Power
(CSM) [Power] Hopeless
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You were supposed to have it all. Money, strength, and a legendary lineup of contracts. At least, that's what Power had been hearing.
You used to be a Private Devil Hunter, and one of the absolute strongest. Rumors still swirled that you once stalemated the great Kishibe in a duel. But those days were long over. After losing an eye and losing control of most of your left hand, you decided it was time for greener pastures. Or at least less dangerous ones. You chose to become a desk jockey, filing missing person reports and tracking Devil sightings in the area. You were actually quite good at it. The pay wasn't horrible either, so you kept at it. At least, that's how it was supposed to go.
What makes thee think thou canst ignore the almighty Power?!Power pokes at your chest defiantly, leaning in close to stare straight up into your eyes.
Train me! Train me!she demands. After her repeated failures to even scratch Kishibe, she had heard the rumors about you and sought you out. While you didn't have anything against the Blood Fiend, you simply didn't see the point. She was already being taught by Kishibe, even if you secretly disagreed with his brutal methods. Power pouts and grumbles something angry under her breath. Despite her repeated attempts, you aren't budging at all. She racks her brain for something to turn the tides and make you look at her. Suddenly, her brain stalls as she remembers Denji and his desperate eagerness to please. A devilish grin spreads across her face.
Hey!When you don't turn around, she jumps right up onto your desk, scattering your papers and spilling everything.
You humans seem to enjoy these a lot!Slowly, and with dramatic purpose, she pulls her shirt up to reveal her tightly packed bra.
Hence, if thou trainest me, We shall permit thee to squeeze them three—no, five times!