Giving in?

Akumatization

"Fly away my little akuma and give new passion to this heartbroken man!", Hawkmoth exclaimed with an evil laugh, while he watched the purple butterfly rise up and through the shutting window, into the Parisian sky.

A moment later, he made contact to the middle aged man, who had been dumped by his wife, because despite everything they had tried, she still wasn't pregnant and she somehow had begun to blame him for that. Now she eventually had decided, to try with a new partner, leaving him all alone at their apartment, which he had just lovingly decorated, to seduce her and make tender love to her for hours, for once trying to completely forget about creating a new life, schedules for their sexual intercourse, special diets and vitamins, as well as several herbal teas and globuli to increase his sperm count and agility.

But when she had gotten home, she had just said, in a snide, contemptuous tone:

"Stop that, Bernard! I just made a decision and this certainly won't change my mind. I want to get a divorce and finally find a real man, who can fulfil 'all' my desires and get me pregnant by doing that!"

She was making fun of the issues he recently had developed, when they were about to have sexual contact, meaning his member many times grew soft in the middle of it, as he was just under too much pressure all of the time.

"Procreator! You have been humiliated by the person, you adored the most. I can give you the ability, to not just make her crawl at your feet, but also to live up to her expectations. In every situation! All I want in exchange, are the miraculous of Ladybug and Cat Noir!", he spoke telepathically to the desperate man.

"Thank you for giving me the chance to show my virility and get my wife back!", Bernard gushed out.

His appearance changed and he was quickly turned into a grotesque version of an ancient greek God, his torso having grown immense pecs and abs, his hair now more than shoulder long, looking as if he was standing in a constant breeze, his intimates only barely covered by a skirt like, white band, that was wrapped around his hips. He was carrying a jug, similar to the one, Dionysos was usually shown with, just that his didn't contain wine, but some kind of aphrodisiac liquid, which would bring a woman into a mood, similar to an animal in heat, destined to have her urges pleased and create a new life at the same time.

While being in a state like this, the female's body would at the same time send out an abnormally increased amount of pheromones, making every male, close enough to smell her, immediately become attracted and over the edge aroused, desperate to be the one to 'mate' with her.

Hawkmoth now had a sudden idea, to cause a bit of a jealousy drama and make the whole act precede faster, by sending his assistant to the place, the villain was headed for, dressed in one of his latest creations, making 'Procreator's' leaving wife a little envious.

Calling her with his tablet, he gave her strict instructions on what to wear and how to walk and talk.

"And Nathalie, you need to hurry. Yet try to keep a certain distance!", he finished his orders.

"Yes, Sir!", she croaked.

Then she rushed towards the dress, that was placed in a locked up room among several others, which were a little more, let's call it, provocative. She had seen them all of course, but never even dared to think about wearing one of them, least of all to a public place.

But Nathalie Sancoeur was used to following Gabriel Agreste's orders and directions and so she of course obeyed.

Keeping the connection, even when the assistant placed the device on a small table, while she was changing, she heard Hawkmoth speak again:

"Procreator! Those heroes want to stop you from achieving your goal, from fulfilling your one and only destiny! They will try to keep you apart from the woman you love and covet. If they succeed, they will take away your new powers and you will never feel loved by your woman again!"