OMGGG I was away for a while. Hello everyone! Hopefully some of you are still around and excited for another smutty and insane and cute and crappy chapter.

The P3 Reload hype brought me back here and I am so excited. Pity my girl is not in the game (I saw that coming) but Makoto. AH MAKOTO! They made him so pretty. He has no reason or justification to look THIS pretty but he is and I love him even more now. I hope you are excited for Reload too and this causes a resurgence in the P3 section.

Following this chapter I will speed up and use time skips to move towards the more impactful parts. I hope you enjoy and thank everyone for the reviews and support.

Hamuko felt like a victorious princess fresh off a conquest of her prince charming as she lounged on the comfortable lap of her beloved Makoto, grinding and gyrating her hips every two minutes followed by a flirty, suggestive giggle. She was topless, her cardigan on the floor and her bra somewhere in her own apartment. Hamuko had come prepared and her bare breasts were all for Makoto who was currently trailing his index finger along the curve of her left, sneaking a glance at her and chuckling in a mixture of arousal and endearment.

After pleasuring him, she made out with him for the next thirty minutes and somehow during one kiss they stumbled onto the couch in the lounge and Hamuko decided to unveil her second, maybe third trump card. Makoto was nervous at first with her chest right in his face and her hips bouncing on his lap but he composed himself fairly quickly and began to work. Hamuko was slightly ticked off by his apparent experience but all was forgotten when she felt his fingers tickling her bare skin.

"That's right, Makoto-chan." Hamuko slurred into his ear in the same husky voice, silently ordering him to grasp and squeeze and he did, flexing his palm over her skin and massaging her breast. The female shuddered on his lap and drew him in by the back of his head for another sloppy kiss, moaning 'mine mine mine' as she sought his tongue and breath.

Angling her body towards him, Hamuko withdrew from the kiss but retained her hold around the back of his head, yanking a handful of blue hair softly as a command. "Use your mouth, Makoto-chan." Suggested a breathless Hamuko, desperate to feel his warm mouth on her body. "Please."

Makoto arched his brows but followed her request. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss, causing Hamuko to squeal and then moan and gasp when she felt his lips wrapping around and his tongue fluttering along it. The brunette almost growled, her previously soft grip now harsh and demanding and she pushed her chest towards his mouth to get more of him.

The brunette watched on with her mouth half open, stroking her idle breast as Makoto licked and sucked on her for the next several minutes. Her left arm was now wrapped around his head like a vice and eventually she guided him towards her other breast, kissing the top of his head and sinking her face into his silky smooth hair.

When she was half-way satisfied, Hamuko pushed him back with force and climbed on top of him to devour his mouth again, this time with no mercy. Makoto's arms were trapped under her knees and the blue haired boy was amused and slightly nervous when he heard her growling and snarling into his open mouth like a starved predator. The kiss was less sweet and more ferocious, almost burning his lungs.

Sensing his discomfort Hamuko allowed him room but cradled his face in her hands and stared at him as he recovered. He was taller but somehow felt so puny and powerless and adorable as he struggled to regain air, panting and murmuring with his eyes glazed with redness and fatigue. He was asking to get his brains fucked out with such a look on his face but Hamuko showed some restraint and and settled on his comfy lap but her red eyes were fixed on him still and she had not blinked even once.

Makoto was a bit uncomfortable under her stare but he could not look anywhere else as she was forcing him to look at her with her cold and rough hands around the sides of his head. She was giving him so much love, like he was her lover in the past life but at times she treated him like a sex toy. Hamuko had a weird shift in personality every time they engaged in anything intimate and she went from lovely and caring to almost cruel and demanding.

The smile on her face was much more peaceful now. She had done enough to mark Makoto as her own and so she freed his face and giggled at the mess he left on her chest. She was hoping to find a permanent bite mark or two but those small scratches and patches of pale skin were a decent start. As Hamuko cooed and lamented over his more-than-amateurish service to her body, Makoto being the teenager that he was, trailed his eyes towards her legs and Hamuko chucked deviously.

"You can do more than just look, Makoto-chan." Hamuko suggested airly and grabbed his free hand. She guided him down her naval and towards her core, unabashed and visibly more excited than ever before. Makoto gulped when he felt the slightly wet fabric and Hamuko leaned towards his right ear, lazily working his fingers through her skirt and underwear.

"She's all yours." Hamuko nibbled on his earlobe and spoke lasciviously, slowly riding his two fingers and granting him permission to do whatever he wanted to her body. "You can ravage me on this couch all night if you'd like…"

The boy shivered when her sultry and sweet voice turned hoarse and cold. Hamuko stomped his hips down on his lap and snarled. "Come, Makoto!"

"Fuck me!" Hamuko was expecting and hoping that he would push her on her back, shred her skirt and panties and fuck her senseless but Makoto gave her a gentle smile and withdrew his hand from her between her legs. The girl tilted her head in confusion but the cool and calm voice of Makoto halted her impending meltdown.

"Let's take it easy okay?" Makoto suggested and widened his friendly smile and the brunette listened. She could not help but fawn at him and something about his smile warmed her soul and so she listened for the time being.

"I prefer hard and fast but okay!" Hamuko exclaimed and kissed his forehead. "Maybe you can warm me up with your fingers first, hm?"

"Sounds like a plan." Makoto replied and satisfied, Hamuko stood up from his lap and looked at the clock and then the calendar to note the date. Makoto was okay with her spending the night at this apartment but with the full moon so close she had some prepping to do.

After looking around for and finding her sweater, Hamuko wore it and Makoto got up from the couch, clumsy with his steps because the session on the couch was exhausting both mentally and physically. "Um, you can stay the night here."

"I appreciate that, Makoto-chan." Hamuko chirped and wrapped the red scarf around her neck. She made sure her skirt was fitted properly and stared at her new boyfriend with a wide smile. "But I have some stuff to take care of tonight."

Hamuko pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring his face down to her level. "For today.. I'll be back tomorrow to take care of you…" She said as a promise and Makoto managed a faint smile. She licked her lips at everything she would do to him tomorrow and stepped on her toes to kiss the tip of his nose. "All good and proper…"

"I can at least drive you to your apartment." Makoto said, staring out at the dusky streets in slight concern. "It's pretty dark out."

"I'll be fine." Hamuko did not want to part from him especially after how concerned he was about her and how hungry she still was for him but tomorrow was right around the corner and she had Makoto all to herself from now on. "Sleep well, okay? Think of me and only me."

That sounded more of a demand than a good night and Makoto nodded with an uneasy smile as the girl left his apartment with a flying kiss and a happy smile. She closed the door and the resident stumbled a few steps backwards and put a hand to his chest. To recap his day: Makoto took her out on a sightseeing tour of Iwatodai, treated her to a nice dinner and then brought her to his home for a nice cup of coffee but then Hamuko kissed him, sucked him off and spent the next few hours doing a bunch of other stuff to him. Makoto was no prude. He had some experience but Hamuko was just so hungry for him that he could not keep up with her.

She scared him especially when her attitude darkened and at times she was so cold, like a block of ice but there were instances where she was sweet and warm and she looked at him with so much love and adoration.

The buzzing of his phone made him groan but after one look at the message, the next student council president ran off towards his work desk as Mitsuru had sent him a lot of work. The school term had just begun and Makoto was looking at a long night. Suddenly he forgot all about Hamuko and as a precaution switched his cell phone to silent and started.

Hamuko laid on her stomach, naked and agitated with her annoyed face buried into her pillow and her panties down to her knees. In one hand she handled her cellphone and her other hand was buried between her legs but she had given up. When she got back home, still fresh off her Makoto high, she stripped naked and pleasured herself to the new memories she made but then she checked her cellphone and her mood and libido plummeted.

Makoto had her number but he had yet to send her a single message. Hamuko was certain that she would open her cellphone to find a dozen messages of Makoto requesting pictures of her and maybe they could do a nice sexual roleplay but nothing, nothing at all and the omission was starting to piss her off.

"What the hell is he doing?" Hamuko growled into the pillow and her increasingly forceful grip around the device began to crack the screen. Was Makoto messaging someone else? Hamuko knew he was friends with Yukari, she saw him alongside her and Junpei at Wild Duck Burger and if he was talking to Yukari instead of her then she was to mangle the bitch next time.

Hamuko tried to remain calm and reason with her growing insanity but after five more minutes the girl sat up with a loud scream of frustration, threw her cellphone at the wall and began to move towards her belongings in an imminent rampage. her sight then fell on the persona compendium on the table.

She had yet to touch the book and with a sleepless and frustrating night in her future, Hamuko decided to do some spiritual studying. "Fine. I'll let this slide tonight, Makoto." Hamuko grunted in annoyance and picked the book off the table and settled it on her lap. Not knowing where to begin she randomly picked a page and groaned at the mythical language that made no sense to her. She leafed through a few more pages of the book and wondered.

"I wonder if there is a dick enlarging charm.."

Makoto barely made his way to his bed and hid under the warm covers. Work took him over three hours and he had an early morning meeting to attend tomorrow but before he dozed off, Makoto spared a look at his silent cell phone and noted a dozen of messages from Hamuko.

Too tired to reply or even read, the blue haired boy powered off his device and drifted to sleep a minute later.

When Hamuko was done with her reading it was already morning. She was able to grasp a few magical concepts and simple fusion mechanisms but there was still a lot left to learn. Thankfully the vast numbers of personas occupying her head offered her knowledge and with help from her loyal masks she was able to make progress.

But before she could take a small nap, Hamuko found her barely working cell phone smashed into the ground. She checked, hopeful that Makoto would have left a good morning message but still nothing, not even a hi from the boy she had pleasured and pampered like a prince not even 24 hours ago.

No way she was going to sleep now. Hamuko stomped to her closet to get some clothes and got herself ready for a very stealthy mission. She had a few supplies to purchase, a new cell phone, several layers of rope and a nice knife just in case some skank tried to take Makoto away from her.

Makoto knew he was in for a fast day. As soon as he entered the campus he was dragged off by Yukari and then by someone else and then by Mitsuru and then by someone else. After school he was kidnapped by the kendo team, the club he was captain of, and somehow Kenji joined in two. The celebration of the new term started at the sushi place and they all ended up at his apartment.

Outside the rather lively apartment was a fuming Hamuko. From the moment Makoto left the school ground, Hamuko stalked him and cursed the crowd of people around him. Kazushi, Kenji and all the other guys pulling him in different directions made her sick but when she saw Yuko smiling and giggling when talking to him, Hamuko grasped the handle of the knife she brought and barely held the urge of slicing Yuko's throat in broad daylight.

"When will they leave?" The brunette rolled her eyes after Kenji shouted something stupid from inside the building, something about older women and she kicked the nearby trash can in frustration. Five more minutes and she was going to barge in and stomp their heads into concrete but thankfully the chatter drew close and Hamuko ran off to hide behind a nearby building.

She was well hidden but in the vicinity and could hear them somewhat. Yuko was talking a lot to Makoto and it was pretty obvious that the bitch had a crush on him. She did before and she did now and that put her on the very top of her kill list.

Hamuko took a cautious few steps but remained glued to the wall, her palms sweaty and clenched in irritation and his group of friends remained outside the apartment for the next couple of minutes, bringing the brunette to edge of patience and sanity but eventually they left and Hamuko moved out of hiding with a grimace. His social circle was bigger than she had anticipated and getting rid of that many people was going to be troublesome.

Makoto yawned softly and stopped waving when his crew disappeared from sight. He took the last gulp of coffee and disposed of the plastic cup as he was up and working on just a few hours of sleep and a kilo of caffiene. The first couple of days for the term were expected to be hectic but despite the extra burden and sleep deprivation Makoto still wore a smile and he was more than ready to tackle everything that came his way.

"Makoto-chan…"

The soft, dangerous voice raised goosebumps across his skin and Makoto made a swift turn to see who was behind him and he saw Hamuko who stood at the entrance of his apartment, her head tilted to the side and her arms behind her back. Makoto was happy to see her at first but the mixed expression of rage and disappointment on her face agitated him and he was not sure what to say to start the conversation.

"Oh, Hamuko." Makoto managed a friendly smile and hoped for a change but Hamuko retained the ominous expression and did not move from her spot. "Nice to see you again." Cautiously the boy took a few short steps towards her and turned up the brightness of his smile and big surprise it worked.

Hamuko narrowed her red eyes but gave up with a short sigh. Getting upset or annoyed at him was impossible. Just one bright smile and she would get the urge to launch herself at him and hug him for the sake of her own life.

When Makoto came close, she hugged him and hummed softly, inhaling his sweet scent and soaking the warmth of his body to better her mood. "Hello, Makoto-chan." Hamuko chirped cheerfully and nuzzled against his chest. Makoto smiled at the adorable display of affection and reciprocated the friendly gesture.

But a shiver permeated his entire body when she recoiled in his embrace and her dominant hand tugged on his belt buckle. Now he knew where this was going and he also knew that Hamuko was staring through his soul with something in her mind.

Hamuko did not lick her lips or giggle in anticipation about what she was going to do for him behind closed doors. Four hours, she had to stomach other people using her Makoto for four hours straight and now it was her turn. Maybe she was not persuasive and direct enough the last time but tonight she had to make one thing perfectly, crystal clear.

That Makoto was hers and other people in his life had to step away and make room for her, kill themselves if need be. Naturally, Makoto himself was the first person she had to educate and this time she was going to make sure that he understood her intentions and if she had to double down to prove herself then so be it.

Makoto guided her inside his apartment and once he locked the door, Hamuko took charge and did not stop for a breather. A rough and feisty kiss at the doorway to start them off and then she brought him towards the lounge. She dropped Makoto on the couch and sat on the floor by his side, wrestling his pants and boxers down to his ankles and wrapping her cold hand around his already hardened length.

Hamuko stroked and pumped him slowly, the blank look on her face not giving Makoto any indication of what she was thinking this time. Yesterday she was happy and joyful but there was something off about the brunette today but before Makoto could ask her, she interrupted.

"Remember what I said, Makoto-chan?" Hamuko said, pressing her lips to his tip and allowing her teeth to gently run along. Makoto moaned and sunk into the covers of his couch but Hamuko was not done talking. "That you should think of me and only me?"

"I mean it." Hamuko said, her open mouth hovering above his pulsing member but her eyes were on Makoto who was wincing, her grip around his shaft a little too harsh for pleasure. "Let me show you…"

Hamuko devoured his shaft in one stroke and Makoto threw his head back, a rather guttural moan escaping through his throat and his memory after that was patchy, filled with blanks due to surges of pleasure but Hamuko remembered the hours-long stay at his apartment. She had her lips down to his base but her unblinking stare remained on his face at all times and every two minutes she reminded him, again and again. That he belonged to her.

"Mine..." Hamuko removed her mouth from his softening dick and swallowed with a soft purr. The brunette has lost count of how many times she brought the boy to orgasm but watching him sprawled out on the couch, softly murmuring her name finally brought slightly demented smile to her coated lips.

The brunette left his apartment well past evening, her jaw a little sore, her hands a little numb and definitely a few pounds heavier than before but she was proud of herself. Makoto definitely understood what she wanted from him this time around. Yesterday he had his little moments but today Hamuko was well in control at all times and had him wrapped around her finger from start to finish. Each time he got close to an orgasm, Hamuko would tease and torture him, granting him release only after he repeated those three special words.

Once the brunette girl reached her apartment she checked her new cell phone and saw one, just one message from Makoto. Annoying but that was a start at least. He was not asking for pictures of her chest as she had hoped but instead he was making sure that she reached her place safely.

That was sweet of him she had to admit but the conversation was going to devolve into something lewd and Hamuko fired off a few messages to start them off but the delay between replies grew and the girl was in the same spot as yesterday, pissed off and nearly insane.

Makoto saw about fifteen messages on the external screen. Some of them from Hamuko, some of them from his buddies and with a mountain of work on his table, he switched his cell phone to silent mode and began to work through the files Mitsuru had tasked him with.

After waiting for over two hours, Hamuko lost patience and this time she flung her cellphone out of the window with a piercing scream of hatred and frustration. Her demons whispered that he was out on a date with Yuko, or eating ice cream with Chihiro, OR getting his brains screwed out by Yukari and she could not fight off the paranoia any longer with her sanity ebbing second by second. Hamuko snatched the knife she brought from inside her desk drawer and considered her first target. Her own arm or the bitch huddled inside Makoto's bed!?

"Huh." The violent thoughts stopped hammering her brain when Hamuko noticed that the moon was full tonight and the first shadow was going to awaken very shortly. After her brief meeting with Pharos, the brunette was certain that in this world she carried the appraiser and the arcana shadow would be drawn to her.

Instead of stabbing her own arm, Hamuko pocketed the knife and dug her naginata out from under her bed. Her evoker was essential of course but Hamuko was not sure whether to take the persona compendium along with her. She was still unsure about the extent of its mythical powers but in the end Hamuko decided to leave it alone for the night.

Once the dark hour began, Hamuko left her apartment and ran as far away as possible. Fighting the shadow near her home was stupid and anywhere near the dorm would draw the attention of the S.E.E.S. The perfect spot to finish the shadow was the area of the underground bunker and Hamuko highly doubted that Mitsuru's limited support capabilities would track the shadow rampaging in the forgotten military base.

Upon arriving at the destination, Hamuko only had to wait for a short while and the arcana magician tracked her all the way to the outskirts of Iwatodai. Already annoyed from earlier, the brunette girl hissed in disgust as the ugly mess of arms and blades lurched in her direction with many of his weapons raised to pierce her dead.

Out of all the bastards who took Makoto away from her the first time, these shadows, these scattered pieces of the final arcana had the worst part to play. When combined together they proved to be unstoppable and Makoto had no choice but to sacrifice himself to save the putrid world. They: the shadows and the people, were not going to take Makoto a second time and the brunette raised the blade of her naginata towards the shadow with a scowl, daring it to attack.

The magician shadow sailed every blade in her direction but Hamuko lazily avoided each attempt and swung her own weapon to cut through the arms in no time at all. Once the damn creature reeled back in pain she threw the knife forward and the blade sliced into a blue mask.

The shadow was definitely hurt and already evaporating but to finish it off with extra contempt, Hamuko pressed the evoker to her skull and eyed the dissolving bastard with utter hatred. "Stay away from my Makoto." She spat out and summoned her persona, Thanatos the bringer of death and it emerged from the depth of her darkened soul with a bloodcurdling roar of hatred, hatred that fueled the brunette.

The vicious and bloodthirsty persona looked as menacing as it always did but Hamuko did notice he was a few shades darker than before, and definitely a little more powerful as well. She gave the command with a wave of her hand and her persona shredded through the remains with its bare hands, dissolving what was left of the shadow into the soil and then retreating

That was easy but Hamuko was not surprised as she had retained her personas and the wealth of experience she had accumulated over the past year. With the accursed beast sleeping inside her soul she was certain about performing fusion spells if need be. The girl picked up the now soiled knife and after one last look around she was ready to leave but then.

A motorcycle revved in the distance and Hamuko felt her insides boil with disgust. Makoto definitely was not the one heading over to her which only left Mitsuru because somehow, the blasted heiress of the Kirijo group had sensed what was going on and was headed to her location.

Alerting Mitsuru to her presence in Iwatodai was a bad scenario as the older female was prepared to track down every last persona user on earth, all so they could take care of the issues that her family thrusted upon the world. After the shadows, Hamuko held Mitsuru responsible and while she relished the thought of beating her to a pulp, for now she ran off and disappeared before Mitsuru arrived at the scene.

A gander at the ground and Mitsuru knew what had happened. She parked her motorcycle and took a closer look at the state of the soil that was smeared in black and shattered. The black substance indicated that the shadow after Akihiko had met its end here but by who?

The state of the soil, cracked and barren, left only one possibility. Some entity had smashed the shadow into the ground and considering only personas were capable of causing damage to shadows, the entity responsible for defeating the shadow was a persona, summoned by a persona user.

"Another persona user?" Mitsuru knew she was forgetting someone or someone but she could not leave the dorm unguarded for too long in case another shadow decided to attack. The redhead spent a short while searching for more clues and then left.

There was definitely another persona user in Iwatodai and Mitsuru was determined to find out their identity.

Hamuko had defeated the shadow with glee and vengeance but on her way back she was starting to regret the decision. The magician arcana was the only shadow to actively track her and Makoto and she was left with no option to destroy it. But from now on she had to be cautious. Each time they defeated one of the special shadows, the appraiser took one more step towards becoming whole again.

Nyx awakening was her worst nightmare and she swore to make sure that the mother of all shadows would not descend upon this world and take her Makoto away. The thought of the blue haired boy drew a nervous whimper from the brunette as she stood outside her own home.

What if the shadow had attacked Makoto in his apartment before it came for her? The mere thought, no matter how unlikely, made her panic and restless and Hamuko decided to check up on Makoto just in case. Without an evoker he was defenseless and Hamuko found nothing in his apartment that he could use in self-defense.

After a hellish run Hamuko stood outside his apartment and heard nothing from the resident inside. She shouted his name and begged him to come out but no response from him despite her repeated calls and now she was afraid. What if the shadow had killed Makoto…?

Hamuko was not planning on revealing herself and her potential to Makoto so early on but she had to do something to alleviate the cold dread burning in her guts and every second outside was crumbling her already flimsy sanity. The brunette rushed through the door which was thankfully unlocked and made her way to the lounge and Makoto was not there.

"Makoto?" The girl screamed out loudly and began to shake, tears already starting to well up in his rather crazed eyes. She shouted his name again and ran to his bedroom. Another shrill cry of Makoto drew nothing from the boy inside and Hamuko tackled the door open at once.

The door flung open without resistance and Hamuko screamed out in horror at the sight before her and collapsed as soon as her brain processed the reality.

"Makoto!"

Makoto did not respond. Makoto was not present in the room.

"How the hell…?" Hamuko said from the floor. The sight before her had snatched every bit of her strength and she could not feel her legs attached to her body and her arms were frozen. Her whole body was paralyzed and her red eyes bulged. "My Makoto…"

In place of Makoto was a coffin.

Shaken and horrified at the implications, Hamuko could only stare at the dark coffin that definitely housed her beloved Makoto. She was still on the floor but found enough strength to crawl towards the box and her expression began to twist, with her lips turning upwards and eyes widening in excitement at the new development.

"My beloved Makoto…" Hamuko spoke when she reached the coffin and gently touched the surface. The contact zapped her with unreal cold and blossoming warmth and Hamuko released the pent up emotions of confusion, anxiety and delirium with a shrill and piercing laugh.

Cold, airy and unhinged, her laugh continued and only grew in volume as she tightly hugged the coffin despite the awful stench of blood and rotting meat. The brunette was struggling to get her breath but she still could not stop laughing at what fate had done to the boy she loved.

Poor, adorable, defenseless Makoto, the sweet boy who was the obsession of her existence was exactly where she wanted him.

In her heart, soul and the palm of her cold, unforgiving hand.

"Mine..."

YAY! That's the big twist. Did you like it?

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