A new competitor appears in the Desire Grand Prix! Who is he? What is his objectives?
Ah, who am I kidding, he's probably going to be roublesome, isn't he?
A/N none of the character belong to me, the only character I own are the OCS, this is just a...
Warning: This chapter is not meant for Minors and contains some slight scene of sexual assault. You have been warned.
With every strike and taunt, Aaron had steadily worn down Michinaga's strength and resolve. Finally, the once-confident adversary fell to his knees, utterly defeated and exhausted. As he knelt there, gasping for breath and drained of energy, the last words he heard from Aaron were delivered with a smirk and a hint of mockery.
"Don't drop the soap," Aaron quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Pov shift
Michinaga open his eyes to see himself in a prison cell.
He looks around frantically trying to escape to see he himself is in a jail cell. As he tries to make sense of his situation, he turns to see a big buff black man with veins all over his body.
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"Oh a new guy, what's your name?" The black man said in a commanding voice.
"Why should I tell you?"Michinaga shot back to which the black man just smiled predatorially.
"A tough guy huh, I love them the most." The black guy said before Michinaga had enough of it and picked up his driver and with a "Henshin!" and the driver saying "ENTRY" He transformed into Buffa to attack the guy.
The man blocked his attacks and in one blow caused Michinaga to detransform, his driver turning to a bar of soap, before saying "So you're a bull huh, let me show you a real bull"
As those words left the man's mouth, his towel that had been covering him fell and Michinaga was picked up. Michinaga went from struggling to screaming in pain.
"I will show you a real bull"The man said before turning him over and screams of a terrified man was heard.
Michinaga started to scream like there was no tomorrow, what was going to happen to him would changed him as a person.
It would change him completely, this experience made him experience what it meant to be a woman. He was stretched like there was no tomorrow and his small frame couldn't take everything.
He became someone bitch that day
Meanwhile in the outside world.
As Michinaga screamed in pain, his voice filled with fear and agony, Aaron observed the scene with a rather nonchalant demeanor. It seemed that whatever Aaron had done had indeed taken a toll on Michinaga. With a hint of satisfaction in his voice, Aaron casually remarked, "Guess it worked."
His words conveyed a sense of indifference, as if he had expected nothing less from his actions. It was clear that Aaron had used his cunning and resourcefulness to gain the upper hand in this confrontation, and now he was simply reveling in the results.
In Aaron's opinion, Michinaga's will was simply too weak-willed to break free from the illusion, and so he had allowed it to persist for an extended period. Thirty minutes had passed, and the illusion still hadn't lifted. Aaron had grown rather impatient and decided to leave the area to satisfy his own cravings for sweets. He was confident that Michinaga and his associates could figure things out on their own, and he saw no reason to rush back to the scene.
Aaron found himself unexpectedly pounced on by a rather large Jamato as he was making his way to the shop. This particular Jamato resembled an eggplant, and Aaron couldn't resist making a jest about its appearance. He engaged in a vigorous bout of violence, thoroughly thrashing the Jamato for its audacity to block his path to the cherished sweets he so desired.
"Oh, you're quite the brave eggplant, aren't you? Blocking the path to my precious sweets, huh?" Aaron said a bit irritated.
Jamato (gurgling sounds): *Aggressive gibberish*
"That's right, scream all you want, it's not going to help you! This is what you get for challenging a sugar-deprived warrior like me!"Aaron said as if he teasing it.
*Sounds of vigorous punches and squelching noises*
"You know, you look more like an oversized vegetable than a fearsome opponent. Did your mom plant you in the wrong patch?"Aaron said in between punches.
Jamato (incoherent noises): *Sounds of agony*
"Oh, come on, don't be such a sour grape... Or should I say, bitter eggplant?"Aaron said mockingly.
*The battle continues with Aaron's relentless mockery.*
"Seriously, guys, you should've known better than to mess with me, especially when I have a sugar craving!" Aaron said midbattle.
Jamato #1 (gargling sounds): *Fruitless threats*
"Oh, you're gonna call your buddies? Maybe they can bring you some ketchup for when I turn you into a Jamato salad!"Aaron said In a mocking tone.
*More Jamatoes join the fray.*
"Come on, the more, the merrier! This is like a fruit ninja convention, and I'm the guest of honor!"Aaron said laughing.
*The Jamato onslaught continues, but Aaron's taunts remain relentless.*
Aaron found a sword on the ground and picked up, he was about to do something very gruesome with that sword.
Aaron wielded the katana with finesse, slicing through the Jamato with precision. His movements were a mesmerizing dance of death as he effortlessly dispatched his fruity foes. One by one, they fell, their halves hitting the ground with a splatter of fruit pulp.
"Looks like you guys were way overripe for a fight! But thanks for the warm-up. Now, back to my sweets hunt!"Aaron said smirking
With the path clear, Aaron continued on his quest for the sugary delights that would satisfy his sweet tooth, leaving a trail of defeated Jamato in his wake.
