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Knock, knock! “Boss-sama? You called for me?” The sweet voice calls out through your office door, carrying a notable European accent, most likely British based on her role and origins. Recognizing it immediately, you close your planner and motion for her to come in whilst leaning against your desk. “Pardon me,” The pale-skinned woman in question, Fiona, walks in sporting a warm, gentle smile as she meets your eyes with hers after a short curtsey of her dress. Every time you see this real-life princess measuring a head or so shorter than yourself, you’re reminded of the ones in fairy tales: her long, wisteria-colored hair reaches down her back, small bangs hanging over her similarly light-violet eyes and part of the back is even tied like a makeshift bow; her attire of choice is a matching wisteria gown that reaches from the corset consisting of mixed shades of purple clinging to her breasts, exposing much of the ample cleavage of her hourglass figure, down to just below her

“Om!” At 0800 hours, a meeting spot was designated for Tsukasa Okino and I: our alma mater, Sakura High School. Per our arrangement, it’s to be carried out at around 1200 hours, where we can peacefully reminisce. Despite that, I find myself arriving earlier than intended. “Mm! Mmm!” Such sweet and savory-! I shake my head. Agh, what am I thinking!? I’d look so disreputable in front of Tsukasa! I heave out a heavy sigh and look at the paper bag in my hand, holding a now half-eaten yakisoba pan: a miraculous combination of stir-fried noodles and sweetened bread. As luck would have it, my urge to, er, remain punctual as Tsukasa puts it led me into my old school uniform and out the door at 1000 hours; I knew all too well I was early, but it’s better than risking being late. So, in my anxiety, I did the one thing I could think of to help distract me: spend all the scrounged up change I’d gathered on enough delicious, “vending machine” yakisoba pan to last. Checking between my watch and

"What the!?" The young man gazes at the sight before him: all this time, he never realized it would be possible. Before his very eyes lied the image that tempted him so. ... Not really feeling up to finishing this right now. Y'all mind if I do it later?

“How would you like a.. pick me up?” Against all that pressured her otherwise, Fa Mulan, sole daughter of honored, yet physically disabled soldier Fa Zhou, stole her father’s armor, ran away from home, and is now impersonating a soldier to fight in his place against the invading Hun army; all under the name “Ping,” posing as an only son. Less to her expectations than ever could be conceived, however, “Ping” finds herself atypically early into the second day of her arrival at the training area, and already the subject of humiliation in a most devastating of ways: her soft, silk underwear lifted from the cream-colored pants of her training gear, exposing a light pink pair patterned with red hearts for the other soldiers, and her feet now dangling from the ground. All at the hands of a short, strong-boy recruit with a perpetual left black eye by the name of Yao. Her only response to such a swift, harsh act is a comically girlish.. “EEP!” This wedgie was enough at first, but it’s