"Saiki! Saiki look!" Mei shouted, running into the men's changing room without doing anything else to announce her presence. Which meant she ran in while his dick was hanging out, not that she gave it any more attention than a single lingering look before her crosshair eyes locked on his face. Her own expression a gigantic and proud grin. "I did it! It's finished!" she declared, holding up a contraption that looked like it would fit onto the back of his suit and rest under his wings.

"And it is?" the hero student asked, laying out his costume and putting on the first contraption Mei made for him. The jock that could contain his package. Suddenly very necessary as being naked in front of a very bouncy and cute girl was giving rise to a familiar problem. "Oh, wait, is that–?"

"Yepyepyep!" she answered before he could even fully ask. "Mei Hatsume's patented wing-assisted powder dispersal system!"

"Patented?"

"Well, patent pending! Come on, put it on! I wanna see my baby in action!"

He began climbing into his suit. "Now? I've, uh, I've kind of got something going on now, Mei."

"I know, you're about to fight that... Uh... That one girl! With the hair! And the teeth! That's why this is the perfect time! You can go out there and end this thing in one fwoom! Well... It's really more of a 'fshhhh' sound. But it'll be over instantly and then everyone will be like 'Woah, what a cool support item! I wanna know who made that! Maybe she can make something cool like that for me!' And I CAN!"

"Okay. Mei?" Saiki prepared a question as he grabbed her shoulders with bare hands. "Do you need a brain reset again?"

"No! Maybe! I kind of want one! But right now I want you to try my baby more!"

"Okay." He kissed her on the forehead. "You know what? I'm not going to test it on Katsumi. That's not happening."

"But–!"

"But," he cut her off, drawing out the word, "As soon as it's done, we can play around with it, do some live testing, see how it works. Then after, we can give your brain a good, hard reset. Okay?"

"... You promise?"

"I promise."

The vibrant inventor let out a squeal. "Yay! You're the best, Saiki!"

"I am. Now how do I put this on? Might as well wear it during the match and test the fit if nothing else."

Dressed and ready, he emerged from the changing room. And by chance, Katsumi emerged from the girls' changing room at the same time. "You ready?"

"I'm taking you down this time," she promised.

It was a promise she made often. "You're gonna try. And then when you lose, do you know what's gonna happen?"

"Shut it."

"Don't worry Katsumi. I'll take her somewhere nice." She tried to storm off, but he caught up with her easily, holding her in place by the shoulders. "Before I take her. In every way I've taken you. She's going to beg me to give her that treatment every single day. Then she's going to beg me for mercy when she realises she could never handle everything I've got." He leaned in, around her explosive hair decorations to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to ruin her."

"Fuck you."

"Don't stain your costume, Bombshell," he warned her as he gave her ass a good squeeze. "Maybe if you're good I'll let you taste her juices from me." The squeeze turned into a slap as he moved away and walked ahead. "Give me everything you've got. We're playing for keeps this time."

The peanut gallery was full as he entered the gym. Which is to say, the rest of the class were in attendance, along with Mei, Eraserhead and Cementoss. The teachers being in costume made sense. Some of his classmates also suited up made less sense. "What's going on? I thought we arranged this to be a one-on-one deal?"

"Much as it felt like a waste of time," Aizawa opined, "That was the plan. Then your class rep had a bright idea."

"I thought since you're fighting Katsumi, and we have the gym reserved for it with Mister Aizawa watching, we might as well make it a class event!" Momo explained proudly. "After you two, there are more matches planned! That way everyone can take the opportunity to gauge their progress and find ways to improve!"

"Or maybe settle some grudges," Kyoka added, looking at Momo and Izuku with a smirk.

"There's no grudge!" Momo insisted. "She beat me! It's been a long time since we sparred. I want to see how I've improved since I started incorporating my quirk into hand to hand!"

"Yeah yeah, nobody cares!" Katsumi complained. "Can we get on with this?!"

Aizawa rolled his eyes at Katsumi's typical aggression. "This is how I'm spending my morning," he grumbled to himself before continuing louder. "If things get too intense, we're stopping the spar. Understand? Saisei, I can't shut off your enhancements but I can shut off your wings and Cementoss can swat you like a bug."

"Got it." They weren't screwing around. Made sense. Basically the sports festival rules. He looked over to his classmates, wondering just how many of them knew there was something at stake here. His lovers knew. His boys knew. They probably spread it around how his and Katsumi's sex life worked. Hell, he basically told them himself with the maid service stunt. They had no idea what was at stake though. Izuku might actually slug him if she knew. "Can we get a little terrain for this? Let's make it a little realistic." Fights barely ever happened on a perfectly flat plane.

The teachers looked at one another. Eraserhead shrugged. Cementoss lay his hands on the floor and in response, it erupted into crags, cliffs and crevices of concrete. Very similar to how the gym looked for their ultimate move training.

Saiki nodded in approval. It didn't particularly advantage either of them. He could take cover from her mid-range attacks. She could still chase him down easily if he tried to take to the air. And both of them could use it offensively and defensively.

"Kick his ass, Bakugo!"

"Wha–?" Kirishima's voice?! "I thought you were supposed to be on my side!"

"Yeah, man! But we see you win all the time!"

"Exactly!" Kaminari agreed with a grin. "Root for the underdog! Gekoku–!"

"The hell did you just call me, Sparky?!"

"N-Nothing, never mind!"

"Can we get this over with, please?" Aizawa asked, as dry and disinterested as ever. "Are you two ready?"

"One second!" Releasing his wings, Saiki flew up to one of the tallest peaks, standing atop it to look down at Katsumi. "There. Now I'm ready."

"Like hell!" With explosive force, Katsumi blasted her way up and onto another spire, specifically the one that was clearly taller than his. "There!"

"Oh hell yeah!" Kirishima exclaimed. "This is some real Goku versus Vegeta stuff now!"

"Wait," Sato said, looking between the two combatants. "Which one's Goku?"

"Pretty sure they're both Vegeta," Kyoka suggested.

"Alright, I'm already sick of this," Eraserhead groused. "Just fight already."

As good a signal as any. Katsumi thought so, blasting her mountaintop to rubble as she exploded herself off of it, then another blast with one hand sending her right at her opponent at high speed, while the other aimed right at him, a grin on her face. That grin stayed in place as he disappeared from sight almost faster than she could track, as her arms were already moving to follow him. To meet his downward assault with her own upward assault. "AP MACHINE GUN!" Dozens of small blasts fired from her hands, each one with the explosive, penetrative force of the technique that almost defeated him in the sports festival.

Three struck him, two more clipped him before he aborted his attack. A breath of air left his lungs as he went to ground. The chest of his costume was a ruin, his skin blackened from the explosion. His training had paid off. If he had been the same as in the sports festival he would've been taken out just like that. She predicted him that easily?!

"Wanna know how I knew?" Katsumi asked aloud. "You wouldn't go where I was already aiming. You can fly with your shitty bug wings." An explosion rang out overhead. Small. She was moving. "Knocking me down is two hits for one and means I have to get up to you again. Or you come down to me and ambush me with your speed." Another blast. "But up here, I can see you coming," another, "from a mile away."

He looked up. There she was, her grenade arm pointing downward, her finger pulling the pin. His eyes widened.

A cataclysmic blast eclipsed that side of the arena, pillars shattered to rubble, the gym floor a cratered ruin.

"Jeez, Bakugo isn't taking any prisoners this time, huh?" Kaminari asked.

"Yeah, well, she's always been hardcore," Kirishima reminded him, "plus Saiki probably plans to make her do something humiliating if she loses." He looked to the small group of girls that had congregated together. "Do you guys know what he's planning?"

"The maid thing was pret-ty cool," Kaminari said with a lecherous smile.

"I'll tell Melissa you said so," Tsuyu croaked from behind him.

"P-Please don't!"

Momo sighed as she pet Mei's hair, the support course girl leaning into her hand far too much like a cat for Kyoka's comfort. "I'd like to know too, but he's being tight-lipped about it."

"But, we can guess it'll be gross," Kyoka assumed.

"And demeaning," Izuku added.

Momo nodded. "Yes, Katsumi will love it."

"Come on out, Saiki!" Katsumi goaded as she blasted her way from peak to peak, chasing him down and refusing to let him find a moment to hide. "Let's have this out!" Another blast cracked a craggy concrete wall in half, her prey hiding on the other side of it forced to flee again. "Since when do you run away like a little bitch?! You're a hero, aren't you?!"

"You're right!" he answered back, reappearing on top of another platform lower than her vantage point. "What is it you say about heroes?" He dodged upward to escape her blast, letting his platform take the hit instead. "The best heroes have to win no matter what!"

"Bastard!" She aimed again.

"Notice anything, Bombshell?"

She blinked, wondered what he meant. She didn't want to take her eyes off him but she didn't have to. He was right out in the open.

Because everything was out in the open.

Cementoss sighed. "Why did he even ask for terrain?"

"Congrats, Katsumi! You blow up just about every bit of cover I could have!" Saiki praised her efforts with wide open arms, making him look even more like a target. And one Katsumi wasn't about to ignore as she renewed her attempts to gun him down. "But I noticed something! Your reactions–" His body seemed to blur out of existence to Katsumi's vision, but in truth he backflipped over her onslaught and flew in the other direction. "–still aren't as fast as I am. When you aimed at me earlier, it was because you had to predict me," he explained as he continued to evade her fire, "figure out and set the table for me so you'd know what move would be my best move and counter it. But once that didn't take me out–"

"Shut your damn mouth!"

"You couldn't follow," he continued with a smile that stayed in one place just long enough to make sure she saw it. "Should've fought me in the crevices. Limit my movements, set the table like you did before. But you couldn't let yourself be a sitting duck could you? You're the act first type. Push the advantage. It's a fantastic attitude. Hell, I had to learn to be more like you! But you wanna know what you learn by being reactive?" He spiralled through her explosions, knowing she must have been feeling the strain by now as he moved in closer, then dropped into a dive as he approached her. "BRICK BREAK!"

Katsumi blasted herself away as she felt the vibrations of Saiki's fists shoot through the concrete. Sending herself airborne a moment before Saiki chased her, the vantage point collapsing behind him. "Never interrupt someone when they're making a mistake."

"Tch!" The blonde blasted away again, aiming for him but also to push herself away. A quick series of explosive flashes led the audience's eyes through the quick dance between two technically flight capable combatants. But one was clearly on the run from the other, unable to mount a proper offense while denying her opponent the finishing blow.

What she didn't realise was how he was boxing her in, guiding her upward, further and further until they were fighting right under the roof. "Time's up, Katsumi. She's my bitch now, just like you."

"Like hell!" As he thought she was cornered, she played her last gambit, her second grenade. Her thumb already hooked in the pin, the only aggressive move she could make in the time she was given. Only, as she released the pin, his arm jerked hers upward to launch the attack skyward, blowing a hole in the roof and blasting both of them toward the rubble below. Black smoke choked the arena. A plume that billowed outward from the combatants as they struck the ground like a meteor.

As it cleared, Saiki was underneath Katsumi. But not out of defeat. He took the landing for her. Then immediately afterward, flipped them over with his lover's wrists pinned in his hands, her legs trapped under his. "That's my win."

Pops and explosions burst from her hands, trying to break his grip on her wrists. "I can still fiiiight!" she insisted through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah?" Saiki leaned down and kissed her aggressively in front of everyone there. "I don't think you can."

"Bastard...!"

"Bitch." He leaned down next to her ear. "Mine. I'm keeping you, got that?"

"Fuck you...!" She struggled for a moment longer... Before giving in. "... Next time."

"I'll look forward to it."

Kaminari looked over the blasted hellscape that used to be Gym Gamma. Strewn rubble. A broken roof. Craters. "Man. This is what they do for foreplay?"

"Whatever works I guess," Kirishima said, scratching his cheek. "I, uh... Yeah. I might be big on manly spirit, but I don't think I could've ever matched up to this kind of intensity."

"You okay, man?"

"Yeah... Some things were just never gonna happen."

-(-)-

"You're such a dumb kid. Hood drawn up, hands in your pockets, not sketchy at all. Definitely doesn't draw attention to some punk kid taking a beautiful older woman to a love hotel."

Saiki glanced at Mitsuki. He had thought it was sensible. "I'm pretty recognisable at this point. Best to be on the safe side."

"If you say so."

Taking the key and unlocking their room, he gave her a not quite gentle push. "Just get inside."

They had set some of the rules for this in advance. Arranged things to be this way, taking her to a love hotel, for the comfort of all participants. Even the ones not directly in the room.

"Yes sir!" she answered with a giggle. Her handbag deposited on a side table, she started undressing. At least her outer layers. Smirking as she saw Saiki do the same. "Hey, you should make sure you keep some in the tank for when you get back to the dorms."

"Yeah?"

The mother smiled at him. "If Katsumi is anything like my Masaru, she'll be desperate when you get back. That's the way it works, at least for us. I get my brains fucked out, then he comes in to show me exactly who I really belong to." Shrugging off her tanktop to leave herself in just a bra, she continued, "No matter how good the fucking is, that's always the best part."

"That's actually kind of sweet in a fucked up kind of way." He didn't think it would go quite that way for Katsumi though.

"Right? This is a little different though. Usually he's right there watching."

"Well, this is less weird this way. For everyone involved." The hero student was sure Masaru wouldn't want Katsumi in the room, Saiki wasn't sure about having Masaru in the room, and he wasn't sure Katsumi would want to be in the room at all. "Got your phone ready?"

"Mm-hm. You?"

"All good." Tossing it onto the bed, he dropped his pants and with a half second's thought, his boxers. Leaving only his jock on. "So... You got any rules? I can be pretty domineering in bed. Things you don't want, you say 'em now if we're putting on a show. How about talk?"

"Heh. You can be rough," she promised him. "In fact I prefer it. And you can talk big and try to tear him down. He likes that. It really riles him up for when I get home. Oh, and no matter what I say otherwise, I'm on the pill. As for what I don't want, just the gross stuff is off limits."

"Define 'gross stuff' because I plan on reshaping all of your holes."

"Ooh, that's a promise I like. No, by gross stuff, I mean the only thing coming out of that," she pointed at his bulge, "is your cum, and nothing is coming out from the back side. Get me?"

"Yeah, that's not my bag either." Good to know there weren't any real dealbreakers for either of them. Really, this was a little more clinical an opening than he was used to, but for something like this it was important to make sure everyone was aware of the boundaries.

"Alright then. I'll just freshen up a little and get things started. I'll be back in... How about something like a minute?"

"Sounds good."

She threw him a wink over her shoulder, wiggling her juicy ass in her dark lingerie with each step toward the en-suite bathroom. She really was like an older Katsumi. A slightly thicker one. A more openly slutty one. A more confident one. Well, not to say Katsumi wasn't confident, but it was often more like arrogance on her part.

Speaking of whom, Saiki picked up his phone from the bed, his ears twitching as he heard Mitsuki on a similar call to the one he was about to make. "I love you, honey."

That was sweet. In its own way. But very different to the relationship he experienced with her daughter. "Hey, slut."

"Bastard...!"

"You keep calling me that. It's like you've forgotten the rules." He tutted to himself, opting to let it go. He didn't want to win any more from her for just that anymore. "You better obey this rule though. Because you're such a desperate degenerate slut, I'll let you touch yourself while you watch. But you don't get to cum. If you make yourself cum before I get back, I'm going to punish you for it."

"Tch, who would even–?!"

"You," he answered flatly. "You would. And we both know it. Aside from that... Enjoy the show!" Carefully, he set the phone down in a stand so it would stay upright, the camera pointed at where the action would take place. Then shut off the screen.

He waited for the door to open, waited to see Mitsuki come out. Just as he thought when she went in, she was like a vision of the future. He hoped in twenty years his competitive little slut looked half this good. Phenomenal womanly curves, made to be squeezed and manhandled. Slapped and pinched. Ruthlessly fucked. And as he stared at her with hunger, he could see the want in her eyes too. The want for exactly that kind of treatment. She set her phone down just as he had done for his, on the exact opposite side of the room. But as she set hers down and put it in place, he was on her. "Tell me what you're here for, slut." His fingers sank into her soft body, gripping her thigh with one hand and the other pressed against her belly.

"Hah," a soft, erotic little moaning gasp as she leaned back into his possessive embrace. "I'm here because I saw my daughter's boyfriend. I couldn't help myself."

"So that's what you need, huh? To think a married woman would be so shameless. Your husband can't handle it?" he asked, looking at her camera. "Needs a real man to step in to show his slutty wife a good time?"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as his hands moved aggressively squeezing her breasts. Mauling them with his hands before ripping her lingerie off to get at them directly. "Ah, yes! I need a man who'll fuck me! I need a man with a big fat cock who'll use me like a cheap whore!"

"Like mother, like daughter," he said mockingly, dropping his jock to let his thick cock spring free and slap against her back. "Come here then, slut." He turned her around, her body pressed against his, her back to the camera. He saw her eyes light up a moment before she tried to drop to her knees, only for him to pull her back up. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna suck your fat cock!" she promised.

"You think you get to decide that on your own?" he asked, pulling her hair. "Do you think a cheating slut like you gets to decide what happens next? You don't have permission to suck my cock yet."

"Ahhhhahaha... Please sir!" she begged, grinning at him as he held her tightly. "Please let me suck your huge cock! I need it in my throat! I wanna taste it! I wanna choke on it!"

"That's better." Letting go of her hair, he pushed her down by her shoulder, turning so both cameras would be able to see it happen. "Then get to work."

"Yes sir!" And so she proved herself. Her intent and her skills in one opening. She took the base of the shaft in hand, squatting with her legs open as she bathed his cock and balls with her tongue. Licking and tasting every square inch of his package with reverence and worship before even thinking of taking it into her mouth. "Mm, sho good!" But take it in she did, and while Katsumi had a thing or two to learn about giving head, Mitsuki bobbed up and down his pole like a pro, regardless of the girth, the strain of the task. She sucked and slurped, staring up into Saiki's eyes, then at the camera, then even at the other camera on the other side of the room. Even winking, like she was imparting a lesson for the girl on the other side of that camera. Letting him out of her hot and tight throat, she once again returned to her devotion and worship, sucking his balls while jerking him furiously.

"That's a good bitch," he praised her, smiling at his camera. "Get back on there." She followed his order, taking his cock between her lips again as he grabbed her head, roughly fucking her throat. Wanting to bring himself to his first climax. He didn't know what Mitsuki thought as she vigorously finger-fucked her soaked pussy, but to him this felt like just a prelude. And he wasn't going to move on to the main course without blowing a load down the blonde woman's throat. "Drink it down slut!" he ordered her, forcing her down almost all of the way as he shot his cum into her gullet.

"Ghlk! Ghlk! Ghlk!" Her swallows were loud in the otherwise silent room, the sight of her throat bobbing with every swallow easily visible to the viewer. Made it easy to see and hear as the wife and mother drank the hot cum of a man who was barely more than a stranger. Gahhh!" Mitsuki gasped as the still hard cock escaped her lips. "S-So much...!"

"I'll give you this much. You're better at drinking cum than your daughter is."

She chuckled throatily, her tongue sliding over the sticky mess she left behind on his shaft. However, she was barely given any time for her self-assigned task before he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. "Ah!"

He followed her there, climbing atop her and pinned her legs up, driving into her cunt. "Time for this hole to drink its share."

"Oh fuck, you're so bi-i-i-ig!" she shouted, her word drawn out as he mercilessly pounded her soaked cunt. Both of them staring at his camera while the other got a front row seat to her slutty hole was pried open again and again. The girth of the shaft already pulling the lips apart, the bulge toward the base was enough to make her gasp at the strain every time it popped in and out of her experienced cunt. "So deep! You're kissing my womb! Fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder! Use me!" He hammered her. An experience of getting fucked that could only be granted by a superhuman. The slaps and shlicking of the stirring and stuffing of her pussy a one-way ticket to a mind-melting orgasm. "Ahaaaa... Honey! It's so good! He's fucking me so good! I'm sorry I'm such a whore but I can't get enough! Ahhhh!"

"Take it, slut! Take my cum!"

"No! W-Wait! Don't! I'll get pregnant! Stop, please! Don't knock me up in front of my husband!"

"Is that really what you want?!" he demanded, grabbing her throat and squeezing just enough to be felt. "You want me to pull out now? Huh?"

"I...! No! No! I'm sorry honey! I'm going to get knocked up! I want it! Dump it all in my womb! Give Katsumi a baby sister! Just don't ever pull out!"

"Honest sluts get what they want!" Saiki declared, driving deep into her pussy as his balls pumped dollop after dollop of hot cum into her womb.

"Ahhh! Yesssss!" Mitsuki hissed, her hips jerking and toes curling as she came again. "Ah, w-what?!" She felt him continue. Right after he fired a load into her desperately thirsty pussy, he was right back to fucking her. "W-Wait! Seriously?!" Some of the play dropped from her voice.

"I'm not done with you yet. You better hold on tight because you've got a long way to go."

"Oh my go-o-o-o-od!"

Three more times. He didn't even slow down until he filled her womb three more times. Her pussy a sticky white mess by the time he was done. He had made her ride him, facing both cameras in turn as she bounced on his cock. He had fucked her from behind, forcing her husband to see her slutty blissed out expression as her tits bounced from the speed and power of his thrusts.

Then, for his grand finale, he switched targets. His dick finally slipped out of her pussy, to move upward to Mitsuki's tightest hole. All where Katsumi could easily see as the bulbous head pushed her open. As her asshole devoured him inch by inch.

"Ahhhh... Honeyyyy...!" Mitsuki sang more than spoke. "He's in my ass now...! His huge dick is filling my ass...! Honeyyyy... Sorry your wife is a whore... Katsumi... You should be a whore just like Mama...! It's fun...! Find a good man to, ah..." Her upper body collapsed as he started pounding her ass. "To make you his bitch. Ohhh! You found one! Can I borrow him sometimes? He's really good...! Ahaha...!"

With a slap of her juicy ass, Saiki dumped his final load into her clutching asshole before pulling out. Mitsuki was a used up mess. But, that was to be expected. She was an ordinary person after all. Didn't have any hero training, or much training at all really. She was just a world class slut who did her best and from what he could tell, got exactly what she wanted.

He turned to his camera, switched on the screen for just long enough to see Katsumi's naked lower body and sticky thighs. Her wide-eyed stare. "See you soon," he promised. Then ended the call. He considered getting the other camera too... But that part of things wasn't really his business. "This was a great time. We should do it again, slut."

"Hahaha..."

Still blissed out. Well, that was fine. He got dressed, then left the room, setting the lock on the door before he left.

That certainly was a fun experience. Playing the role of a homewrecker? Mother and daughter together could be fun, but he wasn't sure they'd really go for it. That was a much bigger ask than... Okay, this entire situation was a big ask and only went as well as it did because apparently the Bakugo family were kinky as fuck. Saiki imagined he was probably at least partially responsible for that, at least as far as Katsumi was concerned. But he wasn't going to feel guilt or regret over that.

Especially not when he returned to his dorm room to find Katsumi waiting there. Looking furious. But in that particular way she did when she wasn't actually furious. Resting murderous face. That was a good name for it. "Did you follow my rule?"

"Did you knock up my mom?"

"That isn't an answer to my question–"

"Asshole, did you knock up my mom?!" she demanded.

He smiled. "She's on birth control. She told me before we started." A pause. "Well?"

She looked away. Her lips twitched angrily. "I followed your bullshit rule."

"That's a good slut!"

"Fuck you!" Only in a baggy top, the feisty blonde tomboy dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his cock out. "You see this?! This belongs to me! You're mine! You got that?! This?!" She took him into her mouth, trying to suck it down her throat like Mitsuki did only with a lot more difficulty. "Guh, hah, this is mine! That old skank doesn't get it! You got that?!"

"No," he answered. Katsumi grit her teeth as he lowered himself to her level. He reached down, his fingers cupping her sopping wet mound. She shuddered just from the touch. She really hadn't climaxed once during that whole ordeal, no matter how arousing it was. "I get to fuck her however I want. That was the deal." She wanted to argue. He could see it in her eyes. Yet... She didn't. "And you're wrong. This?" he prompted with a gentle rub of her twitching, desperate pussy, "This is mine. I told you when I won. I'm keeping you. This belongs to me." He stood again, taking hold of her head. "This? Belongs to me." He looked down at her, with something a little more meaningful than possessiveness in his eyes as she sucked his dick. "You're mine. I'm keeping you. And I'm never letting you go. Got that?"

She stared up at him. That same emotion as his finding its way into her eyes, before she set herself to sucking his cock with new devotion. She yowled like a cat when he finally filled her pussy, finally let her crest that peak. Then settled in for the most satisfying marathon session of her life as he gave her everything Mitsuki got and more.

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A/N: This chapter seen very very early on THE GREAT FORBIDDEN P! FEAR THE P! LOVE THE P!