Notes: There is a very good reason for the existence of this story, it is a pity that I can't currently remember it though.
Yasuo was casually strolling down the gardens of the Institute of War one fine morning. The Ionian Ronin's exposed abbs were glistering under the warm sun, his manly and handsome face illuminated by the rays of the recent sunrise. Yasuo's hard disciplined body like a breathtaking sculpture made of granite as the deadly samurai walks near a company of female champions, and Zyra suddenly offers the wanted swordsman a crimson flower along with her inhuman virginity.
But Yasuo respectfully declines the plant woman's offer because he is a kind gentleman that treasures the plants first and foremost, and because he has a date with Lux, Syndra, Ahri, Akali, and curiously enough Anivia later that night.
Zyra frowns and cutely bites her bottom lip as she stealthily eyes the swordsman's shapely behind when the handsome man struts forward. The plantmage can grudgingly understand that not every woman can have such a stunning man watering her private orchid, but Ezreal had already denied her advances in order to mingle with Caitlyn, Vi, Jinx, Camille and Poppy under the covers.
The proud march of the Unforgiven continues and Yasuo starts whistling a favorite tune of his, the beautiful sound escaping from the Ionian champion's lips instantly drawing the attention of a visibly dazed Sona.
"Yasuo give me your babes." The once mute songstress breathlessly whispers, her voice miraculously recovering from the sight of Mansuo's hard abbs. But the Ionian swordsman merely makes a phone gesture and winks at her and the Maven's panties abruptly drop down when the Unforgiven sends Sona a knowing white pearly smile. The cured musician almost faints since Yasuo had so kindly decided to spare a few seconds of his time to touch her unworthy life. Such a blessing, such luck, such wow. Nasus sneezes.
"Unforgiven! Fight me you coward!" Suddenly yells a blushing Riven as she abruptly lunges from behind one of the gardens' bushes in a futile attempt to ambush her manly archenemy. I mean, Singed might had at one point killed everybody that Riven ever cared about, but the stunning and unique league champion with the lack of shirt and his charming smile was obviously a better arch-nemesis for her that the insane Zaunite genius with the awesome chemical concoctions of fire, death and acidic shadow...
Where were we? Ah, yes! Yasuo easily parries Riven's broken sword while holding his thin blade with one hand and then uses the flat side of his katana to spank Riven's shapely behind.
"Ow, ow! It hurts!" Yells Riven with a mighty blush "Please stop it, Yasuo! It's not like I am secretly a masochist or something and I am getting off this yo-you big handsome idiot!"
Yasuo smiles his signature charming smile and then stops spanking Riven since he is a fine gentleman that only spanks beautiful women after the second date. And speaking of women.. Oh no! Mansuo had promised Kayle a romantic diner in less than an hour and if he was late his eleventh wife might get angry and moody! Damn… Well, it wasn't like Yasuo couldn't overpower the celestial warrior with his skillful swordsmanship and his command over the wind element. The charming Ionian warrior had become immensely strong lately, especially after bedding Janna and becoming the only Wind Master in all of Valoran, and forming a contact with the strongest Wind Spirit!
But who else could the spirits of the air element pick to be their master if not for the handsome rogue that had managed to unite entire nations under the covers of his stained bed sheets? The Unforgiven nods politely at the panting red-face swordswoman and then resumes his everyday stroll. Leaving Riven muttering hushed curse behind him.
It was great being Yasuo, the most powerful and skillful champion in the entire Institute.