DISCLAIMER: I believe freedom is precious and should be preserved. This work is for entertainment purposes only.Even at the end of your 3-month contract, you can’t believe you scored such a sweet gig.I mean, sure, ‘messenger for the local lord’ sounds stressful on paper, but not so much when that lord (or lady, in this case) has a good reputation with the populace. Even when you’ve had to be the bearer of bad news, the worst you get is some grumbling. Certainly nothing approaching that o

To Eat a Fire    The cold was unbearable. As Yana crested the ridge before her, the wind whipping across its top fell full upon her. It lashed her face with snowflakes like razorblades and cut right through her clothes, sending a fresh wave of shivers across her skin beneath.It’s like I’m wearing nothing at all, she thought bitterly as she pulled the fur-lined coat more tightly about her and held a thick mitten up in front of her face to protect her eyes. She scan

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Tsumugi Shirogane truly did believe that Danganronpa was one of the greatest franchises to have ever existed- if not the greatest, full stop.
 
Like many of her contemporaries, she honestly believed that her life had only gained meaning through the struggle of Hope and Despair it depicted, giving her the strength to get through life. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have applied to direct the 53rd season- and she definitely wouldn't have gotten hired for

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When Hiyoko was invited to Hope's Peak, she'd been- well, happy might be an exaggeration.
 
Satisfied, maybe. Satisfied that her hard work and talent were being recognized with such a high honor as attending Hope's Peak as its Ultimate Traditional Dancer.
 
It was flattering- but the note was soured by the fact that she would then have to actually attend Hope's Peak as a student, which sucked a lot more- especially given some of her fellow st

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Angie didn't make her religion a secret. She openly praised Atua at every occasion, and eagerly explained her beliefs to anyone who didn't outright rebuke her. By the time Angie had been at Hope's Peak for a week, practically every student there knew more about it than they probably wanted to.
 
And of course, it wasn't long until Angie's beliefs started being challenged. It was Tenko who first started pressing the girl on them, asking about this Atu

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Homura didn't know how many days had passed since she'd last left the house and run into Mami. The passage of time seemed blurry to her now, each day melting into yesterday and tomorrow without ever really settling into today.
 
All the tools she would normally be able to use to keep track of time were useless to her nowadays. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten anything that wasn't fed to her by one of the dozens of Sayakas tending to her

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Homura had been struggling for the last few days. Had it been a week yet?
 
She didn't know. It was hard to keep track of the time when she felt like she hadn't slept in a week.
 
Huh, maybe it had been a week then-
 
'Stop wasting time~ We need to get back to fucking!~' Sayaka whined in Homura's head.
 
"Yes! Taking a break is fine, but only because you need to drink more to keep producing more of me!" Sayaka added, hangi

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Homura's legs were shaking as she walked away from the hospital, her knees nearly knocking together as she waddled down the street, trying to return back home.
 
It was nearly night now, and Sayaka- or at least, Sayaka's body- had spent the last few hours milking the unconscious Homura's cock, somehow pulling more and more blue cum out of it, without ever actually getting Sayaka's soul out of there.
 
Homura had only managed to escape once she'

Ella Enchanted stood there, unmoving, paralyzed by the curse that was bestowed upon her. Every time somebody gave her an order, she had to follow it - and the ogre had said "Stand still!"
 
"Pass me the coarse salt, would you? The one in the blue jar," the larger ogre grunted, his voice sounding like boulders grinding together in a creek.
 
The ogre didn't wait for an answer, his massive, calloused hand sweeping across the rough-hewn wooden table, nearly knocking