Rin watched all of the events unfold, having done her part, she was free to do as she wished, provided it ended with her death. She was leaning back against the closet, laptop conveniently placed on her lap, as her attention turned to her own chubby little belly. She was sat in such a way that her belly was bulging out in 3 little rolls. She was by no means overweight, she just had a bit of baby fat which her inactive lifestyle never really got rid of. She gently brought her left hand to massage her plump tummy, as she realized she had forgotten her tanto outside, and yet, here she was, locked in a closet.

"Fuck," She mumbled, her eyes looking around the dark space.

Looking around for a minute, she eventually came to the following conclusion. She could either break the laptop, and try to gut herself with the remains of the screen, use a pair of screwdrivers to impale, and then pry open her deep, horizontal innie, or use a razor blade to slowly slice herself open. Pondering on her options, she eventually settled on the razor blade, for two reasons, the first, being that it was actually sharp, and would cut properly, and two, it was within arms reach, and she wouldn't need to exert herself at all to get it.

"This is really gonna sting," She said, taking a deep breath.

This wasn't going to be quick, in fact, this could well be the slowest form of seppuku one could possibly commit, and the most painful. The razor was nowhere near large enough to slice into her stomach cavity in one go, she would have to repeatedly cut into herself, scoring her flesh ever deeper to get to her target. If only she remembered to bring her tanto with her. She set the laptop aside and grabbed onto the lowermost belly roll.

"Maybe I can get in easier through my belly button," Rin thought, sliding a finger in.

She had decided then. She would saw her navel open with a razor blade, but first, she wasn't going to let herself die without having a bit of fun first. Turning her eyes back to her laptop screen, she slid one hand down her skirt, as she slid two fingers into her pussy. She began to rub herself inside, as well as finger-fuck her navel, while she watched on screen the erotic double suicide of a masked girl, and one of the teachers.
Yuki winced, as the sharp tip of the tanto began to pierce through the pit of her navel. It was a strange sensation, painful, yet arousing. Was this why Naoki chose to die in such a slow, agonizing way? She put more pressure on the tanto, suddenly feeling it slip inside her. The stinging sensation was replaced with a dull throbbing, both in her stomach, and her loins. She gently moved the blade in a circular motion, slowly spreading open the wound. The tanto had entered just deep enough to pierce through her, but not far enough to get entangled within her bowels - perfect for a slow, prolonged death. She grabbed hold of the handle with both hands, as she pulled upwards. The top rim of her navel held for a while, before giving way with a satisfying squelch, as the blade tore through it, sliding into the soft flesh above. The pain, and pleasure, began to build. Her breaths grew shorter, and she broke into a cold sweat. It felt as if time itself had slowed down. She could feel each droplet of sweat roll down her back, her neck, her belly. It was such a surreal sensation.

Yuki continued to slide the knife upwards, her midriff acting as a guideline for the cutting edge. With a single pulling motion, she had managed to open herself up, from navel to sternum. Pausing, as she tried to keep herself from feeling nauseous, she looked down to admire her handiwork. A clean, straight cut, just deep enough to go into her stomach cavity. Perfect. Savoring the sight a while longer, she eventually slid the knife back into the bottom of the wound, twisting it till the cutting edge faced right. It took much less effort to break free from the constraints of her mutilated navel this time around, as she neatly sliced through her midsection. Once more she pulled the knife out, and placed it back into the remains of her belly button, and cut left. Her hands were now trembling, her breaths ragged, inconsistent, and yet she did not falter. This is how her lover died, and this is how she would die.

"Final cut," Yuki mumbled.

Yuki brought the tanto back to its starting position, as she tucked her skirt under her knees. With her back still arched, she pushed the tanto downwards, as she felt the pressure building inside her suddenly relieved. The cross cut was complete. She set the tanto to her side, and leaned back as far as she could, resembling a contortionist, save for the gaping wound in her belly. She slid one hand under her skirt, finally having the time to pleasure herself, as she awaited the sweet embrace of death. Almost an hour passed, before the pain started to take over. What little there was left of the pleasure from before was now gone. Realizing that it was all downhill from here, she reached for the tanto, grasping it tightly with what little of her strength she had left, and brought it to her throat.

"Please wait for me, Naoki," Yuki whispered, as she slit her throat with a smile.
The last teacher remaining looked on in horror. This was a suicidal orgy, and she was going to be part of it, whether she liked it or not. Unluckily for her, she wasn't well liked by most of the students, mostly for her stern attitude, and penchant for sending more students to their death in a single semester than the entire schools average for a whole year. All eyes now turned to her.

"You're the cunt who got my sister to commit seppuku on her birthday," One of the masked girls snarled, slamming her katana into the woman's bare belly.

The teacher was in shock. The pain was horrendous. Was this what every student she condemned went through? The cold steel of the katana was now wedged in her lower belly. The girl yanked it out, causing the teacher to spin around like a marionette, as her bowels started flying out in all directions. She deserved this. This was the only thing going through her mind. She deserved this at least. To feel the pain of disembowelment. The humiliation of being gutted alive, in front of everyone you knew. She hated the pain, and yet, she did not try to fight back, nor resist. She quietly took it all.

"I'm not done yet, bitch".

A foot came crashing down onto her wounded belly. The pain was excruciating. She couldn't hold back a blood-curdling scream. Yet her mind still thought of the pain she had condemned her students to. This is something they went through, dozens of them. Did she really have the right to force them to commit seppuku? Regardless, she was no longer in control. Her attacker started ripping her guts out, slicing them free from her, piling the warm loops all around her. The girl gutting her accidentally missed her mark, and jabbed her right in the heart, quickly ending her suffering, and atonement.

With the last of the staff present now dead, the girls turned their attention to the students.

"Everyone please stand up, bare your bellies if you're not wearing the standard uniform, and remain standing in front of your seats. We don't have much time left, and there is a lot of you to go through. Those of you who wish to commit seppuku on your own, or with a partner, please move towards the podium please. The rest of you, we'll make it quick, so please don't resist. It will only prolong your suffering," One of the squad leaders said, using the microphone mounted on the podium.

None of the students seemed to distressed, if anything, some looked quite excited. Yet, only 3 moved to the stage. Close friends, since they were young, they were always together. It seems they wanted to be together even in death. One of them grabbed a spare, quite bloody katana, as they lined up neatly. The first, held the katana to her navel, while the other two pressed their bellies against her back.

"You guys ready?" The first asked, slowly applying pressure.

Without hesitation, the other two replied, "Yes!".

The first then shoved the long blade into her navel, angling it so it wouldn't damage her spine. It went straight through her, the tip pushing through out of her back. She paused for a moment, while the girl behind her adjusted her belly so the tip was pushing against the pit of her belly button. Feeling her friend's belly pushing against her back once more, she continued to push the sword through. The first grunted audibly, obviously in severe discomfort, while the second was ecstatic. The sensation of the katana penetrating her navel drove her to a wild orgasm. The sensation of her innards parting, giving way to the unstoppable steel edge. The third, and last girl too, took a short moment to center the blade on her navel, before thrusting herself on the katana, savoring the brutal stabbing sensation. With all three impaled on the blade, the first began to twist and turn the katana, stirring, ripping, mincing their guts. They moaned and groaned in unison, enjoying the pain, savoring it. Now that the damage was done, all they could do was pleasure themselves till the end came.

The rest of the students, those who really couldn't be bothered to gut themselves, just stood around casually chatting. They must not have grasped just how dire their situation was, or they simply didn't care. Some even seemed quite excited at the prospect of having their friends gut them. The masked girls moved towards the first row.

"Ready", one of the leaders said.

They positioned their katana's at the navels of the schoolgirls, as they awaited further instruction.

"Stab!"

In unison, the first row of schoolgirls was stabbed through their sensitive belly buttons. Allowing them a moments pause, the team leader issued the next order.

"Cut left!"

A diagonal cut was made, from their navels to their left hip. Following the cut, the katana was returned to the girls navels, or what was left of them. A third and final order came quickly.

"Cut right!"

The second, final cut was made. An upside-down V was carved into the girls tummies, something Yuki came up with. Some, groaned in pain, but stood their ground, others, took great pleasure in the strange sensation. All however, would be dead before the day was out.

The masked girls moved on to the next row, and followed the same procedure. It was almost mechanical. Stab, cut, cut. Stab, cut, cut. Repeated over and over. Row after row of girls had a flap cut into their bellies. Those who bent over from pain, or curiosity, ended up spilling the entire contents of their stomach. It seems Yuki did a good job coming up with that cutting method. Within 10 minutes, every single student present at the assembly, was successfully cut open. Their bellies carved up just as Yuki had intended. If only she were around to see it.

Their task was complete. The girls inside the auditorium radioed in their success, as those who stood guard quickly rushed in to join them. It was their turn now - they would be the last to die, as a way of atonement for the massive loss of life, a way of apologizing to their friends who they killed, their families who they left behind.

"Alright ladies, final act, balaclavas off, lets line up nicely for the camera and get the show started," one of them said.

The thirty-four remaining, all lined up in front of one of the 'hidden' cameras, and unmasked themselves in unison. They paired up with whoever was next to them, as they raised and knotted up their turtleneck sweaters, exposing their vulnerable bellies to the world. They knelt down, and bowed deeply, before each girl took out and unsheathed her tanto. What was different this time, was that they wouldn't gut themselves, rather, their partner would split their belly, at the same time they split open their partner, all the while facing the camera. Two of the girls were, rather enthusiastic, to say the least, the Kato twins. Kaori and Kaoru Kato, identical twins, who were a little overly friendly with one another at times. They both shared an insatiable fetish for one another's bellies, whether it was licking, poking, punching, and now stabbing, they loved it. They were both quite attractive too, tall, a great chest, wide hips, and a delicious bum, with ever so slightly plump tummies, adorned by a very sensitive round innie.

"Kaori, grab onto me, 'kay? We gotta be close together or we won't be able to reach properly!" Kaoru stated.

Kaori nodded in approval. Though they were identical twins, their personalities were poles apart. Kaoru was outgoing, extremely vibrant and cheerful, whereas Kaori was extremely introverted, generally somewhat grouchy, and almost always had a bored or displeased expression.

The two twins grabbed one another by the hips from behind, as they pushed themselves close to one another. Still facing forwards, towards the camera, they would have to reach quite far to properly split their bellies open. They took their tanto's. Kaori placed hers on Kaoru's left hip, while Kaoru placed her's on Kaori's right hip. This way, they could pull their daggers, making it somewhat easier to make the cut.

"Kaori, let's kiss, we're gonna die so might as well enjoy ourselves, right?" Kaoru whispered.

Without hesitation, her twin locked lips with her, shoving her tongue in sloppily, as she began to push the tanto in. They mimicked one another's actions, as did all of the seventeen couples present. Slowly, they pushed the tanto in, not too deep, taking great care to not damage their partners internals. Once the blade was in, they pulled the blades across, pulling themselves closer to one another as well. They watched the blades slide slowly across. How the skin and flesh would bulge just around the tip, how blood would flow over and around the cutting edge, and how the soft flesh behind would begin to open up. Both of them had reached the half-way mark, a mere inch below the navel. They both felt a strange pressure building in their lower bellies. Without pause, they kept pulling the blades, quickly splitting open one another's bellies.

The sound of sirens could be heard outside - Rin had done a great job delaying the inevitable, however the girls would have to finish up quickly, lest they end up being shot dead before they can succumb to their own wounds, defeating the purpose of committing seppuku in the first place.

Hearing the sirens, Kaoru and Kaori, broke their kiss, and stared into each others eyes. Both nodded, as if they had a contingency plan ready. In an instant, both of them twisted their tanto's, so that the cutting edge faced upwards, and tore upwards till they hit one another's ribs. The force of the motion letting loose a torrent of blood and bowels. Not wanting to be outdone by her twin, Kaori let go of her sister, and shoved her hand into her wound, leaning forwards as she pulled out most of her intestines. They kissed once more, setting each others daggers to their throats, as they made the final cut, right through their jugular. All faded to black, as they, and the other couples collapsed into each other, leaving nothing but the dead, and dying for the police to find.
Rin watched the entire show unfold, including the arrival of the police. They most likely wouldn't look here, especially since both the media club room was locked, as well as the closet, but she couldn't take any chances. It was now or never. She took the razor, and slowly started carving into herself. She scored a faint line into her belly, not deep enough to draw blood, but sufficient to mark the cut. She would bisect her lowermost belly roll, and her navel, which in her head, would mean her guts would simply plop out, with minimal effort on her part, or as little effort as it took considering she was cutting her belly open with a razor blade. She grabbed a spare camera, and turned it on. It was already connected to the laptop and immediately started streaming.

"Hello world. This is gonna be my first and last appearance - I hope you all enjoyed the show, because I sure as hell did. Here's hoping we end up changing Japan, or even the world. Rin Iwata, over and out. Sort of. Like, I won't talk or anything, but I'll just cut my tummy open with a fucking razor, since I forgot my tanto. I bet you bastards are gonna enjoy that aren't you?" She mumbled, placing the camera at an angle to capture her belly, she got on with it.

She certainly won't have much time now that she was live-streaming herself, and there were only so many rooms with closets the police would check for her. She started to slowly saw into her belly roll, far to the left of her navel, breaking the skin, as the incredibly sharp razor easily slid through her flesh. This may be easier than she thought. She dragged the razor along, feeling a strange, dull stinging sensation, as she watched her belly roll split open, revealing the layer of fat underneath. Blood was pooling in the wound, and her belly button , somewhat obscuring her vision. She didn't really care - she would cut through to her bowels eventually. Getting to her navel, she didn't bother cutting too deep into it. She just carried on cutting to the right, reaching the far end of her soft, plump belly.

"Fuck that stings..."

She pulled her hand back, examining the wound. It wasn't pretty, especially seeing the layers of skin, fat and muscle in such detail, bleeding profusely to match. The sight made her nauseous. She never enjoyed hurting herself, but she didn't exactly have a choice. If she wanted to die with some honor and dignity intact, it had to be seppuku, even without the appropriate tools. She brought the razor back to the starting point of the cut. She slid it back in, applying more pressure. This time, she felt it puncture her. There was no pressure against the bottom of the blade. Breathing a sigh of relief, as this was going to be the last cut, she slowly drew the razor across. This time, she went through her navel. The razor having no trouble slicing through it, she maintained a slow, but steady pace, making a clean cut. Finally, she had bisected her belly and navel. Her belly looked much like a mouth, with a loop of entrails sticking out, it looked like her belly was being cheeky, sticking its tongue out at the world. Rin smiled, she could end it all soon. She set the razor aside, and started to pull out her intestines. Quite a lot of them have already escaped the confines of her stomach cavity, but she decided to aid the rest of them in their quest to see the outside world. Setting them aside all around her, she eventually noticed one key flaw in her playful self disembowelment. She lost track of the razor. It was probably somewhere mixed in with her now disembodied guts, but she had no means of finding it. Deciding to just accept her fate of a slow death, she simply continued to pull out her intestines. Pulling out what seemed to be the final loop, she had a clear view of her vagina. Wondering what it would feel like to masturbate both inside and outside of the vagina, she started gently rubbing the outside, while she massaged her clit. It was a strange sensation - one that somehow masked the pain. She brought herself to multiple quiet orgasms, as she slowly bled to death. An hour passed, and everything was fading - and then, the sound of a door shattering, people shouting, the closet door being torn open, she gazed upwards into the light, seeing the fading figures of the police officers, as all sound faded, and light, turned to darkness.

Fin.
- Three months later -

The incident at the school had a massive effect on the general perception of seppuku. It got so serious that the government actually issued an order stating that seppuku without reason, was no longer frowned upon, and assisting a person committing seppuku in such a case was not to be considered as manslaughter. In fact, a porn magazine, published by two girls who claimed to be survivors of the incident, featuring the seppuku of Yuki Tsukino in full detail, as well as having numerous illustrations on the various methods one could use to commit seppuku, became the best selling magazine of its kind, in just one week. Those two became millionaires overnight, and they had more than enough footage to keep going for a long while - as well as many, many willing candidates for upcoming seppuku shoots.