I'm saving the double seppuku for Laura and Maya, seeing as that would be something like a grand finale. Until then, there's gonna be a few other interesting ways for these girls to off themselves.

As for the class president, I thought about having her masturbate while dying, but decided against it in the end. They're all indoctrinated to consider self or assisted disembowelment as a good thing, but not all of them should see it as something sexual, despite being willing to disembowel themselves on a whim.

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A week passed since the class president committed suicide. Ayase grew more and more impatient. The itch in her intestines grew worse with each passing day. Ever since she saw the class president kill herself, with her assistance, she couldn't get the thought of disemboweling herself out of her mind. Yet today, her mind was at ease. She would finally be able to scratch that itch.

She walked into her basement, where she had made a very interesting machine, looking like a stretching rack, just with much more pointy bits and more wiring. What was even more impressive is that she managed to build this out of toy robot parts, fishing equipment, an old bed, and an Arduino chip. The way it functions was rather simple. When turned on, a system of pulleys would drag a gut hook knife up. Once the knife reaches its end point, the robot arm engages, angling the fishing line that the knife is mounted on, and the system begins to pull the knife back to its starting point. In theory, it should both split open her belly, from cervix to sternum, and then pull her guts out on the return trip. The only thing she was worried about, was whether the motors she was using to pull the line were strong enough, and whether the heavy duty line would snap, which would force her to finish the job herself.

She did a test run first - replacing the gut hook knife with a fake toy knife, which was similar in length. She lay down on the rack, adjusted the position of the toy knife, and immediately noticed a problem. The fishing line was stretching, and the knife would just harmlessly sit on her tummy.

"Guess I'll have to stab it in to get things going," She mumbled.

She continued the test, and even more problems began to arise. The knife was being pulled along its handle without any means of keeping it stable. There was nothing to stop it from going out of her belly once she stabbed it in, however there really was no quick fix for this issue. She would just have to deal with it.

Without hesitation, she replaced the toy knife with the real deal. She lay down, positioning herself in such a way that, if everything went as planned, the knife would bisect her belly button. She gazed down on her exposed belly. She was always self-conscious about her body image, however, given the circumstances she felt somewhat glad that she was somewhat chubby. There would be more to cut, more to feel, more to enjoy.

She readied herself. Right hand on the knife, the left, already rubbing her clit. She slid a finger in as she began to push the knife into her lower belly, savoring each moment. She loved the feeling of the sharp knife pushing against her skin; the sensation as it began to pierce through, as her flesh began to part before its hard, cold, steel edge. Then, the resistance was gone, she had punctured her belly. She fingered herself furiously, bringing herself to a wild, wet orgasm. Coming back to reality, she activated the machine. She felt pressure building, as the knife started to twitch, her flesh, being to stretch and tear. She heard a creak, and then another. The knife stayed still, but the pressure was still there. She heard a snap, and felt a searing pain across her chest, and belly. The braided fishing line had snapped, and lashed at her wildly. The knife twisted and dug into her as the line snapped, digging into her intestines. A horrid stench began to spread. Ayase was in shock. All of her planning, her calculations, amounted to a catastrophic failure.

"FUCK!" She screamed out in anger, as the massive influx of adrenaline masked the pain.

She grabbed the knife and began wildly twisting it, jabbing it in and out, ripping her tummy to shreds. Not satisfied with using a gut hook knife, she put a hand over the wound to keep her innards where they belong, and rolled off of the rack. She began to slowly crawl towards a very specific tool she had in mind. A 1 inch wide, hand held belt sander. It was one of her dads old tools. She used it a few times before, but hated how unwieldy it was. The motor was far too powerful for it, yet she saw it as the perfect tool to annihilate her belly. She started the motor. Placing the belt sander on the floor, she moved her hand off of her belly, letting her guts begin to spill as she impaled her wound on the tool. Not wasting a moment, she revved it up to the max. The engine roared, as did she. Unlike wood, or metal, you can't sand down flesh, you tear it. With a belt-sander, you practically liquefy it. A horrid dark reddish-brown goop began to cascade out of her mutilated stomach. She felt sick, incredibly sick. She couldn't stop herself from vomiting, and what came out was blood, and lots of it. She was quickly losing strength, but she wasn't done yet. She dropped onto the belt sander, letting it freely move around inside her, as it tore into her internal organs. She was shaking violently, further agitating the belt sander. Eventually, the tool simply stopped working, becoming too congested to function. By the time the belt sander stopped, she could no longer feel her legs. When she looked down, she saw why. Most of her mid-section was missing, or rather, was turned into goop in which she was lying in. She could even make out her spine, held loosely together with what little flesh remained.

"Fuck, that's not how I wanted to die," She thought, tears streaming down her face.

She felt no pain, all she felt was cold, and all she could hear was a strange ringing in her ears that got louder and louder with each passing second. Her eyesight was fading, as all turned black. She breathed her last, eyes still open, staring into the void.

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Up next, setting up Laura and Maya's couple seppuku, (the story isn't ending in the next update, I'm just going to move the story along to a point where the two of them have to make an unpleasant choice).