just happened, sighing dreamily as she was placed on her two feet once more.

She cracked her eyes open widely as she finally realized what she had just done with her crush, instantly bowing and apologizing rapidly to the shorter boy.

"I-I'm s-sorry, N-Naegi-kun! Please f-forgive me!" She apologized profusely and rapidly bowed, even kneeling in front of the shorter boy as she begged for forgiveness.

"I-It's fine, Ikusaba-san." He put an end to her nonstop apologies, making her blush extremely hard as she walked back to the group ashamedly, yet more than content with what just happened.

Junko had a look of pride aimed at her sister as she gave thumbs up to the soldier for pinching the poor boy's nipples. The soldier didn't notice the gesture as she was busy mentally beating herself up for taking things too far, ironically not aware of her sister's pride in her.

"That was nice, Mukuro-nee!" Junko clapped. "Now, onto the next person. Please pick your choice, Buffkoto Naegi!" She gave him a nickname, making him sigh as he picked the next girl.

"Um..." His eyes darted all over the group of girls before finally settling his gaze on one. "Hina, you're next." The swimmer smiled widely before she jogged on towards the lucky boy.

A blush graced across the girl's face, a mixture of red with brown skin as she stood in front of the boy. Smiling awkwardly, she felt her heart flutter as the boy gave a warm smile back, a soft expression on his now masculine face.

"U-Um..."

Makoto cuts in. "You know, I have to thank you a lot, Hina." She blinked a few times as he continued. "If it wasn't for you and Sakura dragging me to your physical activities, I wouldn't have ever achieved this physique by myself." He spoke truthfully.

She blushed harder, shyly looking away. "I-I didn't do much, Naegi-kun..." She said, not sure if she could look into his eyes any longer without melting into a puddle. He smiled. "It's true! If you and Sakura didn't bother to even invite me, I would've stayed scrawny and frail for almost my entire life." He reassured her, turning her fully red in the face. "And I'll thank you for that...by doing this!"

She yelped as he scooped her up into his arms, feeling his toned biceps against her body as she was carried by the lucky boy. Covering her face in embarrassment, she whimpered as Makoto laughed at her, despite blushing himself.

She turned to the side and she nearly swallowed her tongue as she realized that Celestia was shooting her a malicious glare while Toko fiddled her fingers together in a perverted manner. The rest of the girls, to her surprise, did not seem too angry, but they weren't happy either. Kyoko had a neutral look, Sayaka also had the same, but a bit more emotive while Mukuro was still in a stupor as Junko tried talking to her.

"U-Um, Makoto..." He raised an eyebrow wondering what the girl had to say. "...H-How about you carry me like you did Kyoko, huh!?" She blurted out suddenly, embarrassed at her request. The boy, to his credit, nods in understanding and swayed her from side to side, even walking around for a moment to show her his strength and endurance.

Aoi couldn't help but blush heavily at the sight of the veins on the boy's arms. She wondered how it would feel to have those huge, strong arms wrapped around her big, soft breas—

"Aaand, that's it for you, Hina." He lowered her down on the floor, ending the mini-ride that she was enjoying in his arms. "If you want more of that carrying train, you'll have to work out with me a lot more." He winked, making her realize that she was actually getting wet...and not from sweat or swimming.

"U-Um..." She stumbled on her words, not knowing that to really say to the boy that she had a huge crush on. "...I'd like that. T-Thank you for the ride, Makoto..." She said as she quietly walked back to the group, trying to make sure that nobody noticed a wet patch down there.

Celestia immediately raised her hand. "I volunteer for this one." She spoke curtly and walked over almost immediately, not allowing Junko or Makoto to even choose.

Hifumi blinked. "E-Eh? Miss Ludenberg, are you sur—!?" He immediately slammed his mouth shut as the Gambler shot a fatal look at him, sweat dripping down from his eyebrows at the intensity of the gaze.

"Jeez, that damn loon is pretty damn fierce when she wants something..." Mondo mumbled, not wanting to have the attention of the gothic girl aimed towards him. Taka, despite not approving of his bro's language, couldn't help but silently nod in agreement.

Celestia stopped in front of Makoto as they looked at each other in the eyes, the boy scratching his head. "U-Um, are you sure about this, Celeste?" He asked. "I know that you don't like physical activities too much, not to mention that I'm somewhat sweaty already..." He warned her, making her give a tiny smile at the boy's thoughtfulness.

She simply shook her head. "It's fine, Makoto. I wouldn't want to be carried by anybody else other than my favorite B-rank, even if he's sweaty." She pat her thighs for a bit before she stepped in closer. "Now...carry me gently, my knight~" She said in that low voice of hers, making him gulp before he nods.

He replied. "Your wish is my command, My Lady." He wrapped his arm around her back and the other on the back of her knee before he carried her efficiently, not even phased by her weight.

Celestia only sighed, content in being in her knight's arms. Hifumi had spluttered loudly, baffled at the display between the two, but she ignored him as she gently brushed Makoto's stray hair out of his face, seeing his hazel eyes in their full color.

"I trust that I'm not too heavy?" She questioned, knowing the answer, yet still wanting her crush to to say it. He nods. "Nope! Not at all. It fits you, you know..." He trailed off, not sure where he was going with that line of thinking. She raised an eyebrow, amused at what he had just said. "Oh? What does?"

"I, uh... I-I didn't mean anything offensive, if that's what you were thinking." He quickly explained, not wanting to have his eyeballs clawed out by the girl in his arms. She smiled, clearly amused by how flustered her knight was. "I jest, Makoto." She told him, clearing away all his worries instantly.

Looking at the group of boys, her red eyes had specifically targeted a certain heir, rubbing the salt in the wound as she gave a mocking look towards the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, liking how he had looked away out of anger and annoyance. She wondered if the bet would be multiplied now that Makoto had lifted almost every girl in the group, barring Toko.

She tapped Makoto's cheeks with her long fingernails. "I fear that our time here has come to an end, Makoto. You may let me down gently, now." She instructed the boy who only nodded in understanding at her command. He gave her as much care as he did with Kyoko and Chihiro, going an extra mile to even place his hand under her heels so that she would be stable.

"Dude, seriously?" Mondo asked, baffled that the short boy would do such thing. "I mean, I'm a follower of the gentleman code myself, but I ain't ever placed my hands down for a girl to step on it with her heels..." He said, not sure if even HE would do that for a girl.

Celestia smirked. "And that's where you fall short, Mondo." She bluntly replied. "That's where most of you fall short whereas Makoto stands victorious. He takes extra caution and care for the wellbeing of his lady, even willing to put his physical health on the line just for his lady's satisfaction. That right there, is what a true gentleman is like for me." She explained to the group of boys who listened attentively.

Mondo grumbled, something about not “fucking his hands up for some crazy chick“ while Taka was wondering if he should follow Makoto's examples. Leon and Hiro had looked disturbed while Hifumi nearly shed a tear at the fact that he wasn't good enough for the Ultimate Gambler.

Makoto sheepishly smiled, hiding the pain in his hands behind his smiling expression as he shook his hands quickly, trying to get the feeling of pain away as soon as possible so that he wouldn't injure his hands anytime soon. Celestia walked back to the group elegantly, looking smug as she stared off all the girls who had looked somewhat envious that Makoto would be willing to place his hands under her heels just to satisfy her.

Byakuya scoffed. "Tch, I can be far more gentlemanly than Naegi there could ever hope to be." He said saltily, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was mad at the lost bet.

"I believe you have lost this bet for almost the eighth time already?" Celestia questioned smugly. "I'd keep quiet if I wasn't a winner, which in this case, you certainly are not one, Byakuya." She spoke bluntly, making the heir look away as he seethed in silence.

"B-Bitch..." Toko mumbled, hearing Celestia verbally annihilating her beloved master.

Junko had finally finished speaking with Mukuro and decided to get back into the game. "Alright! Now who's left? Is it that bookworm over there?" She pointed at Toko who yelped at being called out, covering her head with her hands. "Hey, you! Get over here and get that skinny ass carried!" Junko shouted at the author.

"L-Leave me alone, b-bitch!" She shouted back, not wanting to be carried by her idiot friend's brother, even if he was in good shape. "I d-don't w-want this s-shit!" She stuttered, not even really putting up a decent fight.

"If you don't get over here right now, I'll tell Komaru what you've been using as reference material!" Junko ominously threatened, a huge grin on her face. "You wouldn't want that, would you...?" She said lowly as the author's eyes widened in panic and fear.

"Y-You w-wouldn't d-dare!" She pointed back at the model, seemingly scared at potentially having her reference material leaked to her friend. "S-She would n-never b-believe you o-over m-me!" the author had tried arguing back, but a quick look at Junko's face made her realize that the model truly had her cornered.

"Oh...?" Junko raised an eyebrow, a smug smirk on her face. "You dare to find out?" All of a sudden, she pulled out a flash drive out of her pockets which Toko seemed to recognize, judging by how her eyes widened in trepidation and her chest began heaving rapidly. "N-N-N-NO!" The bespectacled girl shouted in panic as the boys and the girls who were clueless about what was happening looked on in confusion and interest. "F-Fine! I-I'll do it... I'll b-be c-carried by t-that I-idiot..." She said sadly, the fact that she was completely and utterly screwed finally dawned to her.

The blonde smiled. "Shit, Toko! That's all you had to say!" She placed the flash drive back in her pocket as the author reluctantly walked over towards Makoto who looked extremely confused at what was happening.

"What the fuck was that...?" Mondo whispered, feeling somewhat scared and mostly confused at how Junko had ambiguously threatened Toko with just her words.

Leon leaned over. "Dude, it's best if we don't get involved... It's probably some nasty shit inside that hard drive that Toko don't want us to know about." He whispered back, nearly flinching as the author glanced back at him angrily before walking sadly once more.

Taka whispered. "Blackmail is not allowed within the school grounds..." He softly said, not wanting to be caught by Junko out of fear of being blackmailed next.

Hifumi had lewd look on his face. "Maybe she can slide me some of her reference material in the future..." His legs quivered as he thought about the potential adult-rated works inside of the flash drive. Leon only shot him a dirty and disturbed look before looking forward once more.

Toko arrived in front of the boy who was standing there awkwardly, scratching his head as he wiped some sweat away from his forehead. Toko glanced at his body for a quick second before she crossed her arms and blushed, looking pretty cute if he was actually honest.

Sadly, the girl opened her mouth. "D-Don't s-stare at m-me like t-that, p-pervert!" She pointed at the boy who blinked a few times. "W-What? I-is my f-foul s-stench hurting y-your e-eyes or s-something!?" Makoto only sighed, feeling a minuscule of annoyance bubbling up within him for the first time today.

"Toko... Let's just get this over with. I know that you'd rather be anywhere but here with me, so how about we just speed things up?" Makoto offered, igniting a surprised reaction from the girl in front of him.

"S-So b-bold..." She said, looking somewhat absent-minded as she looked away. "F-Fine! I-If my b-body o-odor is h-hurting you s-so m-much, just c-carry me a-and g-get it over w-with...!" She shot a dirty look towards the model besides her who only replied with a simple grin. "A-and h-hold y-your b-breath too, while y-you're a-at it..."

"Finally, she understands...." Byakuya snarked out loud from the crowd.

"J-Just d-do it, a-already!" Toko blurted out. Makoto, wanting to get this over with, immediately picked her up and carried her how he carried the previous girls before her. Unsurprisingly, her embarrassed demeanor turned into a lewd one as she had nearly drooled at the feeling of being carried by somebody muscular, one of her secret fantasies.

"H-Hehe—!" She giggled stutteringly, making everybody look at her in confusion while Makoto raised his eyebrow. "U-Usually, I'd n-never l-let a-anyone d-do this to m-me other t-than M-Master!" She said loudly, making everyone, especially the heir, groan out loud. "B-But... It is t-true a-after all..." She ambiguously trailed off, looking away as the blush consumed her face.

Makoto's eyebrow raised even higher as Toko looked back into his gaze once more. "T-The Naegis are i-idiots..." Makoto pursed his lips, not happy that he and his entire family was just insulted. Before he could protest, the girl continued with an even more lewd expression. "A-and f-fucking hot~" She said out of the blue, making the group and the boy carrying her widen their eyes and gasp out loud at what she had just said.

"What did she just...?" Mondo asked stupidly.

"Did she just really say that shit...?" Junko asked the question everybody had thought of.

Toko, realizing that she had said her true thoughts out loud, had started to have a panic attack, almost hyperventilating as one of her true secrets was out in the open. She had went from breathing quickly to slowly gasping for air before she passed out, entering the state of unconsciousness.

As they all stood there, looking stupid while the girl in Makoto's arms was knocked out, they could only stand there in silence as nobody even knew what to do. Not even Byakuya had a sarcastic or snarky comment to say out loud.

Junko cleared her throat, the first to gather her composure. "Well, we're taking a quick break, everybody! Book bitch here is knocked to dreamland and hunky lucky boy could use a rest. Quick break time!" She clapped loudly as everybody began to disperse, some immediately running to check on the unconscious author.

"Dude, what the hell is your workout routine? Do you eat dumbbells and carry boulders or some shit?" Leon asked the lucky student who was taking a break from the game, sweat trailing down his neck and torso.

Makoto smiled sheepishly. "Don't say it like I'm some super bodybuilder, dude." He shook his head. "I just train whenever I can, workout whenever I can, run or swim whenever I can, and I eat healthily. That's all." The boy explained simply, making the baseball star look at his physique in not-so-hidden envy and admiration.

"Yeah, “I just do things on a daily basis that most people can't even do on their best day, nothing special about that at all!“ Leon mocked, somewhat irritated that the boy was brushing it off like it was nothing.

"Seriously dude," Yasuhiro chimed in. "I couldn't even lift a single dumbbell to save my life! How you manage to get this buff AND be a ladies man is beyond me..." Hiro shook his head as Leon still felt the bitter L he took from when Makoto lifted Sayaka up by her fine ass.

"It's beyond all of us, dude..." Mondo said as Taka comforted his biker friend. "It seems that we're destined to be single losers while Makoto gets all the chicks. Life ain't fair, man..." The biker hung his head as the thought of not getting any girl to be with him stung him hard.

Makoto blushed. "Don't exaggerate, Mondo!" He retorted. "I don't get “all the chicks“ like you said, alright? They're just close friends..." The shorter boy said, making everybody in the vicinity face-palm and groan out loud at his denseness.

"He wouldn't know the definition of density if it had crashed into his face at full speed..." Byakuya commented, annoyed at the boy's entire existence at the moment.

Meanwhile, the girls were busy secretly taking photos of Makoto's body, snapping hundreds and even thousands of shots into their photo gallery. Their phone may be filled with nothing but photos of Makoto's toned biceps, abs and chest outline by the end of the day if they could have it their way.

Junko didn't bother taking any photos, having had the Luckster's physique memorized and ingrained inside of her photographic memory. And because she had already took around a thousand photos whenever Makoto thought that she wasn't looking at him.

Junko clapped her hands loudly. "Alright! Let's get back to work, buff boy!" She shouted towards Makoto who was leaning against a wall. "I know you still have a lot of gas in the tank! Show off how macho you are to the rest of these male side-characters by flexing those guns!" Her loud and bold, not to mention comical, comments made him wince as his friends stared blankly at being called side characters.

"Oh dear..."

With that said, Makoto and the group of boys walked back into the middle, reuniting with the girls of the class also. Toko was laying down unconscious at the nearest bench as she was recovering so she couldn't hear or see anything that happened onwards.

"Now! Pick one of these gentlemen here to be carried by you and you get to leave and see your family once more!" Junko grinned widely. "Isn't that such an amazing deal, Buffkoto?" She was intentionally pushing his buttons to get a reaction out of the boy.

Sakura frowned, wanting to mention that she was being skipped, but she stayed quiet out of mercy for the poor boy's shoulders and body.

"Can you please stop with the nicknames..." Makoto said, tired of being called all sorts of humorous or demeaning names in the span of one hour.

"Nope!" She grinned. "Now pick one, fast!" The model pointed at the group of boys who stood awkwardly and stupidly, with the exception of Byakuya who glared at Makoto if he dared to try pick him.

"Uh..." He wanted to do eeny, meeny, miney, moe, but he just picked whoever his pointed finger landed on first. "Leon, you're up ahead." Makoto pursed his lips, not sure if he wants to even carry his friend like he carried the girls.

"Oh, uh, sure..." The redhead awkwardly scratched his head, stepping up to the boy as he anticipated to get carried. The girls were also secretly recording this encounter, wanting blackmail material in case the baseball star were to act out of line in the future.

"So..." Makoto trailed off. "Which way do you want to be carried?" He knew that picking up his male friend bridal style would be kind of weird, even if he didn't necessarily mind nor care about it.

"Uh... From the back." Leon said, not noticing how his words could be taken.

"Pause." Mondo interrupted.

Yasuhiro yawned. "Yeah, dude... Pause."

"Pause!" Taka joined in.

Junko snorted. "Pause, dude. I didn't know you swung like that, Leon..." She teased.

"Pause." Kyoko joined out of nowhere.

Makoto gave a tiny, sympathetic smile. "Sorry Leon... Pause." The boy said, making the baseball star flustered at how he was being ganged up on by his friends.

He threw his hands up in the air. "You guys knew what I meant! Don't make it weird or take it a different way!" He defended himself, unintentionally saying something similar to what he had just said.

"Whoa..." Junko raised an eyebrow. "There are many ways you could take it, Leon? I didn't knew that about you..." She covered her mouth as she snorted. "I mean, I kinda expected that you'd be the type to be a catcher rather than a pitcher, but to think you'd even admit it out of your mouth!" She giggled at how the baseball star seemed to dug his own grave deeper and deeper.

"Pause." Mukuro joined in, finally saying something after some time of inactivity.

"I give up..." Leon shook his head as Makoto smiled, turning around so that the redhead could climb behind him.

Leon climbed on top of Makoto's back as the boy doing the carrying reached behind his back to wrap his arms around Leon's legs. The redhead clutched Makoto's ahoge, grinning as he felt the fluffy, yet sharp piece of hair sticking out of the boy's head.

"D-Dude!" Makoto shouted, wincing as the baseball star tugged on his hair. "You're pulling off my scalp at this point! Stop that!" He tried shaking his head, but Leon only laughed as he guided Makoto with his hair.

"Nope! Now carry me around like how I deserve to be carried, Horsey!" He pulled his hair mischievously again, laughing as he heard a growl from the boy below him. Makoto grumbled, yet did as he was told to do, face somewhat softening and threatening to crack a smile as he heard his friend cheer from above him.

"Woooooo!" Leon shouted out. "This is much more fun than riding a damn stupid bike, Mondo!" He jabbed at his friend, making the Biker pump his fist as he growled at the baseball star.

"Whatchu say about my bike, punk!?" Mondo clapped back, not even aware of Taka trying to hold him back. "I'll have you doing flips if you keep talking trash about my bike!" Makoto could only gulp as he quickly placed Leon down, disappointing the redhead.

"Why'd you stop!?" Leon whined. "I wanted to keep that going! It was fun riding you while you were carrying me around!" He disappointedly asked his friend who shook his head.

"....Pause..." Sayaka whispered to herself, yet almost everybody could hear it.

"I'm not going to get punched into oblivion just because you're trying to rile Mondo up, Leon." Makoto disagreed. "I'd really rather not take any more damage to my body than I have to. This carrying game is already bad enough..." He mumbled the last part, prompting Junko to shoot a quick glare at him.

"Aww, man..." Leon scratched his head, disappointed that the free ride was over. "It was just getting good too..." He walked back to the group with his shoulders slouched, head hung. He did noticeably flinch when Mondo cracked his knuckles near him and quickly explained that he was just joking about the bike part.

Makoto sighed, brushing his hands together as he rubbed his poor ahoge sadly. Walking back to the nearest group, Junko didn't even get a chance to say anything before he picked Yasuhiro as the next person.

"Hiro," He pointed at the fortune-teller as the older boy pointed to himself stupidly. "You next."

"Carried by Naegi-chi? This day seems to be more and more bizzare!" The man spoke in a carefree tone. "Should I remove all excess items I have on me before you lift me up or...?" The clairvoyant asked as he scratched his head.

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "What do you have on you?"

He grinned. "Oh, you know! My hundred million yen crystal bal—"

"Yes," Makoto gritted his teeth, his back and arms already hurting at the thought of carrying something stupid like that along with Hiro himself. "You should remove those things ASAP." He emphasized on the ASAP part, not wanting any potential disasters to occur.

Yasuhiro grumbled. "Jeez, cool it, will you...?" He reluctantly pulled out his crystal ball, placing it in the floor carefully as Makoto sighs in relief. Before anybody else could anything, he proceeded to pull out a lighter, some candles, a ouija board, maps to what seemed to be a lost treasure route, and a few candy bars, prompting everyone to widen their eyes and raising some serious questions.

"Uh, Hiro..." The fortune-teller glanced at Makoto who looked so baffled at what he just seen. "Where did you get that?" He points at the items on the floor.

"Oh, these?" He grins. "I got them all from a very trustworthy man, who's name I cannot say under legal and spiritual circumstances." He looked away as he said that, letting everybody know he was spitting BS. "They say that if you have all these item, you won't be abducted by—"

"Why do you have a lighter on you?" Taka questioned, eyebrows furrowing as he was ready to pounce on any potential misdemeanor committed by the older boy.

Instantly, the Clairvoyant began to sweat, as if on command or something. "I-I, uh..." He looked away, rubbing his chin as he pretended think of something. "It's b-because uh..." He was stalling so that he could think of a plausible answer.

As Taka was ready to press on him once more, a light bulb switched in his head. "O-Oh! Right! It's because of my candles, you know?" He grinned, glad that he thought of an excuse. "I have to summon spirits so that my clients would always be satisfied! That way, they get the best service and the real deal!" He gave a thumbs up.

Despite thinking that his line of work was, needless to say, a complete sham and fraud, Taka only nodded, accepting it as an answer. "I see! Very well, don't light a fire in any dangerous place, Hiro!" He warned the older boy who sighed in relief at being able to make up an excuse.

Walking over towards the shorter boy, Yasuhiro grinned and asked the boy to carry him with an interesting request. "Since Leon got to ride you like a horse, I want you to be my pony, alright?" He offhandedly said, not even bothering to think of how ridiculous his request was.

Makoto, having had enough to tolerate for the day, simply turned around. "Well, get on my back, I guess..." He was being drained of his energy pretty fast, the shift from the girls' weight to the boys' making quite a huge difference.

Yasuhiro climbed behind Makoto as he was slowly lifted up into the air, putting his hands up in the process. "Nice! Now I know what those flying dutchmen feel like when they were off in their adventures! Go, Naegi-chi!" He shouted as his feet almost touched the ground due to the height difference, making everybody roll their eyes at his usual shenanigans.

"The flying what now?" Makoto asked, before he decided he had enough and let go of the taller boy who was indignant of being let go of too early. "Hey! What gives!? How come Leon and the girls get a free ride, but I don't!" the Clairvoyant asked.

Makoto was about to respond before he stopped, sniffing the air as the look on his face turned into a confused one. "Uh, Hiro...?" He trailed off, recognizing the smell from whenever he entered Hiro's dorm room. The fortune-teller crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Glancing at the Ultimate Moral Compass who seemed to be in deep thought as he looked at the situation, Makoto sighed and mentally apologized to Hiro for putting him on the spot. "...You smell like weed."

The girls and the boys widened their eyes as the revelation had finally came out. It dawned on them as to why Hiro had always carried a lighter, and it certainly wasn't for lighting up candles. They all nearly facepalmed for ignoring such a simple, yet obvious detail about the fortune-teller.

Mondo had his mouth wide open. "T-The hell? The dude was blazing before he came over here?" He had a tone of confusion and odd admiration as he found out about the clairvoyant's doings.

"And he didn't offer me any too..." Leon sighed as he pouted.

"Disgusting." Byakuya commented, a scowl on his face as he thought of the shameful behavior of the older boy.

"Damn, he was smoking on some good shit, wasn't he?" Junko chimed in. "Must be Cali Kush if his wild ass imaginations and laid back attitude is anything to go by!" She added her two cents in.

Mukuro had a look of disgust. "I knew that I smelled something foul whenever I was near you, Hiro..."

Kyoko merely crinkled her nose while Sayaka looked a bit strange at the fact that Makoto knows what weed smells like. Aoi and Sakura had a look of disapproval whole Celestia stayed neutral, somewhat enjoying the fact that the Clairvoyant will most likely face a verbal lashing.

W-Wait, You g-guys got it a-all w-wrong!" Hiro denied as he looked over to his friend who had snitched on him. "Naegi-chi! Why would you tell such false lies in front of e-everybody, h-huh!?" His fearful tone of voice indicated that he was getting desperate.

"...CONSUMING ILLEGAL SUBSTANCE OR DRUGS IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE SCHOOL GROUNDS!!!!" Taka yelled out in outrage, body shaking and trembling as he was moments away from knocking the older boy back to where he came from.

"Gaaaaaaah!" The fortune-teller screamed, bolting to the nearest exit and slamming the gymnasium's door open, leaving them all behind.

Mondo held his friend back from giving chase. "Dude, calm the hell down! It's just weed!" Since he was much larger and somewhat stronger than Taka, he was able to restrain his friend with a little effort.

"B-But, B-But—!" Taka protested.

"You can rip him a new one later, let's just finish this quickly!" The biker tugged and pulled at his friend, not noticing that he was using his full strength and he accidentally sent Taka towards Makoto's direction.

The short boy's eyes widened, same with Mondo's. "W-Wai—!" He couldn't speak anymore after the prefect slammed into him, sending them both to the ground. Both groups gasped loudly as the two crashed into each other, sparking worry from everybody.

Taka gasped as he looked at the boy below him who had softened his landing. "Ah! I'm so sorry for that, Makoto!" He bowed, accidentally grazing the boy's nose and hurting him further. "Are you okay? Do you require medical treatment?" He asked, his voice filled with concern for the boy.

Makoto groaned as he sat up, the back of his head taking most of the fall damage. "Just peachy, Taka..." He rubbed his head, feeling a bit dizzy as he stood up slowly. He offered his hand to the prefect on the ground. "Come on. Since you're here, might as well just have you be the next one I carry..."

Junko whistled, impressed by the boy's endurance. "Wow, taking it like a champ, Makoto! Did those weights you lifted give you a higher pain tolerance, too?" She jokingly asked, not knowing that he would've responded with a yes if Mondo didn't interrupt him.

"Bro! Bros!" Mondo jogged over towards them, guilt in his eyes as he stopped in front of them. "Are you two alright?" He asked, concerned about the wellbeing of the two.

"I'm good, Mondo." Makoto chiefly responded. The biker nodded and looked at his his friend on the ground, offering a hand as he nodded. "I'm fine, bro! No need to worry, nothing but a scratch!" He accepted both of their hands as they pulled him back on his feet.

Of course it's nothing but a scratch, I was the one who took the most damage... Makoto sarcastically thought in his head, yet choosing to not say it out loud for obvious reasons.

"I'm sorry, bro..." Mondo guiltily replied, sadness overtaking him. "I didn't realize that I was using full strength..." He looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed that he couldn't control himself.

Taka grabbed his friend's shoulder. "I already told you before, bro. You don't have to feel bad! We're both fine!" He assured the biker. "Trust me, even if we're injured, some sleep and medicine will help us almost immediately!" The Ultimate Moral Compass shouted, fist pumped in the air.

I DO need some sleep and medicine... I'm tired of doing this, but Junko will have it out for me the next day if I don't comply with her... Makoto thought to himself, not aware that Junko was grinning mischievously at him, as if she was aware of something he wasn't.

"Yeah, exactly." Makoto agreed. "We're fine, Mondo. No need to worry anymore." He assured the biker who only nodded as he went back to the group, still looking somewhat guilty.

Taka faced Makoto. "Very well! I expect that you're strong enough to carry me?" He questioned the boy who nodded, holding back a sarcastic reply. "Great! Carry me with your arms around my waist, please!"

Makoto blushed. "W-What!?" He blurted. "Are you serious!?" He asked his friend who innocently looked at him again, not aware of what he was asking for.

"I am indeed serious, Makoto!" The prefect replied. "But, I can understand if you're not strong enough..." He said in an understanding tone of voice, unknowingly sparking the boy's competitive side.

"No, no, no..." Makoto quickly responded, not wanting to have his strength be labeled as not enough, despite putting in months of hard work for it. "I can grant your wish. Around your waist, you said?" The prefect nodded at the question.

"Alright, then. Here..we...go!" Makoto wrapped his arms around Taka's waist as the prefect wrapped his legs around Makoto's waist, making them look like a couple that's about to do something inappropriate to do in school grounds.

The group of girls has giggled and chuckled at the sight while the boys were somewhat unsure of what they had just seen. Mondo scratched his head awkwardly while Leon's mouth was agape.

"How was my slip up a “pause“ moment, but not this one!?" The redhead asked his group of friends who stared at him blankly. "I mean, look! Makoto's literally carrying him the same way he carried Sayaka!"

"Ehh, not really..." The idol said.

"Indeed," Kyoko chimed in. "There's nothing wrong with the way Makoto's carrying Taka. I think you're just grasping at straws here." She was met with murmurs of agreement while Leon sighed and hung his head once more, clearly giving up.

Taka smiled. "I must say, Makoto, your strength is commendable!" He praised the boy who was still blushing at carrying his friend like a lover. "I think I will join you in your future workouts from now on..."

"Y-Yeah, that's nice and all, Taka..." The ahoge-haired boy awkwardly said, trying his best to stabilize his grip as he was losing strength quite a lot from carrying his friends. "U-Um, mind if I put you down?" He asked, hands starting to tremble.

Taka nods. "If you wish for it, sure." Makoto lowered his friend down, still taking enough care to not just drop him on the floor, and lets go of him.

As Taka settled on his feet, he saluted the boy. "Impressive showcase of physical strength, Makoto! I will be writing about this for future references. Your body transformation will be shown to future students here at Hope's Peak, inspiring them to go even further in life!" He shouted passionately, clearly pleased with his friend.

It won't, but alright... Makoto nods as Taka went back to the group.

As the number of people that hadn't been carried by Makoto decreased over time, Kyoko shot a glance towards Byakuya, wondering why he was still here if he didn't want to participate. She could say that he wanted to have the amusement of seeing Makoto carrying their friends, but it just didn't add up to her.

Smirking internally to herself, she kept her face neutral as she began to provoke the heir. "Waiting your turn, Togami?" She raised an eyebrow, acting as if she was just innocently asking a question.

As expected, that had gotten a reaction out of the bespectacled boy. "What?" He scowled, clearly not amused by her question. "No, I'm simply here to watch Naegi do the thing he always does, which is being an idiot, and break his back from carrying all these other idiots." He deflected.

She, being the Ultimate Detective, professionally kept her composure and cool. "Right... and I'm supposed to just believe that now?" Kyoko had to say, being a bit obnoxious was sort of fun. "Why don't you just admit you'd like to be carried by Naegi-kun?"

Byakuya shot her a withering glare. "You can believe whatever you want to believe, I have nothing to prove to idiots like you." Byakuya knew that calling Kyoko an idiot was like calling a cow a snake, but he was on his last straw with the girl. "As if I'd like be carried by an imbecile like him!" He pointed towards the boy who had just been standing there.

Makoto, figuring out why Kyoko was taunting the heir, grinned to himself and hoped that Byakuya would forgive him for what he was going to do to him. With swift stealth, Makoto snuck up on the Affluent Progeny and scooped him into a bridal style carry, immediately sparking many laughters, gasps and shocked reactions.

"What the—!?"

Kyoko smirked, not even hiding her amusement at this point while Celestia cackled loudly along with Junko, not sparing him the embarrassment. Sayaka and Aoi were laughing with tears in their eyes while Sakura had a tiny hint of a smile on her face.

Mukuro just smiled sadistically, thinking that the heir finally got what he deserved. If Toko could see this, she'd either faint from how “hot“ the situation was, or she'd trigger her other personality.

Mondo and Leon had burst into a laughing fit as they made fun of the heir while Chihiro had a sympathetic, yet amused smile on her face. Hifumi chuckled at the moment, finding it funny to look at. Not even Taka could hold back a smile as he was biting his lips, not wanting to laugh at Byakuya.

Byakuya was pure red in the face as he realized that he was being carried bridal style by Makoto. Whether or not the redness is from pure anger or embarrassment, nobody knew. If they had to guess, it's probably a mixture of both.

"Y-You i-imbecile!" He shouted in the boy's face, not even eliciting a flinch from him. "Put me down right now or I swear on my family's name tha—!" He was interrupted by Makoto who had a huge smile on his face as he talked over the blonde.

"Hmm, for a guy that's over a foot taller than me, you're pretty light, Kuya." He spoke with a shit-eating grin, intentionally calling the heir by a nickname he had for him. "Maybe you should join me on a workout sometimes." He “offered“ to the heir, secretly liking the fact that Byakuya was taken off his pedestal.

"Y-You--w-what--I don't—wha-!?" Was all that the boy in his arms could say, as if he was malfunctioning robot. "Y-You... What the f... LET GO OF ME!" He screamed at Makoto who kindly obliged, not even intimidated by the taller boy.

Kyoko shot a smile towards Makoto who gave her one of his own back, their hearts eased at the light-hearted nature of the situation. Byakuya shot a glare to everyone present before shooting Makoto and Kyoko his deadliest one yet, despite the fact that they weren't intimidated in the slightest.

As he realized that simply shooting them looks weren't going to do anything, he huffed and straightened out his suit jacket, walking away from the group and heading for the exit. Junko snorted as she saw that the heir's pride was injured, probably severely bruised from the fact that someone nearly a foot shorter than him could carry him in a humiliating position.

"WH-WHERE ARE YOU GOING, HUH? HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mondo stumbled over his words, liking the fact that Byakuya was knocked off his high horse.

"Hehehehe, I'm sure he's probably off to lift more weights." Junko commented while giggling. "You know, taking Makoto's advice and all. It's good to take a different opinion every once in a while!" She shouted loudly towards the heir who audibly grumbled so loud that everybody could hear him, even as he's walking away.

Celestia covered her mouth with her hand, sadistically enjoying humiliating the arrogant blonde. "My, my... It just isn't your lucky day, is it, Byakuya?" She asked the heir as he was mere moments from reaching the exit.

He turned around for a brief second. "SHUT. UP." His eyes had a certain madness to it, as if he was just taught a lesson he'd never forget for the rest of his life. He turned around once more after saying that, leaving the gymnasium and not to be seen for the rest of that day.

Makoto looked over to Kyoko who slyly smirked at him. Lifting his hand, she reacted by giving him a high five as they smiled together at their collaboration and the outcome of their partnership.

"T-That was... too fucking funny..." Mondo wiped some stray tears that had escaped his eyes, he had laughed until he cried.

Leon clutched his stomach. "S-Same dude..."

Makoto gave a simple smile as he scratched his head. "Yeah? Well, he probably hates me now." He remarked. "I'm not sure if I can go to school the next day without worrying about his bodyguards trying to assault me." He jokingly commented.

"If they try, leave them to me." Mukuro said, taking the comment seriously.

Junko slapped her sister's back. "Chill out, Mukuro-nee! Buffkoto is only joking..." She took a quick glance at him, as is wondering whether or not he was indeed joking. "Still, I'd say the broken friendship and possible beatdown from his guards was well worth it, just to see him embarrassed like a little bitch."

"I don't know about that..." Makoto scratched his head.

"Eh, fuck that guy." Mondo shrugged. "He's such an arrogant prick, he deserves that humbling."

"Ain't that the truth..." Leon chimed in.

Makoto stretched his arms a bit more. "Well, since we're nearing the end, might as well try lifting you up, Mondo." The biker smiled as he walked closer.

"I'll warn you though, I'm not as light as these other people." He spoke seriously. "I'm pretty fuckin' heavy, if I'm being honest."

Makoto sighed. "Well, we won't know until we try, I guess." He turned around and lowered his back, asking the biker to get on top of him.

Mondo was easily the heaviest he had to lift so far. The weight of the biker's heavy muscles on top of his weighed him down a lot, but he still managed to lift the biker up, albeit for only a few seconds before he had to lower him down because his back and arms was hurting.

"Holy shit..." The biker said, impressed at the boy's strength. "The fact that you're actually able to lift me up is super impressive when you take your height into factor. Not to mention, you've lifted over ten people already! I'm sure that your muscles will be crying out loud tomorrow!" He said enthusiastically.

"I'm not sure that's a good thing, Mondo..."

Chihiro looked on in admiration, her hand on her chest. "Makoto... You're so strong..." She said to the boy who blushed at the compliment.

Taka nods. "I have to agree with my bro! Your physical strength is no laughing matter, Makoto!" He said loudly. "I'm sure that if you were to grow further and keep doing what you do, you'll probably be able to lift a tank alongside Hina and Sakura!" The prefect exaggerated, not realizing that a tank is way too heavy for 99.9% of people on earth to lift.

"I can't lift tanks, though..." Aoi mumbled.

"And I don't lift tanks either." Sakura joined.

"That's besides the point!" Mondo said loudly. "The point is that this little dude here is freakishly strong for someone his height! Surely he'd be able to lift even more heavier things in the future if he keeps this up, right?" He asked, prompting some of them to actually think about it.

Makoto brushed it off. "I'd like to keep my arms and back intact first before I can even begin thinking about lifting heavier items..." Seriously, his arms was hurting badly. If it wasn't for the fact that he was used to it, he was sure that he would've been sent to the nearest hospital.

His friend grinned. "I'm just saying, that's something to think about in the future... That's all!" He said before he went back to the group, shoving Hifumi onto Makoto's way.

Out of nowhere, Junko started speaking through a hand speakerphone, startling even the most calmest of the class such as Kyoko. "And now! For the final boy--or animal--of the day... Hifumi Yamada!" She announced loudly, making everyone clap automatically as Makoto's eyes widened in fear.

I...I have to carry Hifumi!? He thought to himself, getting scared for his arms and back for even thinking about it.

The rotund boy smirked as his glasses glimmered. "Fret not, Mister Naegi! I can transform into my ultimate form anytime I want to!" Before Makoto could question his ludicrous words, he continued. "But I will not! For this is a test for you... A test of might and strength... To see who will win Miss Ludenberg's heart!" He exclaimed loudly in front of everyone.

Everybody had a mixed reaction to his statement, but the one that had the most ire and fury was Celestia herself. She was gripping Kyoko's shoulders so hard to the point that the detective had to physically move away from her.

"...Seriously, Hifumi?" Makoto deadpanned, wanting nothing more than to go back home and sleep.

"Oh, yes, yes!" The fanfiction writer waved his finger. "I am indeed serious! This will be the ultimate battle to see if whether or not you are worthy to be Miss Ludenberg's pet— I mean, uh, knight!" He stuttered, yet caught himself. It didn't matter since everyone knew what he had just said.

Makoto, sighing for the umpteenth time today, recited a quick prayer in his mind before stepping forward in front of the fanfiction author. He entered a stare-off with the rotund boy before he crouched and wrapped his arms around the other boy's tiny legs. He tried to find a possible grip on him, but he could only have a hold on his round waist as he tried his best to lift the writer up.

On the girls side, they looked on in anticipation and had feared a potential injury coming the Luckster's way. Kyoko had furrowed her eyebrows, looking extremely worried for the boy's wellbeing while Sayaka clutched her hands together, fingers trembling as she did so.

Junko had looked on in determination, as if she knew that the boy could do it while Mukuro had clutched her knife tightly, worried sick about the boy. Chihiro winced as she looked at the amount of strain on Makoto's biceps while Celestia tried her best to keep calm.

Sakura had patted Aoi on the back as she also looked worried for the boy while Mondo and Leon was cheering Makoto on, hyping him up and encouraging him to lift Hifumi. Toko had slightly moved from the sounds of all the ruckus, but stayed unconscious.

Taka pumped his fist. "You can do it, Makoto!"

Hearing his friends cheer him on, Makoto used up all his strength to carry the author. Hifumi had grinned cockily, as if he knew that Makoto couldn't lift him up, but that cocky grin quickly turned into a face of surprise as he realized that his feet wasn't touching the ground.

They all looked at the scene in shock, wondering how such thing could be possible. They didn't believe it was real, didn't believe that it was even possible, but the proof was right in front of their face. Makoto had ACTUALLY LIFTED Hifumi up using nothing but his strength and willpower. The girls cheered loudly in excitement and happiness for the Luckster while the boys were too busy hyping him up, making him even more motivated.

With a few more back breaking effort and possibly some possible arm injuries tomorrow, Makoto carried Hifumi, shocking the rotund boy so much that he had passed out as well, effectively declaring Makoto as the winner of the contest that Hifumi made by himself.

Using all of his remaining willpower, Makoto tried his best to lower him to the ground, only to have Sakura help him as she easily picked him up off of the short boy while Makoto raised his hands to the sky, feeling victorious for being able to actually carry all of his classmates.

Instantly, everybody rushed towards him, some happy, some worried, some hyped and some congratulating him. All he knew was that he was surrounded by his friends, with some exceptions, and that was good enough for him.

"You did it!" Junko shouted at him excitedly.

Makoto opened his eyes as he looked at the model from the floor. "Yeah... I did." He felt like the biggest winner and loser at the same time. He wasn't sure if the feeling of pride he felt right now was worth the aching muscles tomorrow, but he was sure as hell going to celebrate it.

"Excellent work, my knight." Celestia told him, a rare genuine smile on her face as she caressed his face.

Kyoko shot a quick look at the gambler before she also began touching and caressing Makoto's face. Immediately, every girl present, with the exception of Toko who was still unconscious and Sakura, had begun to touch and caress him, making him blush slightly.

"Buuuuut-" Junko dragged, making him look at her weirdly. "You haven't lifted Sakura yet!" She points at the Martial Artist who was busy gathering both of her unconscious classmates as she began to walk off.

Makoto, realizing that he didn't exactly complete the full challenge, closed his eyes and fainted, prompting the girls to shout his name in worry.

"MAKOTO!!!"

The following day, some people from Class 78 was in a certain Luckster's dorm room. Why, you may ask? Well...

Aoi poured the oil on Makoto's back as she began massaging him. "Does that feel good, Makoto?"

"Y-Yeah..." The short boy said. "Keep doing that, please..."

Mukuro had took a hold of his hand, blushing as she did so, and started rubbing and cracking it, prompting a sigh of relief from the boy who was laid out on his bed.

Kyoko, with her gloves still on, had pinched Makoto's temples and rubbed it in circles, hoping to relief some of his headache. "Seriously, Naegi-kun... I should've stopped you when I knew that you were going to try to go all the way." She said, not happy that Makoto was now injured and in the process of recovery.

"Don't blame your self, K-Kirigiri-san..." He said, using his only free hand and wrapping it around her gloved ones. "I was being an idiot as usual... The blame all falls on me." He reassured her. She blushed, yet continued her work.

"While I hate that it had to come to this, I don't want you to blame yourself, Makoto." Sayaka had said, rubbing his left leg and thighs as her soft fingers got a bit too close to his groin.

Celestia had brought a cup of tea to his lips. "That is true, Makoto." She was surprisingly willing to help Makoto and help him recover, even if it meant doing some manual work. "Yesterday was an anomaly with an abnormal amount of incidents. It probably wouldn't happen again."

Junko snorted as she massaged his right leg. "Yesterday was fuckin' fun! You people need to loosen up a lot more..." For a fashionista, her grip was surprisingly strong. He was sure that she was probably waiting for him to recover, only for her to plan something else that'll have him in a similar situation.

While this all happened, the boys of Class 78 that had visited Makoto looked on in shock and envy at the sight of them massaging him.

"Damn." Was all that Mondo could say.

"Damn indeed..." Leon sighed as he wondered when he will finally get a girlfriend.

Byakuya, who had surprisingly visited, smirked, clearly happy that the boy was now in bad condition. "He deserves it." Was all that he said with a creepy chuckle. Whether or not the “it“ he was talking about was the harem of the girls or the injuries, nobody knew.

"Ghh—Ngh!" Hifumi had barely held himself back from letting the waterfalls out as he looked at Celestia helping Makoto drink.

The girls that were massaging Makoto had all looked at each other in the eyes, glaring as they sent each other threats that nobody else but their eyes knew.

Kyoko's cold gaze met Junko's psychotic one.

Mukuro's hardened glare collided with Celestia's wicked one.

Sayaka's icy glare were met with Aoi's furious one.

Their gazes had all sent a single message...

He's mine!