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Super Yandere

Strong, powerful, beautiful...and incredibly psycho Passion Princess is one of the world’s most powerful and popular superheroes. As gorgeous as she is friendly, people look to the caped heroine whenever danger threatens the Earth, where her enemies struggle to find a way to combat the bulletproof woman. She’d be perfect, if not for her dark secret… Passion Princess is a massive yandere. With great power, comes great temptation, and the pretty-faced heroine struggles with this when it comes to men that she finds attractive. Regardless of whether they are dating, married, or don’t reciprocate her advances, those who catch their eye may eventually find themselves chained up at her secret island base. It is up to a lone detective to try and find a way to uncover Passion Princess’s secret passions.

Sneekurp · Seram
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32 Chs

The Lead

Passion Princess watched unamused as the inside of the club quickly dropped in temperature while Destro's whole body seemed to be refrigerating everything around it. 

"I was brought up in a small mountain town in Tibet," the villain began as his skin turned a light blue. "The only time I didn't feel the cold was when I ate hot food. It should be no wonder that I developed powers to make the world around me as frigid as my homeland during the advent."

"Spare the exposition, because if you don't tell me what I want to know about Asher, then I'm going to make things very painful for you," the heroine replied flatly as she lifted off the ground a few feet and reared her arms and fists back into a combative stance. "Final warning."

"A final warning is one too many," the mobster answer with a grin as he abruptly extended his arms and aimed his palms at the towering woman. What looked like vapor from a smoke machine was ejected from his hands and sprayed over everything in front of him like an overloaded fire extinguisher.

Becoming consumed in the icy fog, Passion Princess could sense the temperatures around her plummet to -100 degrees Celsius, her body stiffening as any fluids on her body such as sweat froze over and rendered her encased in a thin layer ice. Laughing, Destro approached her and raising his fist, seemed to encase it in a glove of thick ice before delivering a powerful punch to the immobilized heroine's stomach.

"Ah ha, that felt good," the villain lied as he shook his fist, which was now aching as it felt as if he'd just punched a steel wall. "Hmm well while I have you immobilized, let me see what you're working with here…"

Referring to the buxom, curvaceous body of Passion Princess, Destro chuckled to himself as he brushed his pompadour back with his hand and began to rip up at the heroine' now-frozen t-shirt, splitting the garment in 2 and revealing her enormous, creamy, bulging breasts that were contained in a tight blue bra.

"Oh my, I think these babies belong on the internet, don't you?" the mob boss whistled as he gave one of the large boobs a squeeze. "Yeah, where's my phone at? Let me—

The villain froze at a sudden cracking sound. Before his eyes, the layer of ice across Passion Princess's body shattered and slid off of her, but before he could back away, Destro yelped at the stalwart woman's hand suddenly grabbing the back of his head.

"You asshole, you got my nipples all hard," the heroine growled as she pushed the man's head into her large chest, but with enough force to make it so that the villain might as well have been smashing his face into concrete.

Screaming with pain as his head bounced off her boobs, Destro clutched his now-bloody nose and stumbled back. A second later, the wind was knocked out of him as Passion Princess delivered a devastatingly-powerful punch to his chest, sending him flying not only though the wall, but outside the strip club itself.

Laying on his back on the pavement beneath the cool night sky, the mobster coughed up blood as his whole body screamed in agony. Silently gliding over to him, Passion Princess touched down next to his head and put her sneaker down on his temple.

"I wonder how much strength I need to put down into my leg to make your head explode like a watermelon?" the heroine asked coldly as she began to press down on the man's head with her foot. "My guess is not too much."

"P-p-please," Destro groaned as he trembled in pain, more blood leaking out of his nose following a cracking sound from head. "I-I can't feel my legs."

"Asher Avril. What did you threaten him with?" Passion Princess demanded.

"I-I don't know who the fuck you're talking about," the mob boss whimpered. "I surrender, okay? Take me to the cops or whatever. F-fuck, this hurts."

"I liked these shoes, so I'm going to be extra-pissed when they become stained with your brain," the towering woman scoffed as she continued to push her foot down, drawing more cries of pain from her opponent. "You dared expose my boobs, you perv. They're for Asher only. Who do you have threatening him!?"

"W-wait! I don't know who you're talking about, but maybe I can help you find him," the villain begged. "I have a ton of connections."

"He's in witness protection, and with what I know now, it seems to be in relation to the branch of the Nepalese mafia that you run," Passion Princess explained. "He isn't just a man. He's the one that I love, and I will break every bone in your body if I have to in order to get him home."

"Again, I have no idea what you're talking about! I-I've been framed!" Destro cried. "B-but let's forget about that. I have crooked cops on my side, I bet that I can find out where this man of yours is being kept."

Grunting as he felt the already-intense pressure on his head increase more, the suit-clad villain looked up at the hero with pleading eyes.

"Do you mean it? You're not bullshitting me right now?" Passion Princess asked.

"Y-yes!! It's getting late, but let me make a few calls!" the mobster replied desperately.

Bending down, the now-topless woman grabbed the downed boss by the front of his jacket and hauled him into the air with her. Screaming as he watched the ground fall away beneath him, the horrified man was dropped onto the roof of one of Graveport's skyscrapers. Groaning and barely able to move, still in tremendous pain, Destro watched as the heroine handed him his phone.

"Do your thing, I want a location, and if I sniff any BS, then I'm kicking you off this building," Passion Princess warned as she crossed her arms, before looking down at her large, exposed chest as the villain got to work. "Dammit, now I have to go home and change…"

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"Passion Princess, do not engage. Repeat, do not engage with the Nepalese mafia," Clive Rand texted on his phone furiously.

"Are you texting her now? Is she already out there looking again?" Priya asked as she left the bar with the detective.

"Yes, I'm going to try and make sure that she stays away from them until I can get her searching in another direction," the cop replied. "Lord, this is stressful. I hope she doesn't take this the opposite way and decide to approach the mafia herself."

"Me neither, because what happens if she finds out that these Nepalese guys have nothing to do with why Asher is hiding?" the young woman asked next as she got into her and her boyfriend's shared car.

"I don't know, but it probably won't be good," Rand sighed as he reached his own car nearby. "I might need to move Asher to another location or something. The last thing that we need is for Passion Princess to find him."

Suddenly, the man's phone vibrated, causing him to look at his texts.

"Great news, detective! I might have found a lead!" the text from the heroine stated. "I'm looking into it now, but if it comes through, then I might be able to go bring Asher home myself!!"

"Oh dear God," Rand muttered as he clutched his forehead. "Oh, this is bad. This is very bad."