《One More Love》


 Chapter 1.1: A Sweet Victory

    Hyperman, a respected member of the Hyper Humans and a well-known superhero, was on a mission to free the people from the chains of corruption. His vision of liberation, however, came at a catastrophic cost. Building after building crumbled under his immense power as he rampaged through the city, determined to bring down the corrupt structures that oppressed its citizens.


    His destructive spree eventually brought him to the crown jewel of the city: the headquarters of the beloved idol princess, Miranda Sweetness. As Hyperman prepared to obliterate the building, Miranda herself descended from the sky, her radiant presence halting him in his tracks.


    With a dazzling display of magic, Miranda trapped Hyperman, transforming him into an orange before the astonished eyes of onlookers. The crowd erupted into applause, hailing her as the city''s savior. Cameramen scrambled to capture the moment, and news outlets were quick to crown her a hero once again:


    "Miranda Does It Again! Our Heroine, Always for Us!"


    Miranda addressed the crowd, her voice full of compassion and charisma. She spoke of unity and equality, urging the city to embrace harmony among its diverse races¡ªGoblins, Orcs, Fairies, and beyond. Fans lined up to meet her, taking photos and receiving autographs as she embodied the ideal of a perfect heroine.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    After hours of public adoration, Miranda quietly departed, taking the orange that was once Hyperman with her. She flew across the city, and when she reached the safety of a dense forest far from urbanization, she landed.


    There, with a flick of her hand, she released Hyperman from his fruit prison.


    But there was no mercy waiting for him.


    Before he could speak, Miranda launched a relentless attack, her punches raining down with impossible strength. Hyperman, despite his own incredible power, was no match for the princess. He attempted to fight back, but her strength and precision overwhelmed him at every turn.


    With cold precision, Miranda tore off a piece of Hyperman¡¯s arm and casually ate it, her mocking laughter echoing in the forest. ¡°You thought you could change the world? Pathetic,¡± she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.


    As Hyperman¡¯s resolve faltered, Miranda raised a single, manicured finger. From her nail, she unleashed a beam of fire so potent it carried the destructive force of a trillion supernovas. In an instant, Hyperman¡¯s body was obliterated from existence.


    His soul, however, did not escape her grasp. With a wicked grin, Miranda twisted his essence into the form of a perfect orange.


    Satisfied, she turned and flew back to her castle, carrying the soul-fruit as a trophy.

 Chapter 1.2: Orange Nightmare

    As Miranda Sweetness flew closer to her castle, the tranquil forest below became a playground for her destructive whims. With a mix of laser beams and swift katana strikes, she casually slaughtered every creature that crossed her path, treating the carnage as nothing more than a game.


    Eventually, she reached her castle, where she carefully hid her weapons and greeted her guards and subjects with an aura of warmth and kindness. With a sweet smile, she thanked them for their efforts and personally baked cakes to share with them¡ªa performance of sincerity that masked her true indifference.


    Once her charade was complete, Miranda retreated into the depths of her castle. Passing through grand chambers and ornate halls, she finally arrived at her private quarters. There, she activated her magic, creating a portal to a secret pocket dimension where time stood still.


    Inside this timeless realm, she retrieved the orange containing Hyperman¡¯s soul and, with a wave of her hand, restored him to his original form.


    What followed was a nightmare.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Miranda unleashed a sadistic torrent of torture upon Hyperman, wielding her katana, pistols, shotguns, and an arsenal of dark magic. Her attacks were not random; they were precise, calculated to break both his body and his spirit. Time in the pocket dimension had no meaning, and Hyperman¡¯s suffering stretched endlessly.


    Finally, Miranda achieved her goal. Hyperman, once a paragon of altruism and hope, was reduced to a hollow shell. His resolve shattered, he sighed in defeat and whispered, ¡°It¡¯s not worth the suffering.¡±


    Miranda smirked, pleased with her work. ¡°You have potential,¡± she mocked, ¡°even if it¡¯s as a weak little orange.¡±


    With that, she transformed him back into the fruit, now utterly powerless, and placed him in a basket alongside several others.


    Returning to her chambers, Miranda prepared for her next public appearance. She carefully styled her hair and perfected her appearance, thinking about the delightfully ironic twist she planned to unveil. At the upcoming princess show, she would distribute the oranges¡ªincluding Hyperman¡¯s¡ªto her adoring fans and media, reveling in their oblivious joy.


    As she applied the final touches to her look, Miranda couldn¡¯t help but laugh. The idea of people praising her generosity while unknowingly consuming the very souls of those who had opposed her was simply too entertaining.


    With her signature radiant smile, Miranda descended the grand staircase, stepping into her enchanted limousine carriage. She was ready to charm the world once again......WITH ORANGE SMILE

 Chapter 1.3: Sweet Lies

    The magical limousine carriage arrived at the grand venue for the highly anticipated Princess Show. A uniformed servant stepped forward to open the door, and Miranda Sweetness emerged in a dazzling display of poise and charm. Cameras flashed relentlessly as reporters clamored for exclusives, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus.


    Miranda, ever the picture of grace, paused to address the crowd. Her words were sweet, laden with compliments and gratitude, though her indifference was expertly concealed. Her performance was flawless¡ªevery gesture, every smile meticulously calculated to dazzle.


    As reporters drew closer, Miranda posed elegantly, blowing fake kisses and offering baskets of oranges to the eager crowd. They accepted them gratefully, oblivious to the horrifying truth behind the fruit¡¯s origins. Miranda¡¯s smile widened imperceptibly as she watched a few reporters peel the oranges and begin eating.


    But she didn¡¯t stop there. Miranda handed oranges to children, families, and elderly attendees, soaking in their heartfelt thanks. ¡°You¡¯re so generous!¡± they exclaimed. ¡°A true angel!¡±


    Miranda responded with a peace sign and a radiant smile, basking in their adoration. Inside, she savored the irony¡ªonly she knew that their praise was directed at a monster.


    Once inside the venue, Miranda moved gracefully toward the dressing rooms. Here, her fa?ade of sweetness began to peel away. Using subtle magic, she sabotaged the outfits of the other young contestants¡ªtearing seams, wilting fabrics, and unraveling delicate embroidery. Her goal was clear: eliminate all competition without drawing suspicion.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Her schemes didn¡¯t end there. Miranda plucked one of the oranges from her basket, this one containing the soul of an unfortunate opponent from a previous encounter. With a flick of her wrist, she transformed it into a perfectly cooked hamburger.


    With the conjured hamburger in hand, Miranda discreetly placed it near the dressing table of one of the most popular contestants. The young girl, noticing the unexpected treat, assumed it was a kind gesture from another contestant. Without hesitation, she began eating it¡ªa decision she would soon regret.


    Moments later, the girl fell ill, clutching her stomach in pain. Unable to continue, she was forced to withdraw from the competition. The air in the dressing room grew tense, but Miranda stepped forward, feigning concern. She handed out oranges to the remaining contestants as ¡°a gesture of goodwill.¡± Her sympathetic words and teary eyes masked her amusement at the chaos she had caused.


    As the other girls accepted her ¡°kindness,¡± Miranda returned to her private dressing room. Here, she took her time preparing for the show, relishing the knowledge that she was now the uncontested favorite. With each brushstroke and adjustment to her outfit, she radiated confidence and malice in equal measure.


    Sitting beside her basket, Miranda let her eyes linger on the orange that still contained Hyperman¡¯s soul. ¡°Soon,¡± she whispered, her voice laced with mockery, ¡°your sweet lie will be released for all to enjoy.¡±


    The thought brought a sly smile to her face as she stood up, ready to claim the spotlight once more.

 Chapter 1.4: The Unglyful Victory

    Miranda steps into her dressing room, adjusting her hair with practiced precision. She barely flinches as the door creaks open, revealing Aurelius, the elven judge, nervously clutching a clipboard.


    "The show starts in twenty minutes," he says, avoiding her gaze.


    Miranda turns slowly, her smile sharp as glass. "Twenty minutes is plenty of time."


    Before Aurelius can respond, she raises a hand crackling with electric energy. "Do you know what happens to people who disappoint me, Aurelius?"


    The elf stammers, his confidence crumbling. "I¡ªI don''t¡ª"


    "You''ll make me win," Miranda purrs, stepping closer. Her voice is honeyed, but her eyes are storms. "Or the secrets you hold, the ones you think are safe, will burn brighter than any stage spotlight."


    She lets a spark leap from her fingers, sizzling against the metal frame of the vanity mirror. Aurelius flinches, his composure shattering like the glass under her power.


    "Say it," she demands, leaning in, her voice soft but deadly. "Promise me."


    Aurelius, trembling, nods silently.


    "Good boy," Miranda says, patting his cheek. "Now run along. We both have a show to prepare for."


    Aurelius, trembling more, nods silently.


    "And Aurelius," she adds, her voice dropping to a chilling seriousness, "if I don¡¯t win, I can assure you¡ªyou¡¯ll spend the entire night as my plaything in my bedroom. Do you understand?"This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Aurelius¡¯s eyes widen, his breath hitching as he nods frantically, his silence betraying his fear.


    "Good boy," Miranda says, patting his cheek with mock affection. "Now run along. We both have a show to prepare for."


    Miranda¡¯s victory was inevitable¡ªshe¡¯d made sure of it. From the moment Aurelius fled her dressing room in fear, she knew she had him by the balls, quite literally.


    After perfecting her hair and applying a final touch of lipstick, she stepped onto the stage, dazzling the audience with carefully rehearsed tricks and magic. Her performance outshone the others, but that wasn¡¯t enough for her. Subtly, without a single soul noticing, Miranda¡¯s magic sabotaged every competitor¡¯s spectacle¡ªribbons snapped, lights flickered, and costumes unraveled.


    When it came time for speeches, she sabotaged them too. Whispers of forgetfulness clouded their minds, leaving the contestants stumbling over their words. By the end of the competition¡ªbeauty, talent, and intelligence categories included¡ªMiranda stood untouchable, her cold gaze locking onto Aurelius whenever necessary.


    Finally, the scores were read. Aurelius was the last judge to speak. His voice trembled as he gave his mark: "Ten out of ten." Miranda¡¯s smile was a polished weapon. She won, of course. The other girls were devastated, their dreams crushed, while Miranda basked in the cameras¡¯ flashes, offering false gratitude to those who "helped" her succeed.


    After the show, Miranda distributed oranges as gifts to the judges. Aurelius hesitated, nibbling his cautiously. For Hyper Man¡¯s luck, Aurelius was the one holding the orange containing him not biting the orange¡ªbut Miranda noticed. She said nothing, her smirk growing sharper.


    Back in her dressing room, she prepared for the TV interview, only to be interrupted by Aurelius. He reminded her of their deal, his voice barely masking resentment.


    ¡°I fulfilled my part,¡± he said. ¡°Now release me.¡±


    Miranda tilted her head, her eyes glowing with amusement. ¡°Oh, darling, this is only the beginning¡± she cooed, waving a hand. Aurelius yelped as he transformed into a bright, red apple.


    Moments later, Miranda emerged into the night, stepping gracefully into her opulent limousine-carriage. Once inside and the door shut tight, she waved her hand again, returning Aurelius to his elven form. His screams were muffled as the carriage drove away, disappearing into the shadows.

 Chapter 1.5: Sweet Interview

    As the enchanted limousine carriage glided smoothly through the city streets, its automatic guidance system ensured an uninterrupted journey. Inside, however, the scene was anything but serene. Miranda Sweetness was using Aurelius, the once-proud elf now reduced to an apple-turned-plaything, as a "boxing bag." Each blow from her fists¡ªor occasionally, her magic-infused nails¡ªshattered not just his physical form but also his spirit.


    The carriage shook with the force of her attacks, her power both overwhelming and merciless. Aurelius''s screams, once filled with anger and resistance, diminished into whimpers and finally silence. By the time Miranda finished, he was utterly broken, his body and soul emptied of any remaining dignity.


    Satisfied with her handiwork, Miranda converted Aurelius back into an apple and casually placed him in her basket alongside the orange containing Hyperman. The limousine carriage came to a halt outside the TV studio, where one of her assistants quickly opened the door for her.


    Emerging with practiced grace, Miranda waved and blew kisses to the crowd, the cameras capturing her every move. She handed out apples to adoring fans, each one smiling at what they believed was a generous gift from their beloved princess. Of course, she kept Hyperman and Aurelius safely in her basket, saving them for later.


    Once inside, Miranda headed to her private dressing room. Standing before the ornate mirror, she began meticulously preparing for the interview. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled to perfection, and her demeanor carefully calculated to exude charm and intellect.


    As she worked, Miranda jotted down a list of sweet but fabricated answers to anticipated questions. Lies came easily to her, each one as polished and sugary as the persona she presented to the public. Simultaneously, she prepared a concealed knife, her thoughts already drifting toward potential contingencies.


    When the manager entered the room to inform her that there were thirty minutes remaining, Miranda¡¯s expression shifted from serene to predatory. Without hesitation, she hurled the knife, striking him directly in the chest. The manager crumpled to the floor, lifeless, his clipboard clattering beside him.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    With a flick of her wrist, Miranda reverted Aurelius to his original elf form. His broken spirit made him compliant as she handed him the manager''s uniform and gave a simple, chilling command: "Put this on and impersonate him. If you fail or resist, I¡¯ll make our earlier session seem like a kind gesture."


    Defeated, Aurelius complied, dressing in the manager¡¯s clothes as Miranda used a spell to enhance his appearance, making him indistinguishable from the original. Once his disguise was complete, she transformed the manager¡¯s corpse into a fruit, hiding it among the others in her basket.


    The stage was set. Miranda lounged in the dressing room until Aurelius, now disguised as the manager, came to escort her to the studio floor.


    Under the bright lights of the set, Miranda dazzled the audience, answering the scripted questions with poise and eloquence. Each query had been carefully altered at her request, ensuring she appeared as an unparalleled genius, a paragon of virtue. The crowd hung on her every word, their admiration palpable.


    But then, the unexpected happened. The interviewer pulled out an additional set of questions, ones Miranda hadn¡¯t prepared for. Her smile faltered for the briefest of moments as she scanned the page, realizing these questions could unravel her carefully woven web of lies.


    Thinking quickly, she conjured a small, concealed explosive and triggered it in a distant part of the studio. The explosion was sudden and deafening, throwing the entire building into chaos. Smoke and screams filled the air, providing the perfect cover for Miranda¡¯s escape.


    Amid the panic, she slipped backstage and reverted Aurelius into an apple once more, placing him back in her basket. Unbothered by the destruction she had caused, she blended into the fleeing crowd and made her way to her limousine carriage.


    As she settled into the plush interior, the carriage sped away, leaving the burning studio and panicked crowd behind. Miranda leaned back with a satisfied smile, glancing at the two fruits in her basket.


    "Two toys, still so much potential," she mused aloud, her voice dripping with amusement. To her, the lives she had ruined were nothing more than a source of entertainment, and the chaos she left behind was a mere afterthought.

 Chapter 1.6: The Extremist Unicorns

    As the limousine continues its journey, Miranda contemplates the best way to make the TV studio explosion appear as part of a larger, premeditated terrorist attack. She needs to direct suspicion away from herself.


    Her mind races as she thinks of a faction that could help make this seem coordinated... Something extreme enough, something that would throw people off her trail. And then, the answer hits her: The Nazi Unicorns.


    They were perfect. They were known for their violent tactics and controversial image, and their past attacks would lend the explosion an air of authenticity. Miranda could offer them what they wanted¡ªOradian Ore, a rare and potent substance that had a near-addictive effect on its consumers, making it the perfect trade.


    Without hesitation, she pulls out her MagiOS phone and contacts the Nazi Unicorns. After a brief exchange, Miranda arranges for two of her best operatives, Hyperman and Aurelius, to be sent to them. She promises them both a generous reward for their cooperation: a supply of Oradian Ore.


    Once the deal is set, Miranda ends the call and turns her attention back to the two prisoners in her limousine. Both Hyperman and Aurelius had been turned into fruits, their souls contained and trapped for her amusement. She needs them to understand the gravity of this mission.


    With a dark smile, she summons them back to their original forms, instantly reverting them to their powerful, humanoid states.


    "You two," she sneers, "are going to do something for me. If you ruin this in any way, I will devour you both. Understand?"


    They nod, their eyes filled with fear, but neither of them has any choice. The mission is set.


    Miranda begins to speak in cryptic, taunting tones as she teleports them to the two secret Nazi Unicorn bases. As the limousine drives on, Miranda watches their every move through a magical spell. She grins, confident her plan will go perfectly.


    With Hyperman


    Hyperman, tasked with planting bombs at the Libertarian Elves military base, knows he cannot refuse. The explosive charges are placed strategically in critical areas, and with his superior speed and endurance, Hyperman completes the mission quickly.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    He watches from a safe distance as the bombs detonate, the base erupting into flames. The survivors look in his direction, seeing the Nazi insignia on his suit, and understand exactly who is responsible. Satisfied, Hyperman flies away into the distance.


    Miranda, watching through her spell, smiles. She would reward him for a job well done. Perhaps later, when she could indulge in her favorite forms of pleasure, she''d offer him a little sugar sexuality as a "reward" for his cooperation.


    With Aurelius


    Aurelius, on the other hand, is tasked with a much less graceful operation. Accompanied by a team of Nazi Unicorns, Aurelius is supposed to throw grenades at a bank. However, his lack of experience causes him to miss the mark, repeatedly causing collateral damage.


    First, a hospital. Then a post office. Each time he throws a grenade, he either fails to hit the target or causes an unintended explosion. The Nazi Unicorns look on in disbelief, muttering amongst themselves about how someone could be so bad with grenades.


    Eventually, after multiple failed attempts, Aurelius manages to destroy the Bees Democrats Bank, all the while tossing a Nazi unicorn symbol into the air as a sign of who is responsible.


    Miranda watches the entire fiasco unfold through her spell, frowning. She isn¡¯t pleased with his incompetence. But at least the attack was technically completed.


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    The Aftermath


    Once both missions are complete, Miranda¡¯s limousine comes to a halt. With a snap of her fingers, a cage of Oradian Ore materializes. The Nazi Unicorns, hungry for their reward, eagerly devour the rare substance, much to the surprise of both Aurelius and Hyperman, who hadn''t known that edible ores existed.


    Both men, still disoriented, are quickly teleported back to the limousine. Miranda wastes no time in expressing her displeasure.


    She throws acid in Aurelius'' face, his scream muffled by the corrosive burn. Then, with a flick of her hand, she transforms him back into an apple. She places him in her basket with a satisfied smirk.


    As for Hyperman, Miranda''s mood shifts. She takes out her frustrations on him. She begins to ride him like an earthquake in a cake, causing the limousine to shake violently with each thrust.


    Through the entire ordeal, she keeps her focus on the news streaming from her GrimoPhone, watching as people blame the Nazi Unicorns for the attacks. Miranda laughs, relishing the chaos she has orchestrated.


    The power is intoxicating. The manipulation, the control¡ªeverything is going according to plan.


    Once the limousine finally arrives at her castle, Miranda exits, satisfied with her successful day. The chaos she¡¯s caused only fuels her darker desires. As she steps into her grand castle, she looks over at the basket containing Aurelius'' apple and Hyperman¡¯s orange, knowing that, at the end of the day, she still holds all the power.

 Chapter 1.7: Unexpected Loverepair

    Miranda Sweetness stepped gracefully into her castle, holding the apple and orange¡ªher two captives, Aurelius and Hyperman¡ªwith an air of detached amusement. She handed them off to one of her loyal guards.


    ¡°These are for the charity warehouse,¡± she declared. ¡°Give them to the poor or whatever.¡±


    The guard nodded without question, taking the fruits to the castle¡¯s massive storage warehouse. There, they were carefully placed in their respective spaces: one in the section for apples, the other with the oranges.


    The Anti-Golem Elves


    Back in her private chambers, Miranda pulled out her MagiOS phone and made another important call. This time, it was to the Anti-Semitic Elves, a controversial group known for their strange ideologies and unparalleled skill in construction and restoration.


    ¡°I have a proposition,¡± she purred into the phone. ¡°The recent explosions in the city need immediate repairs. I want you to rebuild the institutions in my name.¡±


    The leader of the Anti-Golem Elves hesitated for a moment, knowing Miranda¡¯s reputation. ¡°And what¡¯s in it for us?¡±


    ¡°Something you¡¯ve always wanted,¡± Miranda said, her voice syrupy and enticing. ¡°The first-ever Jew Golem to sacrifice to your so-called purity rituals.¡±


    There was a long pause, then the leader replied, ¡°We accept.¡±


    Miranda smirked and ended the call. Things were falling perfectly into place.


    The Repairs


    A few hours later, Miranda marched into the ruined districts with her elves, who were disguised as humble workers. They began to rebuild the damaged buildings under her command, restoring the hospital, bank, and military base. Meanwhile, Miranda made sure to capture photos and videos of herself posing alongside survivors.Stolen story; please report.


    She took pictures of herself with captions like: ¡°Helping survivors!¡± and ¡°Charity for all!¡±


    But her supposed kindness was a thin veneer. As she walked among the injured, Miranda casually ordered her elves to dispose of the poor survivors, throwing their bodies into black trash bags and burning them in secret cremation pits. These victims were conveniently labeled as casualties of the explosions.


    The wealthier survivors¡ªsoldiers, bankers, hospital workers, and anyone else with substantial funds¡ªwere treated with care. Miranda personally healed some of their wounds using her magic, ensuring they¡¯d remember her generosity.


    She smiled and shook hands with these wealthy survivors, taking even more photos to upload to her social media, crafting a narrative of a compassionate, heroic leader who had saved countless lives.


    The Golem


    With the repairs complete, Miranda returned to her mansion, where she retrieved the apple containing Aurelius. This time, however, her spell was different. When she transformed him, he didn¡¯t return as his usual elf self.


    He emerged as a golem¡ªhis stone-like body glowing faintly with a radiant sheen. His face still bore traces of his former self, but his new form was a mockery of his origins.


    Miranda examined her handiwork with a sly grin. ¡°How ironic,¡± she muttered to herself. ¡°A pure, noble golem to serve their twisted fantasies. And they¡¯ll never even realize it¡¯s one of their own.¡±


    She called the Anti-Golem Elves to her castle, presenting Aurelius as their prize.


    The elves erupted in cheers. They finally had the pure golem they had been dreaming of for years. Aurelius, unable to speak or move against Miranda¡¯s magic, was helpless as they carried him away.


    Miranda waved sweetly at the departing elves, hiding her laughter behind a demure smile. The image of their triumph was so deliciously false, it only deepened her sense of satisfaction. As the elves disappeared into the horizon with their ¡°prize,¡± Miranda returned to her castle, already planning her next move.

 Chapter 1.8: Dark Loves

    Chapter 1.8: Dark Loves


    Miranda Sweetness strolled through the grand halls of her castle, the weight of her day¡¯s successes amplifying her confidence. Repairs had gone smoothly, her public image had been bolstered, and she had set plans in motion to deal with her rivals. Yet, as she climbed the spiral staircase to her private quarters, her mind wandered back to those who had failed her.


    Aurelius deserved every bit of his humiliating fate as a golem. She smirked, remembering all the times he had proven to be a thorn in her side, only to finally be reduced to something entirely beneath her. Every star has its dim nights, she thought with venomous satisfaction.


    Her thoughts shifted to Hyperman, now an orange. How ironic, she mused. He always thought himself so invincible, and yet here he is¡ªjuicy and helpless. A dark chuckle escaped her lips.


    As she waved off the last of her guards and approached her bedroom, she envisioned the next phase of her schemes. Two names loomed large in her mind: the princess she had poisoned, and that meddlesome TV reporter. Both had narrowly escaped her wrath, but tomorrow, she would rectify those oversights.


    A Midnight Interruption


    Miranda slipped into her room and locked the door behind her. She peeled off her elaborate gown, letting it fall to the floor in a silken heap, revealing her flawless form. Her bare skin gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the ornate windows. She stretched luxuriously before collapsing onto her bed, the plush covers embracing her.


    As she lay there, her mind continued to churn. Her fingers idly traced circles on the bedding as she considered her sister, Beatrice. They hadn¡¯t spoken in years. I wonder if she still dreams of ruling, Miranda thought. The idea amused her. Beatrice had always been content to stay in the shadows, while Miranda thrived in the limelight.


    Her thoughts began to drift, her eyelids growing heavy. But just as she was slipping into the comfort of sleep, her phone rang.


    With a groan, she grabbed the device, the name S.A.C. flashing on the screen. She sat up, her irritation tempered by curiosity, and answered.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    The Call with S.A.C.


    Miranda: ¡°Hello? I know the plan hit a few bumps, but I¡¯m still advancing!¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°We know, Miranda. This is a reminder. There¡¯s much at stake here. You have power, and more is within reach, but don¡¯t forget¡ªit¡¯s just as easy to lose it.¡±


    Miranda rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. ¡°Yes, I know. I¡¯m the key to our little operation, and everyone¡¯s counting on me. What is it this time?¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°Arthur Coleman. His torture will bring us closer to securing the democratic victory in the next election. Don¡¯t fail.¡±


    Miranda¡¯s tone sharpened. ¡°Arthur Coleman...he¡¯ll receive my personal attention tomorrow. Any other names?¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°Not at this time. Just remember¡ªyour father is proud. Mr. White watches your every move.¡±


    At the mention of her father, Miranda¡¯s expression softened for a fleeting moment. She hesitated before speaking. ¡°And...how is she?¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°Who?¡±


    Miranda: ¡°My sister. Beatrice. How is she?¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°She¡¯s perfect, living peacefully in her castle.¡±


    Miranda leaned back, a sly smile creeping across her lips. ¡°So, she finally left that tiresome job and built her own castle? Impressive. Has she shown any interest in politics?¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°No signs of that. She¡¯s content where she is.¡±


    Miranda¡¯s thoughts raced. No competition for now...but perhaps a reunion is in order. Friendly, of course...for now.


    S.A.C.: ¡°Ms. Sweetness, you¡¯re our only winner. Don¡¯t forget it.¡±


    Miranda: ¡°I never do. Now, one last thing¡ªtell Lami she¡¯s getting a new friend to...¡®play¡¯ with tomorrow.¡±


    S.A.C.: ¡°Understood. Have a good night, Ms. Sweetness.¡±


    Miranda hung up, a smug grin on her face. ¡°Now let¡¯s see how much freedom I can enjoy before morning.¡±


    A Slimy Second Call


    She was just beginning to relax again when her phone buzzed for the second time. Groaning, she saw the caller ID: Lami the Slami.


    Miranda: ¡°Hello, Lami. Couldn¡¯t wait till morning?¡±


    Lami: ¡°I¡¯m so hyped! Tomorrow I¡¯ll finally get to see you again!¡±


    Miranda sighed. ¡°It¡¯s only been two weeks since I moved here, Lami. Control yourself.¡±


    Lami: ¡°Two weeks? It feels like forever! I¡¯ve missed your body¡ª¡±


    Miranda: ¡°LAMI! Too much! Keep that nonsense for when we¡¯re together.¡±


    Lami: ¡°Okay, but I¡¯m a very impatient slime!¡± (Playful squishing sounds echoed through the phone.)


    Miranda: ¡°Stop bouncing! And for heaven¡¯s sake, be presentable. Fix your hair...or whatever passes for hair on a slime.¡±


    Lami: ¡°Fine, fine. I¡¯ll look my best. See you tomorrow!¡±


    Miranda: ¡°Goodnight, Gelatine.¡±


    She ended the call and flopped back onto her bed. Finally, sleep came, and this time, there were no interruptions.

 Chapter 1.9 Easily Day

    Chapter 1.9 Easily Day


    The Lamimorning


    Miranda wakes up the next morning, stretching and yawning. "Ahhhhh, good morning to me," she says, only to freeze when she notices something blue on her legs. Her almost-scream turns into an exasperated sigh as she realizes it¡¯s Lami the Slami.


    Miranda: "Lami? How did you get into my castle?"


    Lami the Slami: "Through the vent again."


    Miranda facepalms. "Of course you used the vent. How could you not?"


    Lami grins slyly. "So, we¡¯re having sex?"


    Miranda¡¯s voice jumps an octave. "WHAT!?"


    Lami: "Oh, come on. It¡¯s not like I¡¯m going to fuck you in the past and you¡¯re going to fuck me now."


    Miranda sighs, her hand over her face. "Well, I guess you caught me off guard. That¡¯s all."


    Lami smirks. "The more I lick, the more I Slami."


    Miranda groans. "Oh my god, you are incorrigible."


    Lami: "And you are insatiable."


    Miranda: "Maybe, but that doesn¡¯t mean we have to have sex right now."


    Lami: "Okay... but you owe me a fuck."


    Miranda sighs, her patience thinning. "And I¡¯ll give it to you, Lami. Just not yet."


    Lami The SLAMI


    Lami shifts topics. "I think you called for a job."


    Miranda: "Oh, right! Let me get it." She retrieves Hyperman¡¯s orange, holding it in her hand. "Here it is," she says, transforming Hyperman back to normal.


    Lami¡¯s eyes light up mischievously. "So, this is the new player in the rape game?"


    Hyperman blinks, confused. "Huh?"This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    Miranda: "Exactly. He¡¯s the new player, and you have to rape him hard to win the game."


    Without hesitation, Lami creates a 20-meter-long futanari appendage with her slime fluids. "I¡¯m going to win the game. And..." Lami leans close to Hyperman, whispering, "You¡¯ll understand why they call me Slami."


    Lami begins her assault, thrusting wildly as Miranda waves her off. "I¡¯m going to drink my tea, okay? I¡¯ll leave you to win the game." She exits the room, leaving Lami to her ¡°work.¡±


    The Golem of Survival


    Down in the kitchen, Miranda finds the mangled remains of Aurelius, who miraculously managed to escape but is missing half his torso and an arm. "So, you survived."


    Aurelius wheezes. "Yeah, I did... thanks mostly to that blue guy. If he hadn¡¯t shown up, I¡¯d be elf coal by now." Miranda smirks. "Aha. Well, I guess Aurelius has what he deserves for being the creator of those elves in the first place."


    Aurelius¡¯s face contorts in shock. "How do you¡ª"


    Miranda interrupts. "Know that? Honey, I know everything about my toys."


    Aurelius sputters. "Toys?"


    Miranda nods coldly. "Exactly. Now, you¡¯ll be my toy golem. You won¡¯t speak, think, or even give an opinion without ME telling you!" With a flick of her finger, she deactivates him, repairs his body, and goes back to preparing her tea.


    While boiling water, Miranda hears Lami¡¯s voice echoing from her room. "Take this! And this! And a little more of this!"


    Miranda snickers. "Clearly, she learned from the best¡ªme." She giggles, pouring her tea.


    She tears a piece of clay from Aurelius¡¯s body, molds it into a tiny teacup, and drinks her tea in the new cup. Minutes pass as she enjoys her French toast tea, briefly wondering if she¡¯s forgotten something but quickly dismissing the thought. The castle¡¯s air carries that new plastic smell she loves so much. "Beautiful," she murmurs, savoring her tea.


    The Cooldefeat?


    Lami bursts into the kitchen. "Done! Another adversary claimed by Lami!"


    Miranda smirks. "Oh, you¡¯re done? That means another toy for Miranda."


    Lami grins. "And that means we¡¯re done for today."


    Miranda suddenly remembers. "Shit, I almost forgot to kill that bastard Artur Cooleman. Come on, Lami. Let¡¯s finish the son of a bitch."


    Lami cheers. "Yes! Let¡¯s go!"


    Artur Cooleman is leaving his garage when his car explodes. Miranda stands in the distance, rocket launcher in hand. "Got him."


    Lami applauds. "Bravo, Miranda!" Miranda smirks smugly. "I know I¡¯m amazing. Let¡¯s go home and rest."


    The Ambitiousanda


    They teleport back to Miranda¡¯s castle, ignoring the flaming wreckage they left behind. Back at the castle, Miranda checks on Hyperman. Seeing that Lami has done an excellent job, she rewards her with an ice cream. "Take it."


    Lami gasps. "Epic! An ice cream!"


    Miranda smirks. "Clearly, no one can say I don¡¯t treat my employees wonderfully."


    Hyperman groans. "Ufff..."


    Miranda kicks him, knocking him unconscious. "Shut up."


    She heads to the living room, plops onto the couch, and turns on the TV. The news anchor discusses Artur Cooleman¡¯s death. Miranda bursts into laughter. "Hahaha, take that, bastard! NOBODY ASKS ME MORE QUESTIONS THAN NECESSARY!"


    She conjures a bottle of mineral water, drinking it whole. "Ahhh, as fresh and pure as my dream. Now that Cooleman¡ªor whatever his name was¡ªis out of the way, I¡¯m one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being president and building my industry with people¡¯s tax money."

 Chapter 2.0: The Power of THAT

    Chapter 2.0: The Power of THAT


    The Storm Before THAT


    Miranda sat on her plush, pink throne, sipping her tea while watching the news. Her mind was restless, contemplating her next move to establish her toy empire. The anchor droned on, but her thoughts were elsewhere¡ªon what she needed to do to obliterate all competition.


    Lami, lounging on the floor beside her, seemed to read her mind.


    "Maybe we need to take over MaGO," Lami suggested, her voice dripping with mischief. "We could replace it with MeGO¡ªMiranda Sweetness Go!"


    Miranda¡¯s eyes sparkled. "Lami, for once, you¡¯ve outdone yourself! And while we¡¯re at it, we¡¯ll enforce the most convoluted and unfair terms and conditions imaginable. Nobody reads those anyway! When they break the rules, we¡¯ll sue the pants off them! Hahaha!"


    She clapped her hands, the sound echoing in the room. "The only thing left is to start the company. For that, there¡¯s only one solution¡­"


    Lami hesitated, her smile faltering. "You don¡¯t mean¡­ THAT, do you?"


    Miranda¡¯s grin widened. "Exactly. It¡¯s time to use THAT."


    The Arrival at Magic Go


    Minutes later, they stood before the towering Magic Go skyscraper. The imposing glass facade gleamed in the sunlight, mocking them with its cold, corporate perfection.


    Miranda reached under her elaborate dress, pulling out a miniature guitar and something else¡ªTHAT.


    Lami¡¯s eyes widened, tears forming as she gazed at the object. It pulsated with life, a surreal blend of elegance and absurdity. Over a thousand meters long, drops of milk oozed from its tip as it radiated an overwhelming, almost divine power.


    "Are you sure about this, Miranda?" Lami whispered, her voice trembling.


    Miranda nodded resolutely. "We¡¯ve tried everything else. This is the only way."


    Miranda gives THAT a good shake while pointing THAT towards the Magic Go corporate building and begins to play the guitar. The news of the princess'' arrival spread like wildfire throughout the building. The employees looked out of the windows, with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension on their faces. The security guards, dressed in black uniforms, approached cautiously.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    The Chaos Unleashed


    "Princess Miranda," the head of security boomed, his voice amplified by a hidden microphone. "What is the meaning of this... Manifestation?" Miranda just smiled, a chillingly sweet smile that didn''t reach her eyes. She picked up her guitar. "I''m here to give a message," she said, her voice eerily calm. Lami closed her eyes and braced herself. She knew what was coming. She knew the power of IT.


    Miranda strummed the guitar, sending an unholy cacophony into the air. It was a twisted symphony of off-key opera, wailing bagpipes, and shrieking seagulls, each note more discordant than the last.


    The sound sent ripples through the ground. THAT began to pulsate violently, its energy building like a storm until it was uncontrollable. Milk erupted from it in liters after liters and waves after waves, crashing against the building like a tidal force of nature in a rage that surpassed the worst hurricanes and tsunamis. The skyscraper trembled, the windows shattering one by one, until the entire structure was launched into the horizon, disappearing from sight to never be seen again.


    Miranda stood triumphant amidst the chaos, her dress fluttering in the wind. Beside her, Lami wiped her eyes, overcome with awe.


    "This is the power of THAT," Lami whispered reverently, staring at the milk-soaked ruins of what was once Magic Go.


    A Moment of Triumph


    Miranda pulls down her dress, puts THAT away and pats Lami on the back while hugging her saying "I know Lami That was amazing and the most beautiful thing I''ve seen in my fucking life" They hug each other... the moment is clearly touching, sentimental and the destruction around them fading into insignificance.


    After what felt like an eternity, but in reality, was only 20 minutes Lami pulled back. "That was incredible, but we can¡¯t stop now. Miranda Go must rise!!" and Miranda nodding knowing that the world will never be the same since she used THAT. But she has to be strong and show that she is a woman with the strongest Ovaricles here.


    Mirand sighs and her determination is reigniting. "You¡¯re right. The world will never forget this day¡ªthe day I unleashed THAT."


    She sighs as she begins to lift her own Corporation up, careful not to disturb the milk where Magic Go once was. Now there is nothing left but the scent, the color, and the milk which shows what happens when Miranda lifts up her dress, pulls out the guitar, and THAT is used.


    ''Let them all tremble,'' she muttered under her breath. ''They¡¯ll learn the hard way that when Miranda Sweetness pulls out THAT, there¡¯s no going back.''


    With a final glance at the milky ruin''s testament of THAT Unmatched Viridity, Miranda and Lami vanished to the interior of the new Miranda Go corporation, their next conquest already forming in Miranda¡¯s cunning mind.