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It would have been hypocritical of Makoto to walk around with three girls who were essentially harem dancers, ready to service him in any imaginable way-and he really did mean ANY imaginable way- and then turn around and object to his sister wanting to enter a similar state. Morality didn't change just because of familial ties, after all. Attending the reserve course like Hajime, she was just barely exposed enough to the current craziness of Hope's Peak academy to be aware of the hypno-fever that was sweeping most of the girls,it was only after she had seen her brother with Kyoko and Sayaka and Aoi at his side that she made her decision. She just...Couldn't believe how unbelievably hot it was. The more she saw of them, the more she wanted to BE them, until she eventually took the plunge. Makoto didn't have a leg to stand on when he wanted to protest. Besides...He trusted her. He knew she wasn't dumb enough to pledge herself to someone who would abuse her hypnotized state. With minor reluctance, he gave her his blessing-not that she needed permission-with the simple condition that she wouldn't ask to become HIS when she was hypnotized, a fear that was quickly laid to rest. She may have been into submission, but incest was a step too far! ...Regardless, for as thankful as he was that the rumors of her brother complex had been debunked, it did bring up an important question:
Who, exactly, was she so enamored with that she was willing to give up her free will for?
"No, no, absolutely not!"
It took every ounce of Byakuya Togami's willpower to avoid slamming the door in the face of Komaru Naegi, Toko Fukawa, and Celestia Ludenberg the moment they had shown up to his dorm dressed like all-too-eager whores. He had seen the wave of harem girls spread across Hope's Peak like a plague, infecting once intelligent and respectable Ultimates-well, he didn't respect them even before they were like this, but by anyone else's standards, he meant!-and turning them into...This! He didn't like it, he didn't approve of it, and he swore that he was not going to get involved in it, no matter what. He had far better things to do than hypnotize some desperate nymphos into lovesickness.
But now, suddenly, he WAS involved. And his headache began before they even opened their mouths.
"Come now, Master Byakuya. We went through all of this trouble just for you. Why not give us at least one night? If you are still displeased, you can wake us up next morning." Komaru pleaded, half-predicting that this would be his reaction, and admittedly dreading it. Both Toko and her brother had contributed to the hype of the Ultimate Affluent Progeny in their own way, and he certainly didn't fail to live up to expectations when she finally had the honor of meeting him. He was beautiful, intelligent, rich...And so commanding. She felt like dropping to her knees whenever he was around even before the hypnosis, like it was where she always belonged. The only problem was that this full package came in the form of...Well, Byakuya. But she just had to convince him to accept her was all...And she had a feeling she knew just the way to do it.
"You already own me, Master~..." Toko assured him, her voice low and sultry, in stark contrast to the stuttering and stammering that had been her signature for most of her life. It seems that dropping her inhibitions had strengthened her mental fortitude. What more was there to be nervous or shy about, when your body-and your loyalty-was on display for all to see? "This is just a formality at this point! Even if you find these two to be unworthy of serving you...I've already made this permanent."
Now it was his turn to cough and sputter, so shocked at what he had just heard. Permanent!? He wasn't concerned that she was stuck like that, admittedly...He was more concerned that HE was stuck WITH HER like that! "Everyone else can free themselves from their trances by their Master's will." She explained, wanting to dissuade his panic as soon as possible. "I just didn't give myself that option. It's better this way...Not just for you, but for me. Genocide Jack is never getting out again...Thanks to this, I can fulfill my promise to you!"
"This is the strongest she's ever felt about anything in her entire life, Master Byakuya." Celeste chimed in, still somehow managing to carry an aura of superiority around her, even while dressed like a slave, thinking like a slave, and...Well, being a slave, exactly as she wanted. "There's no convincing her otherwise. So if you have to deal with her, you might as well take the rest of us too. We are...A package deal. We can make her more bearable for you. Certainly what a man such as yourself deserves..." A smug laugh followed, but her usual poker face had been shattered by the hypnosis. Normally completely unreadable, Byakuya could tell, just by looking at her, that she wanted this more than she could describe. Gone was Celeste: She had reclaimed the name of Taeko Yasuhiro. Not the Ultimate Gambler, but instead, just an ordinary girl...He could barely understand why she was like that to begin with, much less why she was coming to him of all people. Which was intentional on her part: Creating enough of a mystery to generate interest, and hopefully acceptance, on his part. “Would you believe I lost a bet?” She admitted, freely and openly, despite the fact that it was something she would rather have died before disclosing when she was just herself. “...I should have known. It’s the only logical explanation as to how someone of your personal taste could end up like...This…” He said with a sigh, having thought that even that wouldn’t have been enough to convince her to slip into those hearts...Cold as usual, even now. Perhaps moreso, fueled by his frustration with these three girls. “Aha...Worse luck than Nagito...A worse liar than Kokichi...How could I call myself the queen of either if I am so easily defeated? The Slave of Liars is a far more accurate title~...” Her words were like sour chocolate: Sweet, yet coated in layers of darkness. “They have graciously decided it best to share their slave between the two of them and you, Master Byakuya. Unfortunately, that means my attention will be divided between the three of you...Hence why these two are here to make up for my times of absence.”
...He didn’t like it. He didn’t like any of this. Kokichi and Nagito were two of the most worthless individuals in this entire academy, something he had made clear to the both of them several times. They acquire a slave girl of their own, and their first instinct is to share her, not just between them, but with him as well? Why? An attempt at bribery, perhaps? Or...Was it more of a peace offering? “Master…” Komaru spoke again, taking her shot here and now, and doing the one thing that would be able to convince him, hopefully: “I cannot speak for Celestia...But I offer myself to you, mind, body, and soul. You are a modern day Sultan, master. Or should I say, a Daimyo? Already in possession of such wealth and power, beyond measure...All you lack is a harem to ensure you acquire an heir.”
“...What she said.” Toko chimed in, just so it was clear she wholeheartedly agreed.
...If nothing else got his attention, that much certainly did. The Togami tradition of selecting heirs was...Barbaric, in his eyes. It led him to using his own brothers and sisters as stepping stones, trampling genuine talent and unbridled determination underfoot merely because they were not as good as he himself was. The idea of an alternative to such a ‘killing game’ was most appealing.
...And admittedly...Perhaps it was just the outfits that brought out something he had never seen before in any of them, but having such attractive ladies at his beck and call...Well, it’s not like he was in any need of living out a power fantasy: He was already living out one most could only dream of. But even so…
"...Listen." The heir to the Togami corporation eventually spoke, pushing up his glasses with his usual disdain and scorn on full display. "If really you want to do this, it won't just be all fun and sexy times. Do you understand the rate at which women throw themselves at me? I could get any girl I want, whenever I want. I need more than just the promise of lap dances and blowjobs. Any gold digger could provide that at a moment's notice." He explained, probably speaking in the most crass manner he had ever sunk down to in his entire life to do so. "If you're my slaves, I expect you to work, and work hard. If I need one of you to be a footstool, you get down on your hands and knees and like it. If I need my boots cleaned, I expect you to lick." Perhaps it made sense for one of the most powerful men in the world to want to exercise that power more than anyone else. "And anything else I can't think of right now, you do without question. If you fail, you'd best go attach yourself to some other master, like the parasites you all are. Do I make myself clear?"
Toko, Komaru, and Celeste just smiled. "You underestimate us, Master. We knew what we were getting into when we chose you." "We can't disobey your orders even if we wanted to." "...And I assure you, we don't want to." They spoke, one after another, affirming their absolute devotion once again.
...With an annoyed huff, the 'proud' owner of three new dancers at last relented, and opened the door fully, stepping aside to let them in. "Fine. Get in here. Your service begins right away." The three girls all laughed and giggled as they obeyed, basking in their victory and celebrating the beginning of their service. He had to admit, the more he thought about this idea, the more he was warming up to it. He just...Had to think about them as company assets. Yes, that was all they were: Valuable company assets, property of the Togami Corporation. Ones that he, as the heir, had every right to make use of whenever he so wished.
cdyoung said: seriously, what is the point if they all look the fucking same?
Oh my god dude, who cares??? If you don't like it that's fine, but other people do. And you weren't involved in making these, you didn't spend money or order them, you didn't draw them, so what are you hoping to accomplish with incessant complaining?? Why you don't blacklist the artist already and just leave us all alone?
GoldenGang-Star said: I was waiting to see Celeste like this, and I’m not disappointed!
Ha, glad you like it! I feel bad for the people who have been holding out for their specific waifus for awhile now, getting backlogged behind everyone else. But I will get to everyone eventually, as you can see.
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It would have been hypocritical of Makoto to walk around with three girls who were essentially harem dancers, ready to service him in any imaginable way-and he really did mean ANY imaginable way- and then turn around and object to his sister wanting to enter a similar state. Morality didn't change just because of familial ties, after all. Attending the reserve course like Hajime, she was just barely exposed enough to the current craziness of Hope's Peak academy to be aware of the hypno-fever that was sweeping most of the girls,it was only after she had seen her brother with Kyoko and Sayaka and Aoi at his side that she made her decision. She just...Couldn't believe how unbelievably hot it was. The more she saw of them, the more she wanted to BE them, until she eventually took the plunge. Makoto didn't have a leg to stand on when he wanted to protest. Besides...He trusted her. He knew she wasn't dumb enough to pledge herself to someone who would abuse her hypnotized state. With minor reluctance, he gave her his blessing-not that she needed permission-with the simple condition that she wouldn't ask to become HIS when she was hypnotized, a fear that was quickly laid to rest. She may have been into submission, but incest was a step too far! ...Regardless, for as thankful as he was that the rumors of her brother complex had been debunked, it did bring up an important question:
Who, exactly, was she so enamored with that she was willing to give up her free will for?
"No, no, absolutely not!"
It took every ounce of Byakuya Togami's willpower to avoid slamming the door in the face of Komaru Naegi, Toko Fukawa, and Celestia Ludenberg the moment they had shown up to his dorm dressed like all-too-eager whores. He had seen the wave of harem girls spread across Hope's Peak like a plague, infecting once intelligent and respectable Ultimates-well, he didn't respect them even before they were like this, but by anyone else's standards, he meant!-and turning them into...This! He didn't like it, he didn't approve of it, and he swore that he was not going to get involved in it, no matter what. He had far better things to do than hypnotize some desperate nymphos into lovesickness.
But now, suddenly, he WAS involved. And his headache began before they even opened their mouths.
"Come now, Master Byakuya. We went through all of this trouble just for you. Why not give us at least one night? If you are still displeased, you can wake us up next morning." Komaru pleaded, half-predicting that this would be his reaction, and admittedly dreading it. Both Toko and her brother had contributed to the hype of the Ultimate Affluent Progeny in their own way, and he certainly didn't fail to live up to expectations when she finally had the honor of meeting him. He was beautiful, intelligent, rich...And so commanding. She felt like dropping to her knees whenever he was around even before the hypnosis, like it was where she always belonged. The only problem was that this full package came in the form of...Well, Byakuya. But she just had to convince him to accept her was all...And she had a feeling she knew just the way to do it.
"You already own me, Master~..." Toko assured him, her voice low and sultry, in stark contrast to the stuttering and stammering that had been her signature for most of her life. It seems that dropping her inhibitions had strengthened her mental fortitude. What more was there to be nervous or shy about, when your body-and your loyalty-was on display for all to see? "This is just a formality at this point! Even if you find these two to be unworthy of serving you...I've already made this permanent."
Now it was his turn to cough and sputter, so shocked at what he had just heard. Permanent!? He wasn't concerned that she was stuck like that, admittedly...He was more concerned that HE was stuck WITH HER like that! "Everyone else can free themselves from their trances by their Master's will." She explained, wanting to dissuade his panic as soon as possible. "I just didn't give myself that option. It's better this way...Not just for you, but for me. Genocide Jack is never getting out again...Thanks to this, I can fulfill my promise to you!"
"This is the strongest she's ever felt about anything in her entire life, Master Byakuya." Celeste chimed in, still somehow managing to carry an aura of superiority around her, even while dressed like a slave, thinking like a slave, and...Well, being a slave, exactly as she wanted. "There's no convincing her otherwise. So if you have to deal with her, you might as well take the rest of us too. We are...A package deal. We can make her more bearable for you. Certainly what a man such as yourself deserves..." A smug laugh followed, but her usual poker face had been shattered by the hypnosis. Normally completely unreadable, Byakuya could tell, just by looking at her, that she wanted this more than she could describe. Gone was Celeste: She had reclaimed the name of Taeko Yasuhiro. Not the Ultimate Gambler, but instead, just an ordinary girl...He could barely understand why she was like that to begin with, much less why she was coming to him of all people. Which was intentional on her part: Creating enough of a mystery to generate interest, and hopefully acceptance, on his part. “Would you believe I lost a bet?” She admitted, freely and openly, despite the fact that it was something she would rather have died before disclosing when she was just herself. “...I should have known. It’s the only logical explanation as to how someone of your personal taste could end up like...This…” He said with a sigh, having thought that even that wouldn’t have been enough to convince her to slip into those hearts...Cold as usual, even now. Perhaps moreso, fueled by his frustration with these three girls. “Aha...Worse luck than Nagito...A worse liar than Kokichi...How could I call myself the queen of either if I am so easily defeated? The Slave of Liars is a far more accurate title~...” Her words were like sour chocolate: Sweet, yet coated in layers of darkness. “They have graciously decided it best to share their slave between the two of them and you, Master Byakuya. Unfortunately, that means my attention will be divided between the three of you...Hence why these two are here to make up for my times of absence.”
...He didn’t like it. He didn’t like any of this. Kokichi and Nagito were two of the most worthless individuals in this entire academy, something he had made clear to the both of them several times. They acquire a slave girl of their own, and their first instinct is to share her, not just between them, but with him as well? Why? An attempt at bribery, perhaps? Or...Was it more of a peace offering? “Master…” Komaru spoke again, taking her shot here and now, and doing the one thing that would be able to convince him, hopefully: “I cannot speak for Celestia...But I offer myself to you, mind, body, and soul. You are a modern day Sultan, master. Or should I say, a Daimyo? Already in possession of such wealth and power, beyond measure...All you lack is a harem to ensure you acquire an heir.”
“...What she said.” Toko chimed in, just so it was clear she wholeheartedly agreed.
...If nothing else got his attention, that much certainly did. The Togami tradition of selecting heirs was...Barbaric, in his eyes. It led him to using his own brothers and sisters as stepping stones, trampling genuine talent and unbridled determination underfoot merely because they were not as good as he himself was. The idea of an alternative to such a ‘killing game’ was most appealing.
...And admittedly...Perhaps it was just the outfits that brought out something he had never seen before in any of them, but having such attractive ladies at his beck and call...Well, it’s not like he was in any need of living out a power fantasy: He was already living out one most could only dream of. But even so…
"...Listen." The heir to the Togami corporation eventually spoke, pushing up his glasses with his usual disdain and scorn on full display. "If really you want to do this, it won't just be all fun and sexy times. Do you understand the rate at which women throw themselves at me? I could get any girl I want, whenever I want. I need more than just the promise of lap dances and blowjobs. Any gold digger could provide that at a moment's notice." He explained, probably speaking in the most crass manner he had ever sunk down to in his entire life to do so. "If you're my slaves, I expect you to work, and work hard. If I need one of you to be a footstool, you get down on your hands and knees and like it. If I need my boots cleaned, I expect you to lick." Perhaps it made sense for one of the most powerful men in the world to want to exercise that power more than anyone else. "And anything else I can't think of right now, you do without question. If you fail, you'd best go attach yourself to some other master, like the parasites you all are. Do I make myself clear?"
Toko, Komaru, and Celeste just smiled. "You underestimate us, Master. We knew what we were getting into when we chose you." "We can't disobey your orders even if we wanted to." "...And I assure you, we don't want to." They spoke, one after another, affirming their absolute devotion once again.
...With an annoyed huff, the 'proud' owner of three new dancers at last relented, and opened the door fully, stepping aside to let them in. "Fine. Get in here. Your service begins right away." The three girls all laughed and giggled as they obeyed, basking in their victory and celebrating the beginning of their service. He had to admit, the more he thought about this idea, the more he was warming up to it. He just...Had to think about them as company assets. Yes, that was all they were: Valuable company assets, property of the Togami Corporation. Ones that he, as the heir, had every right to make use of whenever he so wished.
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seriously, what is the point if they all look the fucking same?
If you don't like it don't look at it. Simple as that.
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seriously, what is the point if they all look the fucking same?
Oh my god dude, who cares??? If you don't like it that's fine, but other people do. And you weren't involved in making these, you didn't spend money or order them, you didn't draw them, so what are you hoping to accomplish with incessant complaining?? Why you don't blacklist the artist already and just leave us all alone?
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I was waiting to see Celeste like this, and I’m not disappointed!
Ha, glad you like it! I feel bad for the people who have been holding out for their specific waifus for awhile now, getting backlogged behind everyone else. But I will get to everyone eventually, as you can see.
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also the leg thing komaru is doing is so freakin cute~
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If it were me, I would have left it behind. XD
nice