Alec beat my ass in a fighting game, a Mortal Kombat-adjacent that was the best Earth-Bet could offer. We figured out a way to balance any game: by letting Alec pick the games he knows how to exploit. My three-tomoe was allowed for me to react to the screen to balance that out, so long as Alec kept his controller out of my eyesight.

Alec chained me through a high-damage combo until I timed a dodge and counter-attacked, landing a sweep and starting a short combo of my own. I memorized the inputs and timings through trial-and-error and moved through it with perfect ease, allowing me a moment to turn and look around the room.

Cherish and Taylor joined us, though neither seemed interested in Alec and I's deathmatch. Taylor spent her time glowering suspiciously at Cherish, but some of her bugs were looking at the screen. I like to imagine she cheered me on in secret.

Cherish did her best to avoid my eyes, sinking into her seat and trying to go unnoticed by everyone. An electronic band was secured to her ankle, no doubt the mechanism keeping her under house arrest. Probably.

"Hey, dude, what's the deal with your sister?" I decided ask for enlightenment.

"Not sure," Alec seemed indifferent. "Lisa and Brian decided on keeping her here with me 'cause I can mess with her powers. She mostly just follows me around like an ugly duckling."

"Gotcha. Probably—" I cut off the rest of my response, focusing on trying to escape Alec's chained grab attacks, figuring out the dodge timing after five grabs and tearing through most of my health bar. "Shit, dude. How do you keep whipping out this bullshit?"

"I sort through forums with the keywords 'broken' and 'unbalanced' and choose my games from the results." Alec chuckled. "This chick is a fucking busted fighter."

"How about I play her next time?"

"Now, let's not get hasty…"

Lisa's shoes clacked outside the door, entering and interrupting everyone's (except Cherish's) good time. Brian followed behind, her loyal and violent enforcer of serious business only.

"Hey, Lisa," Taylor finally turned away from Cherish.

"Hello Taylor, Indra."

"Lisa," I gave her a quick nod, turning back to the game. Alec took advantage the distraction to launch another combo-starter, ripping through my health bar and finishing me with a kill move where I was hung from a noose of my own intestines. "Said you wanted to brief us on something?"

"Some things is more accurate," Lisa plopped down onto a couch of her own, Brian following suit. "A lot of stuff has gone down recently."

"And what's relevant for us?" Taylor asked curiously.

"The big one: The PRT isn't a big fan of you taking Bonesaw. I wosdn't ask why you thought that was a good idea, because I can see you're not backing down from it. Anything else is a mystery to me, I've lost access to their network."

"How'd they manage to kick you out?" I wondered.

"Armsmaster got Dragon to come in and revamp their cybersecurity. Encrypted keys, authentication, the whole nine yards," she sighed. "I'm locked out, and the only people who are getting in are doing so from inside the building."

"Might be annoying," I mused, "but I'm not too worried. The PRT isn't a target, and we can handle any reactionary force."

"As far as adversaries go, I've got a few things you could do. First suggestion: avoid dealing with Lung for now."

"Why?" Taylor asked.

"The biggest gangs in the city are superpowered Nazis. Like it or not, Lung is the only barrier stopping them from heavily expanding into Asian-majority territory."

"So, we're finally targeting the Nazis," I grinned.

Lisa grinned back. "Yep. I've got a good grasp on their operations. Turns out, The Empire has their hooks in Medhall. If you don't know, they're a massive importer of supplies and relief funds. We're giving them a pass for now, because Hookwolf's circus of psychopaths are all of the Nazi behavior and none of the tangible benefit to Brockton Bay."

I nodded. It'll be good to get Hookwolf back where he belongs. I don't like it when my captures don't stick.

"Hookwolf has been dipping his fingers in human trafficking. Easy to cover up in current Brockton Bay, but not when you're up against me," Lisa's head tilted up in pride. "Combined with that, he's been recruiting heavily. Training people in melee and guns, and they've got plenty of both."

"We need to shut the trafficking down first," Taylor decided. "Where are they doing that?"

"That's the issue: they aren't doing it in just one place. They snatch up individuals sporadically and handle them through decentralized operations. We aren't going to be able to just 'shut it down.'"

"You have a plan, though," I inferred. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have called us over."

"You know it. Yeah, their trafficking, drugs, and theft are all sporadic and disjointed, but their recruitment isn't. They still aren't fully congregated, but they assign a parahuman per cell." She smirked at me. "You're good with crowds, right?"

"You want us to take down Fenrir's Chosen parahuman-by-parahuman," Taylor reasoned, "Targeting their manpower and capes at the same time, slowly shutting down their ability to operate."

"I've got three training grounds found out, so take your pick. Stormtiger, Menja, and Cricket have all been assigned to oversee 'training' their recruits. Stormtiger runs a glorified fight pit for their elite, Menja focuses on tactics and gun training, and Cricket culls through the majority of recruits. They aren't there all the time, but their meetings usually run in-sync. Seems like Kaiser's tendency for organization rubbed off on their preferred meeting times."

The elite, the trained, and the rest. A hard choice.

"I'd like the details on all of them," I decided. "I won't be able to decide right now."

Lisa nodded. "Of course. I'll send you everything. The big catch is once you hit one, the rest will scatter. I'll have to wait until I can pin them down again, and that's assuming they don't reform their strategies after a hit. My guess is they'll further decentralize until the territory devolves into anarchy and a superior force swoops in."

"What about Hookwolf?" Taylor asked. "You haven't mentioned him, but he's the leader?"

"He's been paranoid since his escape. Sometimes his 'rallies' turn out to just be blatant traps. Other times he's just not there. I know you're a tough pair, but I'd recommend staying away from him for now. Never know what a desperate and paranoid psychopath will pull out, but I know he'll be trying to kill you at some point."

I frowned. "Damn. But you're right, he's not a priority compared to the operations of the gang. Something tells me that the psycho Nazis prefer to fight to the last man than retreat despite the loss of a leader."

"We can recapture him once we've weakened his gang," Taylor waved me off. "You've already beaten him before, after all."

"Last time I had surprise and obscurity. Now? Well, I don't think he can do much against hydrokinesis. But he'll be prepared for my illusions, especially if he's as paranoid as Lisa says."

"He is, most of his group is prepared," Lisa confirmed. "His people have started wearing sunglasses as a precaution against eye contact. I wouldn't be surprised if he's got something figured out for your water, too. At the very least, he can survive whatever you throw at him."

"That'll be a pain," I sighed.

Alec snickered. "I get it."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "That's all I've got for you. I'll send you my files on the gatherings, just tell me what your plan is before you act so I can plan around it."

"We will," Taylor nodded.

Lisa leaned back, grinning. "You two are the best covert agents a girl could have on speed dial. Do you have any idea how convenient it is to just find a target and just point you at them?"

"Nice to be the boss, eh?"

She smirked back at me. "Yep. Now go do your job, peon."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, Taylor doing the same.

"See you two later," Alec waved us off, then turned to his spooked sister. "Say bye, Cherie!"

Cherish froze as everyone turned to look at her, then stiffly waved at us. It was the most uncomfortable I've ever seen anyone act. I flicked on my Sharingan to copy the expression and body language, which mixed a fair bit of fear into her reaction.

That was great for me, because that meant I could add some more fear into my new act.

"Report!" I commanded a small group of Shadow Clones.

The first clone spoke up. "The chakra control group is doing well. No clue what the waterfall walking squad is up to, but the needle walkers are down to unsharpened pencils. We've hit a roadblock going any smaller, our full weight is too much for a small point to handle. I think we'll have to learn a reinforcement technique and work that into it."

I nodded. I want to see how to reinforce objects with my chakra.

Oh, that's easy enough.

"We'll work that into the next batch," I told the chakra control reporter. "How's the Rasengan going?"

"Not as well. We've got the rotation down, but we've been struggling with the rubber ball. The Rasengan itself is right out for another couple of weeks."

I sighed. "Let's move away from the Rasengan for now. I've been working on it since fuckin' Leviathan and I've barely made progress. Dedicate Shadow Clones to finishing waterfall needle walking, we've been doing much better on that front. Next, the medical team?"

The next clone spoke up. "Bonesaw's making progress on the big project, and we've memorized a lot of medical books. Those memories will probably hit like a truck, so I recommend taking those clones slowly. Oh, and we've had a couple of ideas around that."

"Oh?"

"The clones going through the neurology books think we could come up with some medical ninjutsu to negate mental fatigue and strain, maybe even mostly eliminate the need for sleep altogether. Something about cleaning out neurotransmitters and emulating an accelerated REM state. I'm sure you'll find out the specifics when they pop."

"Interesting," I scratched my chin, "Think we'd be able to use that to negate the strain of Shadow Clone Training?"

"No clue. You'll have to figure that out yourself," my clone shrugged. "What we are pretty sure of is that we could create a pain kill switch for ourselves, based on Bonesaw's design and with a bit of Omoikane assistance. It would take some very precise chakra control to perform brain surgery, though. Wouldn't try it until we can pull off the needle waterfall walking."

"Not for now, then. Water team?"

"We're wet as hell and nearly out of chakra."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. Yin team?"

"Yin is hard to work with. Water is a natural conversion, but Yin release is more of a deconversion than a conversion. Yin is a pain, it's very floaty and responds to the imagination more than chakra control. We've got some basics down, though."

"Great. Start coming up with ideas for Yin release techniques while we work on our control, and see if we can incorporate it into water somehow. Get yourselves organized to dispel and start the memory transfer. Start with the medical team, if there's something in there that could make the transfer less severe, that would be lovely."

"The Fuinjutsu team's been busy, plenty of explosive tags stored away and we've managed to rig up some ice traps. Temperature manipulation, not actual Ice Release."

I looked at the last clone. "And the body flicker boys?"

"We've been body flickering, and getting damn good at it."

"Fuck yeah!" We bumped our fists together.

I breathed a sigh of contentment as I leaned back into the most relaxing chair I've ever sat in, a Shadow Clone transformed into a plush recliner. Two more Shadow Clones were beside me, one on my left and one on my right. They held their hands on my head, pumping their succulent healing juices right into my skull.

Some of the waterfall group dispelled, hitting me with about a day's worth of memories in a moment. A headache flared, only for a pulse of healing chakra to wash it away like it was never even there.

"This'll make things easier," I mused out loud, "I can leave Shadow Clones to their own devices for longer. Training will be much more efficient. Now, for the plan…"

I poured over the details Lisa provided to me earlier, getting a good grasp of the situation. Lisa covered the important parts, but there were a few things like estimated manpower and locations that were good to consider. Mainly, the effects of my decision.

Stormtiger and the elites, possibly the strongest cape in Hookwolf's gang and their best enforcers and leaders. The most tempting option, by far.

Menja and her gunners are all about skilled hits, most likely the majority force behind any critical operations of the gang. Worthwhile to target.

Cricket and the workforce of the gang had the quality of quantity. A gang needs peons to run, but I don't think targeting peons will get us very far.

Theoretically, I could take them all at once with Shadow Clones, but that's a fun little secret I'd prefer to keep out of the public eye. But if I deal with Stormtiger while Taylor takes out Menja? Two birds, one stone.

I can deal with Stormtiger myself. Taylor might need a bit of help dealing with Menja and crew, even with knockout wasps. I reviewed the files on Menja's locations, searching for inspiration. Not that there was much special about the place. A hijacked factory in Hookwolf's territory, modified with training courses for running combat drills and an armory stocked full of weapons.

Sealed windows, rotating guards, and identity checks… A difficult nut to crack. But the 'sealed windows' caught my eyes. Blatantly trying to prevent intrusion, as well as a safeguard against Taylor getting her bugs into the building.

She'd probably be able to get into the building, but she'd be walking into a building full of heavily armed violent enforcers on their own training grounds. Front door isn't an option on its own, so what else?

If the windows are sealed, they need a good air conditioning system to keep everyone breathing. Taylor can get through ventilation, but she doesn't have enough knockout wasps to take out the whole building. Best to save those as a backup.

Maybe Bonesaw can cook up something to solve this problem?

I rose from my seat and my clones pulled their hands back from my head. I walked off, leaving the room and heading toward Bonesaw's lab.

I walked in on the little blond curiously poking a bloody, amorphous blob on a metal tray with the point of a scalpel. As I entered, she turned and gave me a smile.

"Hey! Howya doing?" Bonesaw poked the blob again, triggering it to spit out a rat's skull. "Don't mind this, just a little experiment."

I eyed the blob warily. "Well, I do like experiments. Just make sure it doesn't get out of the lab."

"Yep! So, what's up?"

"Got anything invisible, odorless, and can be pumped into a ventilation system to knock everyone inside unconscious for a couple of hours?"

Bonesaw tilted her head and scratched her cheek, thinking. She casually flicked her scalpel into the red blob, spearing it through the center and kickstarting its meltdown into a puddle of red goo.

She started to rummage through cabinets, pulling out various chemicals and tools. "Not right now, but I can get you some airborne bacteria in a few hours?"

"Oh, no need to rush. It would be nice to have it by tomorrow, though."

"Alrighty! Want it to do anything fun or just sleep?"

"Just sleep, please. Feel free to tell me or one of my clones a list of ideas. I'd love to test anything that doesn't cause lasting harm."

"Sure, sure! Bye-bye, big brother!"

"See you later, sis."

I crept into Stormtiger's training grounds the next evening. It was an office complex on the coast, formerly abandoned. Now repaired, it was mostly hollowed out on the inside, the two floors full of only load-bearing pillars and training Nazi warriors.

I flickered onto the roof of the building, placing my foot on the edge of the roof and looking down at the two guards standing by the front door. Ironically, the front seems to be the safest way in. The windows are boarded up and can't be entered silently. The other entrance, the back door, had two guards and three people taking a smoke break, more chances to mess up.

I retrieved my phone and messaged Taylor that I was starting.

I blurred through twenty hand seals, haphazardly splitting my chakra and molding an excess portion of yin. The genjutsu I formed launched down at the two, instantly filling them with an overwhelming sense of drowsiness. They fell to their hands and knees, suddenly panicking about their unexpectedly draining consciousness, and then fell flat and unmoving upon the ground.

I dropped silently down next to them, rifling through their pockets. While I was looking for a key, I activated my Mangekyo.

I want to see everyone in this building.

Silhouettes superimposed themselves over the two unconscious men. I found a set of keys and turned around, seeing similar smoky, red figures within the building. Nobody seemed to be looking, so I slid the correct key into the lock and popped the door open.

I entered the room and darted to a pillar, peeking around a corner and taking a quick snapshot with my Sharingan. The ground floor was the gym floor, with walls and pillars covered in mirrors and the floor covered in mats with barbells and weights scattered around.

Muscular men lifted weights, admired themselves in the mirror, or shot up steroids in the needle party. I was able to extrapolate the majority of the room in that single glance, the extreme presence of mirrors allowing me to see most of the room while simply looking at a mirrored wall.

That gave me an idea.

I flashed a hand seal and body flickered behind another pillar, peeking out from an angle that let me see more of the room through the mirrors. Seeing most of the room meant I could lock eyes with the majority of the people on the first floor, my red eyes looking into most of a room's worth of mostly blue eyes.

I rapidly cast paralysis genjutsu, freezing the room one by one. I delayed visually paralyzing the people actively lifting weights to avoid possibly killing one of them. People began to notice the room slowly freezing, but I was able to react and lock eyes with them before they could warn others.

I wasn't able to get everyone. Three-quarters of the way into freezing the room someone in a corner I couldn't see began to yell, "SHIT! I THINK WE GOT A CODE YELLOW! GET STORMTIGER!"

Code Yellow?

I body flickered over to where I heard the noise, seeing the blonde, tattooed man who alerted the room. He wore sunglasses, weakening my ability to cast visual genjutsu. I didn't want to waste chakra on a mook so I slammed a fist into his face, shattering the sunglasses off of his face. I then grabbed him by the neck, looked him in the eyes, and tossed his paralyzed body to the side.

The rest of the room began to move, yelling and grouping up into small defensive circles with impromptu melee weapons pointed out, kicking their nearby meatheads back into action. I body flickered into one of these circles, slamming punches into the back of their limbs and disabling them all from behind.

I body flickered between people, snapping their bones with precise punches and kicks. Stronger hits split bone out from under their skin. Nobody could keep up as I tore through their ranks, busting shoulders and demolishing limbs. I grabbed the last two fighters on their bald heads and smacked their faces together, their skulls bouncing off each other and what sounded like a guaranteed concussion.

I think I just ensured that they'll probably be the blatantly racist old men in the dementia ward.

Heavy footsteps stomped overhead, groups of people moving toward the stairwell. I body flickered over to the door, popping it open and peeking in. I moved my head back out as bullets whizzed by.

A dozen men wielding machine guns and wearing heavily tinted sunglasses lined up around the upper corner of the stairwell, spraying bullets down at me the moment they saw movement. I retrieved a throwing knife and tossed it around the corner.

"SCATTER!"

The explosive went off and the stairs fell down. The gunners hit the ground with a thud and I moved in, hopping from wall to wall and up to the second story, avoiding a few poorly aimed bullets.

I kicked down the stairwell door and immediately summoned my ribcage. Twenty fully automatic guns worth of high-caliber ammunition met my Susanoo like hundreds of water droplets onto unforgiving asphalt. Tiny dents were engraved as numerous red-hot bullets fell uselessly to the ground in front of me.

I walked forward, my ribcage cracking through the door frame as if it were made of balsa wood. I only had eyes for Stormtiger's white-and-blue mask, modified with one-way mirror lenses. My Sharingan looked back at me.

As I walked forward, Stormtiger began to growl. Visible torrents of wind began to sink into his arms, pulling some of the nearby shooters off balance and slowly dragging them toward the man.

He thrust his hands forward and two typhoons of wind erupted from them, blowing away his nearby ranks and crashing into my ribcage. I dug my heels in as the twin tornados bashed against my defense, my feet carving small trenches as I was forced back through the doorway. The wind dispersed in a small shockwave, knocking most of his men to the ground.

I walked back through the door frame. "That's your super attack? I was expecting millions of tiny blades of wind or a pressurized wind laser beam or a—" I stopped myself from saying 'vacuum,' which could genuinely cause me some problems. "Something more impressive."

I flashed the Inu hand seal and appeared in front of Stormtiger, summoning an arm and punching. He pushed forward a wall of wind as a reactionary defense. My ethereal fist blew the wind away as it parted through and collided with Stormtiger.

I leaped forward and allowed Stormtiger to pass into my Susanoo. I grabbed him from mid-air by his collar, looking into his cracked mask. Through a shattered lens, one of Stormtiger's hazy eyes looked groggily up at me.

"Sleep."

I turned and looked at the men, all now hesitating now that I held their remarkably more powerful and unconscious leader by the collar.

"Give up and look me in the eye," I demanded. "If you comply, I will make it painless. If you do not comply… Well, I'm sure you have some good guesses as to what the worst thing I could make you feel is. I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts on the matter."

One by one, sunglasses hit the floor and many reluctant eyes met mine. The second floor was mine.

I dispelled my Susanoo and tossed Stormtiger over my shoulder. I then body flickered back into the stairwell, leaping down and breaking through the ranks of the nervous gunmen stuck on the bottom floor of the stairwell. Bones broke yet again in this building.

Some of the injured had snapped some of their illusioned comrades free. This started a chain of people being unfrozen, allowing about half of the room to scream as I burst back into the gym of mirrors.

Most once again fell under illusions. A good portion left had retrieved sunglasses from their injured allies, but that only meant I had a few more people to punch with the arm I wasn't using to hold onto Stormtiger as I ran. Seems it can be a little hard to see someone running incredibly quickly when there's mirrors fucking everywhere, creating brief flashes of false instances of me.

Once the room was devoid of viable combatants, I stood still. I pretended to brush dust off my shoulder with my free hand, and then off Stormtiger's shoulder. He let out a slight grunt in his sleep.

I whipped out my phone and dialed the PRT. Now, how am I going to turn Stormtiger in? Ah, I remember.

I reached my arms up and stretched, letting out a groan of satisfaction.

Stormtiger was duct taped to the side of the building, with spray paint sprayed over and around his body. A graffitied blue-and–white maid outfit was the design sprayed onto him, complete with cat ears and a tail.

It just felt right.

Now, to make sure everything is still secure. And stop some people from dying of blood loss.

On the bright side, I got some good medical practice before the PRT showed up.

Interlude - Taylor

Taylor approached the target location in full costume, confidently striding through Hookwolf's territory. It wasn't that she could call half a mile's radius worth of bugs or the bioengineered wasps she kept in her hair that let her move so confidently and publicly.

It was the complete situational awareness she maintained through her swarm. She barely had to think as she navigated through streets and alleys, effortlessly avoiding any possibility of being seen.

Her bugs were already searching for possible entrances or exploitable ventilations. She found a few, but only one was what she was looking for. On the top of the factory, there was a metal cube that pumped fresh air. She sent a few hundred flies into the shaft, a few of which survived being thrown into a spinning fan.

The still-living flies fell onto a massive air filter. That worried her. Would the air filter stop the knockout bacteria? Hopefully, Bonesaw thought ahead.

Taylor stopped a block away from the factory, retrieved a seemingly empty completely-glass vial, loosened the seal, and a dozen of her modified wasps emerged from her hair and grabbed onto it. They carried the bacteria through the air and onto the roof.

Then, she waited. Her phone buzzed.

"I'm starting," read the text from Indra.

Her wasps brought the vial up to the air intake and fully removed the lid with a tiny pop. On contact, her wasps suddenly began to struggle to respond. She quickly recalled them to her hair, the wasps struggling but succeeding in flying back into their home.

Aware wasps began to wrap the sleeping insects in small wraps of hair, securing the bioengineered bugs to make sure they weren't lost. Taylor didn't really have to direct her swarm anymore, but she could still direct the attention of her true body to the progress of certain tasks.

Now she focused on what she was seeing in the building, watching through the few bugs small enough to fit beneath the door, namely gnats and fleas. Occasionally, a fly managed to follow someone entering the building, slowly expanding her vision into the building.

Nobody was asleep yet. Taylor frowned.

She watched as Menja sat and watched her people run through drills, armed with semi-automatic pistols and kevlar vests.

Taylor looked closer at Menja and her frown deepened. Some of her wasps buzzed. The Aryan supervillain looked like a heavily edited model put into reality. Blonde, busty, fit, and perfectly proportioned.

Ok, so I might be jealous. Being able to see myself at all times and not really taking care of my appearance is not good for my self-confidence.

One of the men slipped up during the drill, falling to the floor and struggling to get up. Menja rose from her chair to reprimand him, only to stumble as a bout of lightheadedness suddenly hit. She caught herself before she fell, and then turned her bleary eyes to the side as her phone began to ring.

She reached over slowly, grabbing the phone and answering, preparing to speak. "I—"

The voice on the phone yelled over her, "CODE YELLOW! WE NEED HELP!"

"Code… yellow?" Menja croaked, and looked back at the rest of the people in the building, all slowly losing consciousness. "Hookwolf is gonna be pissed."

The factory fell asleep. Taylor breathed a sigh of relief.

That was easy. Having Bonesaw in the team is very convenient, she admitted, then focused again on the unconscious Menja. Have fun keeping up that skincare routine in prison.

Taylor took a deep breath as she prepared to walk into the room Indra relaxed in, eating snacks and watching videos online. She watched him through the bugs in the room, then opened the door.

"Hey, Indra."

He seemed slightly surprised to see her. Not an unpleasant surprise, but a surprise regardless. Was this a bad time? Had she already messed up?

"Yo, what's up?" He tossed a spicy chip into his mouth.

"Want to head to the mall sometime and just... hang out? It just opened back up, and I used to do it all the time with someone who used to be my friend?"

Indra nodded. "Sure, sounds like a good time. I'm in a milkshake mood, honestly."

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Point_Me_ _The_Sky (Verified Cape) (New Wave):

PantySeer says she's been too tired to hang out with me :'(

She foolishly gave me time to myself, and recent events inspired me to write [this!]

Butteryballs:

Mmm muscled blondes and alpha/omega play, two of my favorites

SubbyStormtiger goes hard

PancreasPunch!:

Pain has never demonstrated the ability to make someone cum on eye contact. Not canonically accurate.

dozekiller:

Don't fucking powerscale our gay porn

PantySeer (Verified Cape) (New Wave):

Nobody should have ever shown you erotica. You read the word 'muscles' once and your brain irreparably latched on.

Point_Me_ _The_Sky (Verified Cape) (New Wave):

:P

I write it for the plot

SpecificProtagonist:

Mmmmm girl that's that good shit. I can smell what you're cooking.

FourDimensionalSandwich:

That is not how gay sex works. wtf is a boypussy?

Winged_One:

PancreasPunch!

Pain has demonstrated full control over individuals' nervous systems following eye contact. Can likely force an orgasm.

SpecificProtagonist:

Very good to know.

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