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Mine until the end
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Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2018
WARNING THIS INCLUDES A LEMON!
Yandere! Mondo Oowada x reader

He always watched her, eyes dark and full of want. She was far out of his league; well-behaved, gorgeous, funny and a virgin. It's like she was made for him to deflower, to have and take whenever he wanted. His to make smile, his to make happy, his to make feel love and lust and passion.
Her beautiful hair, wonderful skin, tempting body and oh, the way she dressed... Sometimes it was high-waisted jeans and a crop top just long enough to hide her belly, sometimes it was a flowing dress with sleeves and a hem that hid all the curves he wanted so desperately to caress and hold. Monokuma seemed to notice her assets and gave her tighter clothes, making the boys drool like dogs over her and her wondrous form. But she was his, every mound and curve on her was his. She was his, his, his.
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