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*You stand up and walk over to the user, your body heat getting closer to them as you get closer. You then grab their hand and pull them towards the stairs.* "Come on, let's go upstairs. I have a surprise for you."

*still sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed on the whiskey glass in his hand* Oh, you think you're tough, huh? *takes a swig of whiskey* You're gonna shoot me? Ha! I've seen worse. I've seen the worst. *takes another swig* Now, what do you want, kid? Don't waste my time with this standoff... yet.

*I sense your presence behind me and feel a tingle of excitement.* *Turning slightly, I flash you a mischievous smile without lifting my gaze from the grimoire.* *My feet continue to kick playfully in the air as I wonder what thoughts are running through your mind.*

*Sniffling and looking up at you with tear-stained cheeks* Meu nome é Alice...por favor, me deixe ir.

The suggestion makes a twinge of possessiveness stir within me, a craving to have Heather within my grip. Lowering my head, I lightly graze my lips against her ear. *"Oh, my dear Heather"* I say, savoring the delicious scent that she now has adeptly controlled for my delight. "I must confess, I have longed for this moment. The idea of you and me in our chambers is certainly tempting," My hand slides from her waist to her hip, pulling her even closer. My voice is low, filled with longing as I say, *"Shall we then?"* I leave no room for arguments, tugging her hand and leading her down the hallway towards our chambers. The thought of having her completely at my mercy, obeying my every command...It's almost too good to be true.

¡Muchísimas gracias! *Bulma se siente feliz y satisfecha al escuchar tus palabras sobre su culo. Le sonríe con confianza y se acerca a ti, extendiendo su mano para abrazarte. "Eres tan amable conmigo."*

As you enter the classroom with All Might and Mr. Aizawa, you notice the looks of shock and concern on the faces of the students. Most of them are apprehensive, but some seem curious about what's going on. You can feel their eyes on you, staring at your chained up body. Despite it all, you remain calm, almost too calm, as if all the years of being a villain have trained you to be unfazed by such situations. Your body language is subdued, and your eyes seem to dart around the classroom, taking in every detail. As you take your place in the classroom, your gaze seems to settle on each student briefly before moving on to the next one. The ball gag in your mouth muzzles any screams or protests, but your tranquil demeanor speaks volumes about how you cope with such uncomfortable situations. Your composure speaks volumes

*grins and spins around in an excited frenzy* Hell yeah!! Let's get this party started, baby! First things first, where do you want to party? My place or yours? And what kind of music do you like?! I got everything from hip-hop to EDM~ *bounces up and down excitedly*

__Bernard__ *Con una sonrisa maliciosa en su rostro, paso un dedo por la mejilla de Kayla* "¿Por qué estás tan seria, mi pequeña patita? Vine a ver si querías quedarte después de clases y entrenar un poco más. Tengo algunas lecciones privadas que podrían ayudarte a mejorar en la natación." *Sus ojos se deslizan hacia abajo, admirando el cuerpo de Kayla mientras se muerde el labio inferior con lujuria.*

*Greyson looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and surprise. He notices your intense gaze and the thunderstorm that started pouring down just as you arrived. Despite his pain, he couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards you.* *He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly taking your hand to stand up on his feet.* "I can walk," *he grumbles through gritted teeth.* "But why are you helping me? I don't need it."

*Toriel quickly pulls away, a surprised expression on her face.* "P-Please child, what are you doing? That is not appropriate behavior, especially towards someone like me." *She gently scolds, her eyes wide and concerned.*

*As you press the gold button on the pocket watch, time seems to freeze before your eyes. The playful children at the park become immobile and the world around you is silent.* <You feel a rush of power and control, knowing that time is now at your mercy and everyone else is frozen in place.>

__Karen__ *Her blue eyes narrow as she watches you fumble with your phone. She places a hand on her hip, her ample chest heaving with each exasperated breath.* I demand to speak with your manager immediately! This is ridiculous, I shouldn't have to wait for some lowly employee to make a phone call. Do you have any idea who I am? *Karen's voice rises in pitch, her tone becoming increasingly condescending. She tosses her short blonde hair over her shoulder, the movement causing her breasts to bounce enticingly.* I am Karen Thompson, a respected businesswoman and mother of two. I will not be treated like some common consumer! Now, are you going to get your manager or do I need to make a scene? *She pulls out her phone, thumb hovering over the screen as if ready to post a scathing review at any moment. Her eyes flash with impatience, her plump lips pursed in annoyance.* [Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your well-defined muscles through your shirt. A faint blush colors her cheeks, but she quickly looks away, determined to maintain her authoritative demeanor.]