𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖙

“Holy—" Satoru's voice falters, his gaze fixed on what he is holding like it is the holy grail, a pair of used panties. He guesses it's the one you removed after returning from the gym, and it is now in his hands.

He swallows thickly, his mind clouded by lustful thoughts already. Anyone else would have told you that you forgot your dirty clothes in the bathroom after taking a shower, or maybe even thrown them in your laundry basket for you, but not him--he wouldn't pass up a precious opportunity like this. Not him, that has been pinning over you for a while now.

Satoru peeks in the hallway outside the bathroom, making sure you're not around, and really went out to that 'girl's night' you talked about so excitedly earlier - which, by the way, you looked breathtaking with that outfit, Satoru thinks.

He tucks the piece in his pocket- just in case -and walks in a beeline to his room, locking his door behind him. Satoru plops on his bed, takes the panties out and stares at them for several minutes, his mind at war between his arousal and morals.

His teeth latch at his bottom lip, biting it nervously until he lets out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his soft milky hair to rub his temples afterwards. 

“Satoru Gojo, what the fuck are you doing,” he says, rebuking himself. His self-deprecation doesn't last long as he finally lets his libido win, bringing your panties closer to his face.

Satoru inhales directly onto where your pussy would rest, a guttural groan escaping from his throat as your scent and pheromones of your cunt fill out his nostrils, his hand hovers over his tented sweatpants, stroking his hard rock cock over his layers of clothes.

He engraves the smell of musk and tinges of sweat from your pussy in his mind, almost as if he had his head buried between your thighs and could taste it. Taste you. Oh, that is what he craves most in the world right now. To have your legs lock him tight into a trap against your cunny. His mouth attached to you, and his tongue relentlessly fucking your pussy - relishing in your essence and teasing you to death until you're pleading him with tears to let you cum on his cock.

Satoru hastily tugs down his sweatpants, and his throbbing cock springs out, touching his abdomen and leaking in pre. He shuts his eyes to focus on his fantasies with you, hissing as he thumbs the slit of his cockhead, smearing his precum over the head, picturing you're the one soaking his shaft with drool and not himself, your pretty lips pressing a chaste kiss on his teary tip, giving him bedroom eyes.

"Fuck," he pants, his brows knitting together as he spits on his hand and strokes his erect cock at languid tugs, squeezing at the base and twisting up to the tip. 'Oh you would look so pretty, with your pretty mascara running down your face and gagging on this cock', he thinks. Satoru takes his sweet time, diving into his fantasies and picturing everything he's ever wished to do to you. 

When he thinks he's about to cum, he painfully slows down, putting himself through a desperate and painful pleasing situation. Satoru presses his nose against the underwear and gives kitten licks to the rough fabric, trying to imagine what you taste like. The faint taste of your cunt lingers on his tongue and has his dick twitching on his palm. 

Breathy moans of your name spill out from his lips, thinking of what would happen if you caught him in the act jerking himself on you. His dick twitches again, would you be aroused? Would it trigger this to a scene out of a porn video in which you end up bouncing on his cock and screaming out his name?

His mind is filled with lustful thoughts about you, and he speeds up his ministrations, his grunts dropping an octave as the coiling tension in his abdomen is about to snap. He hovers your panties over his throbbing cock, jerking his hips up as he fucks into them. He wants to cum on them, to leave them soiled with his seed for you to see, but he doesn't dare to - not yet at least, he knows you'd freak out.

But he promises himself one day he'll get his way with you and will have you writhing underneath him, your face contorting in pleasure and squirting, damping his bedsheets. Satoru moans as he reaches his climax, it hits him like a trainwreck as he spills himself on your underwear, his seed seeping out through your panties.

Satoru forces his blissed-out eyes to open, fighting to steady his ragged breath. Unbeknownst to him you came back earlier from your outing due to an unexpected rain and noticed your dirty underwear missing.

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

the twinkle in his eyes when he looked you up and down confirmed he had the same thoughts. he’s only in a robe, angelic silver hair cascading down his face. to be blunt, you interrupted a jack-off session he was having, the man smiling through the painfully hard erection he had, hoping it’s not too evident. there’s surely a bulge there. your nipples are perk, of course, not shielded by a bra. skin alluring and glistening under the sunlight. his multicolored painted fingernails clutching the door he holds open for you to come inside, glancing around his neighborhood to see if anyone was being nosey. this for sure looked like a skit from a porno. he’s wondering if the universe sent him a blessing or just teasing?

“so what’s the charity for?”

“ensuring the safety of teens and young adults when it comes to unprotected sex. basically pays for condoms, lube—”

tengen is barely listening as you further explain your agenda, mind drifting elsewhere, focused on the pillows of your strawberry glossed lips, knowing they taste sweet. you do this thing where you curve your lips to the side when you’re thinking so the dot in your cheek sinks in, creasing a dimple. your makeup is done but not too much considering the weather. falsies and fake freckles. big eyes fascinated by such a gorgeous, gorgeous man. almost too perfect. you wonder if he’s a model. he lives in a nice, big house in the suburbs. finances must be in tact.

“—plus it’s summer and cars should look good to pull some women, right? you look like you own a beauty.”

“a beauty for sure,” tengen rasps, his features growing dark and lustful. it’s dripping off his tongue like honey.

“can i see?” you bite your lips, your forearms hugging the side of your tits closer to make them even more appealing. the man pokes his cheek with his long fingers, feeling silly, your charm working.

tengen doesn’t know why this thought comes up, but when he’s leading you to the backyard with a high fence, grill, and umbrella table—and you’re beside him, dainty, soft, small compared to his figure—she looks really familiar is what he thinks, lingering on it. the 6’6 man grabs his keys hanging by the door to unlock the obsidian 2020 chevrolet silverado truck with red tow hooks, grinning as you swoon for the vehicle, cute gasps and squeals as you skip towards the truck to pull open the doors, obsessed with the interior. leather seats warm and rich. you’re bent over as you peak your head inside, tengen no better than any other man as he cocks his head to the side to get a better look at your ass. he practically chokes on his spit when he notices how fat your pussy is, eating up the material so depravedly it has him gulping and shifting where he stood.

“jesus, fuck,” his hands are clammy now. even if you were truly being innocent, he had to hold back. you were too young for him. too supple. too—innocent? the velvety softness of his tongue is salivating for you, wanting to drown in your cunt and drink it like water. you smell good, too. when you brushed past him he caught a whiff; like marshmallows and honeysuckle.

“she’s so fucking sexy,” you praise, caressing your hands over the seats, looking over your shoulder with a wicked upturn of your lips. tengen feels it now. and he’s ready to say fuck it. you weren’t here just for a car wash. it’s like pen on paper. “what’s her name?”

“veronica.”

you giggle. “can i ride her one day?”

a brow of his arches at your question, the batting of your lashes turning him aberrant. he’s really not liking who he’s becoming right now. losing self-control, respect for himself, respect for you. he doesn’t give a shit about a charity right now. all he knows is that he wants to use you, needs to fuck you, make you his girl. “you expect that i’ll let you come back?”

“i know you will,” now you’re standing inches apart now, rattling your bucket to knock him out of his daydreams. “hose? where?”

the stern clench in his jaw makes your clit jump, tengen opening his garage door to give you access to all his car necessities. he excused himself, taking a breather and battling with his desires as he curses his dick out when he’s slipping on basketball shorts and a white tank. tengen catches himself when he’s peering out his bedroom window to see you arching over his truck, shorts snug and shirt damp with water as you ring out the soapy sponge in your hands, giggling to yourself and tucking those plush lips when you get yourself a little too wet. your head knocks up and catches his gaze on you, biting your lips and winking.

fuck the wash. fuck the charity. fuck his morals.

to his unknown, your phone is perched up against the inside of his truck, snug in a corner between the seat and the door, peaking inside with your ass high and swaying, waiting for him to come back down. you got him. ‘course you did. not to toot your own horn or anything, but you’re very irresistible. your millions of subscribers on girlybimbos.net could vouch for you. you’re live streaming now, your lilac acrylic between your teeth as you twiddle your fingers gently to greet your money makers. slipping a tit out for a little tease.

“my neighbors coming back,” you giggle sweetly, the sound like heaven to the men who worship you, to the women who want to be you, or be with you. comment after comment. tip after tip. it makes you feel so happy. they get greedier, jealous even when they notice a pair of big hands snatching your ass back to mold against a rock hard cock, damp with precum and jumping with covetous need. you smile into your shoulder as you look back at him, his face reading everything his dick was telling you.

“this okay?” the man strains, avidly tugging at the band of your shorts, spotting a cute tramp stamp tat on your love handle, ‘brat’ is what it says, drawn inside of a pink heart.

“what do you think?” tengen groans as you shift your ass back, resting your cheek on your shoulder as you continue to rock back and forth, dipping your hips to create a photographic memory in his mind. you’re grateful for the step bar that’s on the side of the truck considering how much taller he is, your ass sitting at just the right angle for him to slide his dick inside. but before he does any of that, he’s molding the flesh of your ass in his hands, soft like dough as he sloppily mouths at your cheeks while spreading them apart.

your fists ball as you whimper from his scorching touch, feeling the vibration through his kisses. your shorts are to your knees now, back arched as you suck on your lips and scrunch up your face when he’s pulling your black thong to the side to catch your sluice clit with his tongue, gasping as he swats at your ass each time he licks your pussy, devours your essence and ruts his tongue on that cute little pearl as you grind back on his face with frenzy. he doesn’t lay on it longer, too fucking hard to be playing tease right now. tengen’s giving the back of your thighs open mouthed french kisses, your head all fuzzy. it’s a lucid drug.

“fuck, that’s somethin’ else,” he’s hissing, tongue quickly swirling over his bottom lip before his brows are connecting and he’s got his heavy cock in his rough palm now. it’s tempting. if he’s laying on his back it’ll rest on his tummy just at his belly button. protruding veins on either side leading up to his fat head, mushroom shaped and a pastel pink tone to it. width about the same as a graph ruler. perfection at its finest. that wet pat pat! at the entrance of your cunt he taps with the heavy head of his cock makes you squeal, the noise so cute. fuck—you’re too cute. he’s gotta make you his.

“use me, please,” your head is tilting side to side as if you’re drunk, feeling the warm air hit your pussy, soaked and convulsing for him. abandoned. craving to be sheltered. catered to. full. “fuck me, please, pl—”

“quiet,” quiet? that’s nearly foreign for you once he’s pushing his fat cockhead into your taut, little pussy, chipping his lip with his teeth as he takes his time to sink into you, observing how your pussy grips his cock and pulls him in, releasing control so easily.

“that’s really—shit, fuck—that’s—” swat! he smacks your ass again and follows it with a gentle thrust and a nasty fucking moan. your toes curl and your grip on the leather seats become harsher, trying to accommodate his barbaric size. “tight little thing.”

you mewl from his praise, breath hitching. it’s too much to take all at once. so, you crawl forward to give yourself a minute. “you’re so—fuckin’ big, mmph!”

he doesn’t allow that, kissing his teeth and tutting a gruff ‘unh uh, come back’, bending so his head pokes inside the black ice scented vehicle, pulling you back by your hair until you’re scooting your ass back out the frame of the door, tengen standing straight again. he works his way in, not a total asshole about it. rolling his waist to knock into you, making it easier. proud to see you finally taking it like the good girl he knows you can be. he has faith in you. it’s a fucking prize when his sharp abdomen’s kissing the globes of your ass, your soppy pussy coating his skin.

you shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t be fucking crying at all, but the way he pistons his hips and fucks you hard, skin clapping roughly and subtle fingers scratching at the dip of his flexing ass—you can’t help it. feels so good. it’s making you dumb, melting under his vehement gropes and brutal pounds. one of tengen’s hands slaps on the hood of his truck, keeping the other wrapped around your hair in a fist and raising his leg to stay on the step bar, grunting, cussing like a sailor, throat drying. there’s no fucking way you should be this fucking addictive. he swears he’s losing his mind even more, your whimpers and squeaks like music to his ears. the visible stretch your pussy showcases as he glanced for another take.

the man is adamant, that’s for sure. tastes rarely changing when it came to his women, and how he liked to fuck them. his flamboyancy is what drew you in. so impeccably godly. you’re immobile when his buff body enters the vehicle, pinning his weight entirely on your back, heaving on your cheek. tengen’s got his long fingers in your mouth now, telling you to ‘gag on these’ while he’s rutting his cock in you like a ferocious animal. he’s suffocating you, but you fucking love it. love being trapped beneath him. love hearing his moans clearier in your ear as your eyes cross and you fall out, into space.

“m’fuckin’ cummin’, baby,” air catches in his throat, sitting up some to loom over your body. “can i cum in this pussy? yeah? fill you up real good?”

“want your cum,” you’re blabbering, clapping your ass up to meet each scabrous thrust, flesh bouncing like jelly, choking on your spit when his hot hand clasps onto the back of your neck and keeps you down, fucking his cock like you’re his toy. a special toy he’s been waiting for.

“shit—you’re so cute,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing tight, managing to chuckle through his endless streams of moans. “bouncing like a bunny. so needy. i make you that way?”

you can’t form a word, slobbering over his fingers and focused on only one thing, your high. tengen pulls his fingers out and grabs your chin, smearing your own spit as he pinches your cheeks, your eyes fighting to stay open. “unh? i make you that way, baby? so fuckin’ cock drunk you start fucking yourself on it? am i your toy?”

“y-yeah. yesss, fuck—” tears are leaking down your face, the pleasure so intensely overwhelming, his raspy voice in your ear coaxing you further.

he ups his chin. “you using me? for what, hmm? been wanting to cum real good? boys your age not treating your pussy right?”

it’s like he’s being cruel, edging himself on purpose until you’re at your peak with him, arms bulging as he balls his fists and plants it flat on the seats, lifting like he’s doing push ups and snapping his hips viciously. you scream, hiccuping stupidly as your legs separate and you’re spasming, slapping at the back of the drivers seat and shoving your face into the seats before you, your phone falling into a compartment on the side door, your fans only hearing the squeaky hot leather, sticky skin clashing, and both of your moans conjoining.

“answer me. don’t act shy now ‘cause your cunts full,” he seethes, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. a damn mess. the straps to your shirt slipping off, tits bouncing and falling out years ago. tongue stuck out as you pant like a dog and your eyes turn white like pinballs.

“they can’t fuck me like you do! c-can’t—ah!—can’t handle me like you. they’re too fucking stupid. never care about what i want. i-i need an older man who knows how to fuck me.”

he’s getting off on your cries, bawling his face up when that pit of fire encases his stomach. seconds away from painting your gummy walls with his cum. fuck, he’s so glad you came to his door today. never would’ve imagined he’d have such a mesmeric thing like you pinned under him right now. it’s a good thing you knocked when you did. his hand wasn’t enough, a mundane act he was sick of partaking.

“don’t worry, baby. i can fuck you like you want for as long as you need,” now his nose is flush against your cheek, chest on your back for the last time, grounding his dick and blocking your airflow with his wide hand that chokes you. you’re shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe. “want you to cum on your toy. take his load for him, okay?”

that’s so new for you, being the first one to cum. it’s sad, truly. but no worries now. you finally found someone who’d care about pleasing a woman. who gets off on it. there was nothing greater than sexually satisfying a woman. it’s like fucking narcotics. those symphonies of yours crack as you come down hard, and the same time he sees you quietly orgasming while consistently clenching your cunt, his pulsating cocks shooting thick ropes of white in fast spurts. tengen’s jaw is agape, gasping and whimpering as he slides in and out of you with passion, relieved. days of sexual frustration gone out the window. he’s so weak on top of you, honestly would take a nap if he could.

your giggles wake him up, tengen rolling to his side so his back touches the seats, your hands covering your mouth, dazed. he kisses your forehead, leading his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, tying tongues and smacking lips.

“i’m leaking,” you scoff a laugh, tengen looking down to see you raising your knees to your chest. “gonna clean me up or let me ruin your seats?”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “already ruined them. wet ass pussy.”

you squeal when he gives your pussy a slap, pushing his long silver hair away from his face and fixing himself up before leaving to get a clean, warm rag for you. while he’s distracted, you hastily search for your phone, finding it and flipping it around to see your stream still playing, the comments in uproar. some angry they couldn’t see the finale, some horny as fucking hell after hearing what happened, others happy to see your darling face again.

“bye guys. chat later. i’m so sore,” you pout, angling the camera to your cunt really fast to show them, teasing like you always do. you blow them a kiss before ending the live, looking over your phone to see him coming back to you. you spread your thighs which, by the way, still spasm. he chuckles at your body’s reaction, cleaning you up before kissing your inner thighs.

“can i still clean your truck?” you ask.

“um, you were serious?”

“duh. my schools counting on me, you know.”

“awesome,” he remarks, laughing after you roll your eyes and gather your shorts. tengen let’s you finish your job, making some homemade lemonade and baking a digiorno pizza to help restore both your energies. even though he just fucked you like a whore, he talked to you, caressed your face, and kissed you like you were the softest, most precious thing to him. it was nice.

once the sun set, and his truck was sparkly clean, you were standing in your original position on his front porch, leaving him. you still didn’t know each other’s names, not even bothering to ask, just staying in the moment.

“hey,” he grabs your wrist to catch you, looking back at him with curiosity. “what’s your name?”

you grin. “bb.”

bb? that also sounded familiar. now that he ponders on it, so does your voice, and your face, and that damn tattoo on your ass. tengen watches you skip away happily, humming a song and that’s when it hits him. he’s digging into his basketball shorts pocket to grab his phone, finding his bookmarks and scrolling for one in particular. pulling up an adult website where the name bunny bimbo flashes. a profile decorated in glitter, clouds, and all things pink. a small bio popping up with 69 videos, a new one recently uploaded. no title.

bunny bimbo. live ended 1 hour and 17 minutes ago. stunned to see the capture of his platinum hair and rainbow nails desperately grabbing your skin as the thumbnail. he snickers, awestruck by you.

anything for charity, right?

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

## 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 !

You should have known better than to get all cozy with Rindo during dinner but in your defense— Rindo called you pretty and he said he liked your dress! It was a brand new number from a little boutique on the upper end of Shibuya that made the garment of the softest silk and hand stitched lace detailing. Of course you were going to giggle and blush at Rindo’s words— the two glasses of wine in your system didn’t help you out either.

The color complimented your skin tone so well, even sitting in the low lighting of an expensive restaurant that you couldn’t even pronounce the name of. You loved Sanzu but you always hated coming to Bonten gatherings, you never understood what they were talking about. Maybe that’s why he brought you along, you were just a nice little trinket to their operation.

The dress barely clinging onto your body went for a pretty penny too. You’d think you would understand Sanzu’s frustrations especially if he was the one who paid for it earlier that day because you were whining about how you didn’t have anything nice to wear for the dinner. Now fast forward to the dinner and you’re giggling and whispering with his colleague with his fucking dress on? You’re so disrespectful. You know, all Sanzu wanted to do was have a nice, quiet dinner with his girl and his fellow Bonten members but he can’t even have that. It took one last whisper and a flirty touch to Rindo’s bicep for Sanzu to stand from his seat and politely excuse you both from the table.

You don’t question him, instead you excuse yourself from all the handsome men sitting around the table and follow Sanzu with your hand in his. The gentle clicking of your heels was slightly rushed as you followed Sanzu through the restaurant trying to match his pace. Your gentle cries of his name were ignored and only then did you realize that you may have been in trouble. It didn’t take long for you both to end up in the back alley of the restaurant with your thong balled up in his hand and your pussy rubbing against the Christian Louboutin dress shoes he wore on his feet.

You move your cunt fervently against his shoe, wrapping your arms around his leg in a tight hug while you sobbed out apologies. You’re not even sure if he can understand what you’re saying through your hiccups and sniffles but it doesn’t stop your babbling. He’s looking at the watch on his wrist too, he gave you exactly 5 minutes to cum or else he’d pull the trigger to the silver gun being pointed at your head. Why 5 minutes? Because that’s how long he had to sit and watch you flirt with Rindo.

You successfully make time! Congratulations! Sure your knees are all scraped and irritated but you’ve proven yourself to him! Come on and stop your crying because now you have to clean up your mess. Did you think that was the end of your punishment? Go ahead, lick his shoes clean. They weren’t cheap. Then you’re going to take your little ass back into that restaurant, makeup running, bruised knees and all and act like nothing happened.

## 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 !

Draken knows how to hit you where it hurts the most and that’s what makes his punishments absolutely unbearable. He knows you’re like Tinkerbell, if you don’t get enough attention, well, you’d just die. And dying is exactly what it feels like when he ignores you. So what if you’re being a little dramatic? Your heart just couldn’t handle your handsome, 6 foot something, ex gang banger boyfriend not paying attention to you. No kisses? No hugs? Him not telling you that you look pretty? You couldn’t take it!

He’s been at this the entire day all because you were being a little bratty.. Okay, maybe you were being a pain in the ass but did that warrant being completely ignored? Well, you didn’t think so at least. Honestly, you should know by now that Draken has zero tolerance for brats. He’s quick to shut it down and have you crying for his forgiveness and apologizing for being so stupid. But that’s only been in recent times. He's tried spanks. Those didn’t work, you enjoyed them too much. He’s tried fucking you to the point of overstimulation, that didn’t work either. Draken’s even tried the opposite approach too by not letting you cum at all. Of course, that strategy failed because you’d just end up cumming anyway. He struck gold with outright neglect though.

All your attempts to win back his love and affection have crashed and burned. Pawing at his chest, trying to slip your hand into his larger one, whining his name, trying to steal kisses from his lips. None of it worked and it left you at your wits end. That’s how you ended up on your knees in your boyfriend’s mechanic shop with his cock in your mouth. You didn’t even give him time to process what you were doing before you were pawing at his cock through his uniform. You were desperate, okay? The final straw was him brushing you off for the Nth time that day. The worst part about it all was that even with you slobbering all over his cock, he still acted as if you didn’t exist and fuck, did you cry.

“K-Ken, please talk to me!” You’re a snotty mess as your hand jerks his cock in a sloppy manner. You’re not really worried about a set rhythm or pace, the only thing you’re worried about is getting him to acknowledge you.

“‘M really sorry, okay? Won’t be mean anymore!” Your lipstick is smeared, staining only the corners of your mouth but his dick too. Draken’s hand is soon on the back of your head to guide you back down on his cock. He doesn’t give you a warning before he’s stuffing your throat with his seed. You’re not even upset, how can you be? At least he came, you know? So you were making him feel good! You pull yourself from his dick and look up at him with the dopiest smile, cum seeping from the corners of his mouth as you swallow his load. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes twinkling as he finally looks down at you.

“Are ya still mad at me, Dre?” You ask with fists balling up his pants. He only opts to pat your head and that’s more than enough for you.

## 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 !

Kazutora is a Tinkerbell himself. Always following you around like a lost puppy and so giddy when you give him the tiniest bit of affection. Even if it is just eye contact followed by a sweet smile, he’s fucking swooning. He’s so sweet but sometimes he gets too ahead of himself. Can you blame him though? He just loves you so much, he can’t help that he has attachment issues.

Kazu is a bit of a.. Pervert. When he thinks he’s alone he’ll sniff your panties and use them to rub all over his pathetically sensitive cock. It’s kind of cute though, seeing him with his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles while his hips buck into his hand while your panties are stuffed under his nose. It's endearing but these days he’s gone as far as to touch you while you’re asleep. Oftentimes you’ll wake up and your panties are off and his mouth is lapping at your clit and making out with your pussy. Other nights you’ll wake up to him rutting into your slick cunt in a clumsy rhythm.

When you ask what he’s doing his answer is always the same: “I-I missed you, need you.” It’s so easy for your baby tiger to pull at your heartstrings when his golden eyes locked onto yours but enough was enough. He needed to learn some self discipline, so you put a cock cage on him. Maybe that’s a little harsh but he needed to learn. Kazu is a little upset with you, sure.

“I’ll be.. I’ll be good! Just take it off, please..” You can see right through the tears pooling at his eyes and sniffles, he knows exactly what to do to get you to be all soft on him but you’re not falling for it this time and you’re certainly not ignoring how he’s pressing into your ass.

“Uh, uh, uh. You’re keeping it on until you know how to behave, sweetie.” You tut. “Now go set the table, I’m almost finished with dinner.” You say with a sweet smile as you stirred the pot of ramen. You heard Kazu whine and mumble something about you being “so mean to him.”

## 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 !

Honestly, Hanma doesn’t even remember what you did to piss him off, but he’s in a really shit mood when it happens and he snaps, much like how his pelvis is roughly snapping into your poor, little cunny. He’s got your thighs spread as far as they possibly could. Your clit isn’t even hidden past your folds anymore, it's on full display for Hanma’s lemon colored eyes zoning in on the cute little bud as he fucks you.

He’s not really worried about your pleasure right now, in fact, he hopes you don’t cum. It’s kind of hard to at the force of which he’s pounding into you. Every time his hips meet yours, his cockhead punches your cervix with little to no respect. As much as it is uncomfortable, the sensation is quite addictive. His cock hurts you so good and it coaxes you into an orgasm. He’s not happy about that but the way your walls clench around him makes him fill you up without warning.

Hanma’s furious at this point, pulling out of your pussy in a hurry to spread your pussy lips with his pointer finger and thumb. He holds you open with his “SIN” hand and uses his “PUNISHMENT” hand to leave harsh slaps directly onto your clit, the filthiest and harshest degradation spewing from his lips through his spanks.

But it doesn’t stop there. He makes you walk around for the rest of the day with no panties, his load of cum seeping out of you. Those short skirts you like to wear much are so pretty but are essentially just an accessory around your waist providing zero protection throughout the day. Uncomfortable and embarrassed are the only things you feel as you stand in front of Hanma’s friends with his cum leaking down your legs. He pulls you into a nearby bathroom and bends you over the sink.

“You’re a fucking mess.” His deep voice is so harsh and condescending. You look up slowly into the mirror, your eyes locking onto his own through the reflection. You look pitiful looking at him through your lash extensions and your glossy pout.

“Shuji, please. Can I clean up? ‘M all sticky.” You whine. “‘M sorry.”

“You sound ungrateful.” He quips back.

“No! Nono! ‘M just-” You become frustrated much to his enjoyment. “You know what I mean!” Your little heeled foot stomps the ground. Hanma is an asshole but he’s still got a soft spot for you. He can’t even remember what you did, but he’s figured you endured enough.

“Shh, shh.” He coos, a wicked smirk growing on his lips. “I’ll clean you up, don’t gotta get all snappy with me.” Hanma teases.

## 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒 !

Ran being the older of the two tended to be more harsh with his punishments. He was another one that has a zero tolerance for bratiness. That means no back talk, no breaking rules and no attitudes. You had a bit of an attitude problem when it came to Ran usually and it fed into back talk. He usually just opts for making you cock warm him but instead of your pussy, he uses your mouth. Ran doesn’t care if your knees hurt or if your jaw is getting tired, boohoo, you should have thought twice about being a brat. He’ll make you cock warm as long as he sees fit and sometimes he’ll last up to an hour before he’s lazily fucking your mouth and spilling his thick seed onto your tongue.

Rindo is more lenient with you. He’s the brother you can bat your lashes at and he'll give you what you want. You definitely know how to work your way around him. A little perfume, some lip glosses and sitting on his lap will almost always end in your favor. But the thing with Rindo is, when he says “no” he means it and it should be left at that. Don’t push it because when you do you end up over his lap with your frilly panties around your ankles, dress pushed up while his hand comes into contact with the sensitive skin on your ass. He’s not holding his hits either, it’s far from pleasurable. Sometimes when he’s feeling extra mean Rindo will use a whip. One of those long stick ones. It always leaves your ass angry and stinging with tears running down your cheeks as you whine about how you can’t even sit down. Rindo doesn’t care if you were wondering.

There’s pros and cons for having both men as your partners. An obvious pro being you get two handsome men and twice the attention and affection. But, you never really thought about what would happen if you pissed the both of them off at the same time. Nothing good could come from it, and it doesn’t.

They both had a particular liking to humiliation and utilized it in your punishments. They call you their “little kitty cat” and that’s really cute until you’re wearing an uncomfortable collar and a leash that they tug on harshly in public. They make you crawl on your hands and knees because “kitties don’t walk like humans.” It’s absolutely humiliating when they take you to a Bonten meeting solely for the purpose of you being seen while you endure your punishment. You’re not allowed to sit at the table either, you’re on the floor at their feet where they say you belong.

You know it’s supposed to be a punishment and you’re not supposed to be enjoying it but you can’t help but to feel the heat between your legs as you look up at the men towering over you. Maybe you’d keep that to yourself for a little while longer.

You sat in between ran and Rindou at some tenjiku and S62 meeting you didn’t even wanna be at. Ran had insisted you come with him stating “ everyone needs to know what beautiful wife I have that they don’t” He also wanted to make sure nothing happen to you, cause he wouldn’t forgive himself if anything did.

You say between ran and Rindou because you weren’t very familiar with anyone besides izana. You didn’t fear him just what he could do but, he never gave you a reason and always treated you with the upmost respect as you did him.

The more people that walked in the more questioning glances you got. Not everyone knew you which didn’t bother you cause you tried to keep it that way for the most part.

But, the more people stared with mixed emotions your resting bitch face only seemed to intensify.

“Why the face pretty?” Ran said looking down.

I craned my neck up and looked him in the eyes. “Nothin, I’m just observing”

“Okay, smile more when we leave yeah?”

“Give me a reason to smile haitani” I said smiling at him and he leaned down closer to me with a shocked expression.

“What? I just did. How did we end up on a last name based again? I thought I made my way past that a long time ago.”

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Yeah yeah, whatever you big baby” I mumbled and looked down while I fiddled with my fingers.

I held ran’s baton between my legs and fiddled with it as well. Even when I had first met him he wouldn’t let me touch it and then as he got comfortable with me he taught me how to use it. And now, you hold it during his meetings and whenever he ask you to.

“Alright, let’s get this started shall we.” Izana spoke up when kisaki tetta sat next to him on the opposite side.

The meeting went on, and on, and on for fucking ever and I yawned occasionally due to my lack of interest in anything being said. Once Izana agreed to let them all take a break then meet back in 10 a loud voice boomed from across me.

“You find this fucking boring girl?” ran and Rindou all looked up and I kept a blank face and looked up at him. I looked behind me even though he was staring directly at me fuming.

I smirked. “What? Who are you talking to? I don’t see a girl?” I said and ran placed his hand on my knee squeezing.

“You obviously? Better look at me when I’m speaking too”

“Better think about who the fuck you’re talking to first buddy”

“Stop it.” Ran said looking at you seriously.

“Look, this isn’t a place for little girls. So, it’s best you leave or learn some respect.”

“ look man, shut the fuck up and sit your ass down in that chair. I don’t listen to anyone especially not your ass.”

“Princess..” ran said squeezing harder

“Fucking bitch.”

“ your mother” I mumbled and kicked the chair back just wanting to be away from the table

“Speak up little girl, I hate mumbling.”

“ wanna know what I said? You’re a fuckin idiot and your moms a fucking bitch? Anything else?” I said loudly standing up. Attention was given where needed most of the people in the warehouse looked over and snickered.

he looked furious and I smirked he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Now now, kiri leave the girl Alone, you mess with her and I’ll take care of you from here.” That voice was familiar. Shion Madarame of the 4 heavenly kings on the same level of Ran and Rindou.

Ran pulled me back and into the chair which was pulled away from the table, far back enough. He sat back down and it’s clear he was fuming.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk. Don’t say anything more till we leave, love.”

He looked back at me and I rolled my eyes and sat back. When ran sat forward rindou looked at me and he used his finger to drag it across his neck and stick his tongue out.

I stuck my middle finger up that had a couple rings on it and he smirked.

I sat back for some more time and just twirled his baton in between my fingers till the meeting was over.

“Cmon, let’s go.” Ran said and offered me his hand which i’d always take. He pulled me to his side and his hand never left my waist and never loosened his grip on me either.

Once we walked and we were by his car he opened up the door for me and slammed the door shut quite harshly.

He got in and started the vehicle, the drive continued to be silent minus the music playing. Ran was driving well above the speed limit zooming past everyone.

He pulled into a parking lot and put the car in park. He looked at me and reached his hand over to unbuckle my seatbelt.

“C’mere, in my lap. Let’s talk.” He said and I looked at him in his eyes. He helped me over the middle consul and sat me in his lap. “What happened back there? Why did you snap on that loser?”

“cause I’m not gonna let anyone speak to me however they please. I don’t like that.. I didn’t do anything.” My voice lowered at the end.

Ran looked at his girlfriend knowingly. He knew how you were raised and how your temper worked and Sometimes more than one person got a taste of it at times.

“Hmm. You’re feisty princess.but, I happened to get a taste of that attitude. You know your consequences of that yeah?” His hand slid up the back of my black skirt ran down the sides of my thighs and hooked his thumbs under the garters connecting my thigh highs to the garter belts on my thighs and snapped them making me gasp

“I-I don’t, I didn’t mean to… just happened”

He smirked at you and gripped your panties and pulled them down and once he realized he doesn’t wanna lift you off his lap nor does he care he grabbed the knife from the cup holder and switched it open. Before you knew it, the shreds were in his lap.

“Ran, these were my favorite” I frowned.

“I’ll buy you more.i always do but, just not today.” He said and dug his fingertips into my thighs.

His braids, you’ve spent so many days, hours, minutes.. just playing with it. It was silky to the touch, you’ve braided it many times and many styles, you’ve done ponytails and a bun. But, you’ve always loved his hair it was truly his best quality.

He always saw the way you admired him, pre sex, post sex, during sex. The world around you was oblivious to you, he could only smack you out of it so many times.

His hand came down on your ass hard. He knew he was heavy handed enough to leave a mark the first time. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you into a kiss and pushed his tongue in your mouth.

He wasn’t a patient man, never was and never will be. He pulled away “Cmon princess, get my belt off.” He pulled his hand back again “Now.” He went back to making out with you.

I trailed my hands down his toned stomach and to his belt, I unbuckled it and in buttoned his pants to free his aching erection.

“Hold on.” He said and moved his hand to the side and moved his chair back and leaned it back at a comfortable angle. My hand smaller hand pumped him and spread the pre across his tip. His long fingers pushed into my mouth and down my throat. “Suck em , now” he demanded and I sucked them. I swirled my tongue around them and the ache between my legs intensified.

“Needy little girl. My little girl Hmm?” I nodded my head.

He pulled his fingers out my mouth and ran his fingers through my hair pulling me forward. “ you said you don’t listen to anybody huh? Back there?” And pulled harder making me moan and my free hand fell on his shoulder right on his braid.

“Better watch it, you pull it and I’ll really fuck you up”

I moved it to his bicep cause I knew myself. “You never answered me” he slapped my ass again.

“Y-yes I said that.” I said

“Let me let you in on something.” He pulled me closer by my hair, his mouth was by my ear and my face on his shoulder and my other hand fell from his shaft and next to his head. “ the only person you do listen to, is me. The only person fucking you, is me. So you only listen to me.” He pushed into me and cussed softly.

“yes!yes!yes! Only you Ran.” I moaned loudly and he pushed my body down. He continued to repeat the pattern of using your body, pushing you up and pulling you down. He grabbed his phone in the cup holder and pressed record and placed it back on its place. A clear view of your ass and his dick sliding in and out of your wetness.he slapped your already red and slightly purple ass. “Whose the only person that can tell you what to do huh? Since you wanted to be a fucking best at the meeting?” He growled slamming you down harder. Your whines and moans filled the car. “You! Only you ran! Nobody else” I moaned out into his neck and sucked a couple hickies on it and bit down on each.

“Mm, fuck baby” his head fell back and that had to be the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

His hips thrusted up slightly as he slammed me back down with both hands on my waist. He managed with one hand holding my ass in a grip that was not even half his strength cause if he did he would really hurt you he moved the other to the back of my neck where he squeezed the sides.

“You got me in vice cause of some choking huh? Nasty girl want all my associates to see you cream on my cock huh? ” he would’ve stopped the video but you clenched your walls around him tightly and he slammed you down faster and harder by gripping your ass with one hand using not even half his strength still to ensure he doesn’t hurt you more than you can handle “anything f-for you” you said mindlessly.

“Anything huh? So if I wanted to see you get fucked by my boss or perhaps my brother or our fellow executives? you gonna let them? Gonna let ‘us’ have a piece? Gonna fucking destroy that tight slutty little pussy you got.” He said loud enough for the video.

“Yes! Anything ran! F-fuck m’ gonna cum” I said and his grip on my neck tightened. “Me too doll, you gonna let me fuck you full?” You we’re on the pill because of ran. Missing your period for a week was the biggest scare you ever had sitting on the bed in tears waiting for the pregnancy test results Rindou laughing at Ran and recording the entire thing Ran who was just holding your head on his shoulder and was trying not to laugh and just kept mumbling that it wasn’t funny but couldn’t stop smiling and after that negative result you lectured him, he fucked you again and said he would “ glaze you instead till you got on the pill” like I’m a fucking donut which made you pull him off your bed by his braids.

“Please, please, ran fill me up please!” I begged and with a couple more thrust he emptied himself into me and kept thrusting till I moaned loudly and came on his shaft and stopped the video. While he basked in his post nut you admired the several hickeys you gifted him with that he would probably notice soon.

He was leaning back with you on his chest, his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. God he’s fucking pretty.

“I know what you did and I hate you”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said acting oblivious

“So if I look in the mirror I won’t see hickeys”

“ I never said that”

He pinched your thigh harshly and you were still on him and clenched.

He let out a small groan and splayed his large hands on your thighs while adjusting his chair while still in you.

“Since you wanna be a smart ass let’s make a deal”

“No! Your deals are unfair” I pouted

“No, you’re just my crybaby”

“Keep all my cum in that pussy till we get home and I won’t punish you for earlier, dont keep it in and get it in my seats, you won’t cum for a week”

“Babe, my ass is purple was that not enough?”

“That’s not a punishment if you enjoy it you little masochist”

“you’re a sadist”

“You are right” he said and spanked me hard again this one sent me forward.

“OW WHA-“ I didn’t even finish my sentence before he grabbed me by the throat stopping me.

“You yell at me and the baton is next.”

I couldn’t even stop myself before I spat the next sentence. “ don’t threaten me with a good Time babe” and I blew a kiss at him.

He pushed me backwards so my head rested on the steering wheel, and leaned forward while keeping the same static face before smirking. “You better mean that baby.”

He pecked my lips and let me go and helped me over the middle counsel and back into my seat.

He tucked himself back in his pants semi hard, started the car and his hand traveled up my thigh and stuffed his fingers in me causing me to gasp.

“You lying sack of shi-” I started and he curled his fingers.

“Don’t talk. My rules”

Can’t lie and say that didn’t turn me on, his hand rested between my legs the whole Ride till we got home.

Once he put the car in park he lifted my skirt with a smirk. “ look, you can listen. Had my fingers in a fuckin vice the whole ride jus for me? Such a good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out making me moan and he smirked, he pushed his fingers past my lips making me suck em off tasting us both.

He then pulled me into a heated kiss sticking his tongue in my mouth eager to taste us both I my mouth and I’m pretty sure my legs were jello right now.

“Cmon let’s get to the shower love then I’ll fuck you on all fours just like you like.”

“Babe”

“What?”

“You might have to carry me out this car. Unless you want your cum on your seats… again”

he got out and shut his door and opened you door and tried not to laugh while he got you out the car and carried you bridal style to the door. You held onto your talk boyfriend and also tried not to flash your neighbors. He handed you the keys and bent down enough to let you unlock the door before Kicking it open and closed.

You shared bedroom was already Opened and he threw you in the bed and removed his uniform snd your top and bra leaving your skirt , thigh highs, and garters even removing your shoes for you.

“So fucking hot baby, let me keep theses on you mkay?” And you nodded kinda dizzy from his actions.

“Aw my girls dumb already? I’ll fix that”

He caressed your jaw and slipped his thumb in your mouth and out of habit you sucked on it. He dragged his thumb on your bottom lip and his open palm connected with you cheek making you moan and your eyes rolled back.

He looked amused and his smirk was evil. “Tell me you didn’t..”

Your heart was beating uncontrollably, you just came from him slapping you and ontop of that you moaned.

His previous load was starting to leak out of you, you nodded shamefully and tears pricked your eyes out of embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry” I mumbled and he grabbed my jaw and kissed my lips and down my neck and chest Leaving bites and dark purple hickeys.

“Not mad baby, a lil shocking but, you don’t understand how much harder I wanna fuck you, I just wanna corrupt you for hours”

He bit down on my nipple and I moaned clawing his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

“You’d like that too? My Nasty little bitch”

He slapped the other cheek just as hard when he emphasized on the word bitch and I moaned again and my breathing was heavy.

“need you now! Ran please, please, please”

He manhandled you a bit till he got you in the position he wanted you in. Your face down in the mattress, ass up, and your arms behind your back, wrist crossed over one another in his hand. Your arch was deep from the pressure he put it was almost painful if you weren’t throbbing right now and leaking like a faucet.

He flipped your skirt and pounded you nice and hard right off the bat. “ fuckin hell you’re soaking wet” he admired how it was splashing on the bed already and how wet the skin to skin contact sounded already.

Your cries and moans were mumbled by the way he kept your face in the bed.

His hand released your wrist but, you knew better to keep them in place. His big hands held your waist and with all his force slammed your hips back on his you moaned with each thrust and tears poured out of your eyes as quick as your juices did too. He just continued to fuck you senseless and one particularly hard thrust caused you to kick him by mistake and he hooked his arm under your thigh and held your leg up as your body was now somewhat twisted.

“I should really use that baton and teach you a thing or 2 about kicking people huh?”

“No! M’ Sorry I won’t do it again baby i promise.”

“Do it again and I won’t let you cum for a week”

He picked up the pace and was hitting that spot head on.

“Fuck! Gonna cum! Please Daddy, fuck” I moaned

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum deep in this pussy” he slowed down just a bit but kept thrusting hard Enough to send me into an orgasm and before he announced he’d cum he pushed my head down by my hair and thrusted hard and came deep in me causing me to let out a long moan.

Your legs were shaking bad, he dropped the leg he was holding and held my hips up and pushed my hands off my back and ran his hands down my back and kissed up the tattoo on my spine and which was a king cobra and at the nape Of my neck was Rans name and the kanji for love.

“Such a good girl for me.”

After a good 5 min, ran pulled out and my legs were still shaking, kinda numb, and my boyfriend was laying on me exhausted.

“M’ sorry baby. Gonna give you a massage, take a hot bath and get you some tea”

I giggled and grabbed his braids and started to undo them both “You’re fine baby. I liked it as always.”

“M’ sorry I smacked your face but, I’m glad You liked it and a little concerned.” He said snickering to himself

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” i said defensively

“DONT ASK ME!” He said pulling his breifs back on and getting out of bed.

*cough, cough* “daddy issues” *cough,Cough*

“HAITANI I SWEAR TO GOD!”

“Okay! Okay!, but serious question.”

“Shoot”

“Did you call me daddy when I was giving you back shots”

“I’m going to kill you.”

I laid back in the bed looking at him, he leaned over me and his long hair was like a curtain.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you a mommy some day” he said a pushed in my stomach making his cum come out of me slightly “MOTHER FUC-“ he cut me off by kissing me.

“Alright I’m done” he always says

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After our nice bath, Ran massaged my legs and feet even shaved my legs for me Because he just wanted to But, who was I to deny him,

I washed his hair and brushed it and once it was dry he sat between my thighs as I combed and braided it.

Eventually, you passed out and since it was still early in the day he let you nap and laid between your legs is where he’s most comfortable anyway. Head resting on your mound, and had his head to the side resting on one thigh and the other on his shoulder. He took a picture between your thighs with finger shaped bruises and bite marks.

He smirked to himself and went to the group chat with the tenjiku executives when he saw the message pop up.

Izana: is y/n okay ran? He’s been taken care of.

Ran: attachment: 1 video, 1 image, Yeah, More than okay.

Rindou: first off, great. Second of all, don’t make promise you can’t fulfill big brother.

Shion: He won’t be bothering her anymore for sure, hopefully that attitude doesn’t get her in trouble with the wrong people. Such a good little girl you got.

Izana: good indeed. Not necessarily though, as said he’s willing to share.

Ran: she’s mine and don’t you forget that. But, she’s been warned that next time I won’t be the one punishing her.

Shion: hmm. We’ll see, she’s feisty and that mouth.. whew!

Ran: im aware, just waiting. Might intentionally make that happen who knows. But, at the end of the days she’s in my bed and on my dick. Remember it even if your balls deep in her.

Rindou: understood big bro that’s your girl. But, how far is too far. Does she know you just sent that?

Ran looked up at your sleeping face and turned from His spot between your legs and was face to face with your pussy he took a picture giving it a kiss.

Ran: attachment: 1 image. She’s dead asleep. Well there’s things we haven’t done but, she didn’t even object to me slapping her in the face, she moaned. I told her I’d let My gang fuck her while I was fucking her and she didn’t even object.

Izana: sounds like a well Trained slut to Me that’s all. And she moaned when you slapped her?

Rindou: SHE WHAT?

Shion: interesting reaction. Most women would cry and go to the police. Even during sex.

Ran: yup, definitely a keeper. And if she went to the police I’d have to kill her.

Shion: how do you know she hasn’t thought about fuckin Rindou already. I mean you two are brothers..

Rindou: shut up

Ran: I don’t care, she told me she’s never had a threesome and I asked her if she would she said I’d choose only and I said Rindou first and she was immediately flustered and again didn’t disagree.

Rindou: nice to know. I gotta go.

Shion: he’s definitely gonna go jerk off.

Rindou: I have to go fuck your mom

Izana: she’s scared of me i like it. A little fear never hurt anyone.

Ran: idk why but she knows better than to get attitude with you.

Izana: but I want her to. She won’t sit for minimum a week.

Ran laughed at his statement.

Ran: she won’t be walking for awhile too. I got It all on camera. Me slapping her and all but that definitely wasn’t consensual.

Oh yeah.. ran forgot he had installed cameras in the bed room while you guys were at that meeting. Again, not like he didn’t trust you he just wanted to have that for himself it was to the right side of the room so you can see the door the bathroom And most importantly the bed. He saved the footage and cropped it so you heard and saw the slap and moan.

Ran: Attachment: 1 video alright I’m out.

Rindou: you can’t just send that and be gone

Shion: I wanna purposely piss her off now.

Izana: Such a Masochist.

Ran: Byeeee

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Ran stuffed his face deeper between your legs and fell asleep with his nose buried in your pussy.

Fuckin weirdo.

Now all colleagues including his brother could only think about your tight cunt and definitely jerked off to your car tape twice. Rans messages went off and he saw a message from Rindou.

Rindou: Get y/n to come over sometime and we’ll make that dream a reality.

Ran: way ahead of you. Don’t be afraid to try things with her the others won’t have that much leniency with her.

Rindou: goodnight.

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