Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

King Kamoshida (Persona 5)

Commission

Themes: Mind Control, Master/Slave, Bad End

Summary: In which Kamoshida's Palace becomes a little too powerful and its effects begin leaking into reality with disastrous results for our heroines...

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“I’m still not so sure about this, guys… we’re fighting at half-strength for no reason here…”
 
“Don’t be ridiculous, Oracle. We don’t need the entirety of the Phantom Thieves to take down a Shadow this weak.”
 
“Panther is right, Oracle. Kamoshida is the scum of the earth, but he’s just a simple volleyball coach. The three of us are all that’s necessary.”
 
“… Panther… Queen… ugh, if you say so.”
 
With that, the three female Phantom Thieves head deeper into Suguru Kamoshida’s Palace. In the front are Ann Takamaki, Makoto Niijima, aka Panther and Queen respectively. Taking up the rear is Futaba Sakura, aka Oracle. The three of them do indeed make up only half of the Phantom Thieves… but it should be fine, right? After all, Makoto is correct. Their target this evening is no one special. Just the Shujin Academy Volleyball Coach. Sure, he rules over the Academy with an iron fist, abusing his student athletes in a variety of sick and twisted way, but as far as villains go… he should be weak, right?
 
Though one wouldn’t think it by looking at his Palace, Futaba couldn’t help but note. Palaces were the domains of incredibly distorted, negative individuals who proved capable of manifesting a Shadow version of themselves. Kamoshida’s Palace… took the form of a massive, ornate, and altogether visually stunning Castle.
 
Truthfully, that Kamoshida was twisted and sick enough to even HAVE a Shadow in the first place should have been enough for them to be taking this all much more seriously. However, with Ann being on the Volleyball Team and one of Kamoshida’s primary targets for harassment, and Makoto being the Student Council President and sick and tired of being forced to stand by due to the Principal’s protection of Kamoshida… well, they’d both decided it was okay to rush in just this once, and they’d dragged Futaba with them.
 
As the three of them enter the Castle that is Kamoshida’s Palace, Futaba half-expects them all to be stopped. But the guards just stand aside, while all the others within the Castle watch the three leather-clad Phantom Thieves curiously while they make their way towards the Throne Room.
 
“Tch… our fellow students…”
 
“… Yeah, I see them…”
 
Futaba blinks at that. As the team’s resident shut-in, she doesn’t actually recognize any of the young people around them. But apparently Ann and Makoto both do. Apparently, the Castle’s inhabitants are all students at Shujin Academy in the real world. Or rather, they’re duplicates of those real world people. It makes sense based on what Futaba has been told… Kamoshida has gotten an over-inflated sense of his own importance thanks to the Principal’s aegis of protection. No one is willing to stand up to him in the real world, so he’s become convinced that he’s the King of his own Castle… that being the Academy.
 
And that in turn has manifested itself here, in this world. A shiver runs down Futaba’s spine as they reach the throne room. She… she’s starting to have a bad feeling about this. Even worse than before in fact.
 
“Girls…”
 
But before Futaba can voice her concerns, both Ann and Makoto suddenly leap forward and kick out, their legs going ramrod straight from their bodies as they each hit one side of the large double doors leading into the throne room.
 
WHAM! SLAM!
 
Rather loudly, the doors go flying open and hit the inside wall on either side, causing the two Phantom Thieves in front of Futaba to smirk and straighten up before exchanging a look, a nod, and sauntering in. Biting her lower lip, Futaba follows quietly… even as the pressure grows all the worse. They barely get halfway down the throne room’s long hall before a voice echoes out from the throne. It’s a deep, dark voice filled with menace… but also promise.
 
“And what… is the meaning of this interruption?”
 
Futaba’s legs quake and her eyes widen behind her goggles. She might be dressed as the Phantom Thief Oracle right now, but she’s still just a young woman underneath her costume. So are Ann and Makoto, who stop dead in their tracks right alongside her. They too quiver in place as Kamoshida’s Shadow rises from his throne and descends the steps leading up to his dais.
 
The egotistical man’s Shadow takes on his form… but wears nothing more than a crown, a majestic king’s cape covered in red hearts, and a set of pink boxers. His bare chest is fully on display, as are his muscled, hairy legs. As he approaches them, Ann takes a single stuttering step forward, pointing a trembling finger at him.
 
“B-Bastard… you… this is where you pay for everything y-you’ve done. This is w-where we stop you! We’re the Phantom Thieves and we’re h-here to put an end to your tyranny!”
 
She’s saying all the right things but the tone she’s using… Futaba blinks at it. Ann is usually so confident and self-assured. She doesn’t sound like she’s either though at the moment. She sounds… almost like she’s a broken shell of her true self. Alarm bells begin ringing in Futaba’s head, even as Makoto tries to back her fellow Phantom Thief up.
 
“P-Panther is right! T-This is where it ends! G-Get ready, Kamoshida, because after today… you will finally understand w-what a monster you are!”
 
Far from being afraid or even angry, Shadow Kamoshida just grins, an unnaturally long tongue slipping out from between his pearly white teeth to lick at his lips greedily. Meanwhile, his yellow eyes glow with… far more intensity than Futaba would have expected. In fact, they glow with a power that shouldn’t be possible. Futaba’s eyes widen behind her goggles as she finally realizes what must have happened.
 
Anna and Makoto might have convinced themselves that this particular mission would be a cakewalk because Kamoshida was nothing but a blowhard in real life. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. The amount of people that were bending over backwards to cater to all of Kamoshida’s sick and twisted desires… had grown to be too many. In turn, his distortion had grown in power as well. And as a result, his Palace… his Palace had become powerful enough to effect reality itself, hadn’t it?
 
“Oh? Is that so? Hmm… I wonder. Saucy little cunts like you will say one thing, but you always end up meaning something else. Let’s test your… conviction, shall we?”
 
Grinning like the mad man he is, Shadow Kamoshida reaches down and grabs at his pink boxers. All three Phantom Thieves jolt in horror, each recognizing the danger much too late to be able to do anything about it. With contemptuous ease, the Shadow King standing before them all removes his underwear… revealing that in this fantasy dream realm, those boxers were actually doing a lot more heavy lifting than any of them could have imagined.
 
The biggest, fattest, thickest cock that any of the three women have ever seen comes flopping free and dangles between the Shadow’s legs for a moment before slowly rising up to full mast, pointing unerringly at all of them. But the size is honestly secondary to what they’re now feeling. Because Shadow Kamoshida’s pink boxers… they were acting as a sort of self-imposed power blocker. They were a ridiculous item of clothing that held back the true power of his Majesty.
 
Without them, the full pressure of Kamoshida’s Palace washes over the trio of Phantom Thieves. Ann, who has been forced to spend the most time in Kamoshida’s presence in the real world, is the first to collapse to her knees right there on the spot. Her whip drops from her hand as her jaw drops open in awestruck amazement at his sizable schlong.
 
Makoto, being the Student Council President and always within Kamoshida’s domain, drops just a few seconds after, shuddering as she does so. She’s supposed to be Queen of the Phantom Thieves… and yet, in the face of a true King, she collapses and submits, quivering and reaching up to begin touching herself through her suit.
 
Futaba sees all of this with ever rising horror. Her own exposure to Kamoshida has been limited solely to this incursion into his Palace… and yet, she’s put herself in his power. She’s put herself in the center of his strength. Foolishly, she’s exposed herself to his presence directly and as her fellow Phantom Thieves kneel with dumbstruck expressions on their masked faces, the Shadow looks directly at her with those glowing yellow eyes of his.
 
She’s never felt more seen… and she’s never ENJOYED it more than in this moment. With a shuddering gasp, Futaba gives in as well, dropping to her knees right alongside Ann and Makoto. Just like that, without throwing out even a single attack, the three Phantom Thieves have lost, reduced to little more than the three young women they really are.
 
Chuckling darkly, Shadow Kamoshida steps forward. Their eyes all follow his cock as he does so, resulting in both Ann and Makoto turning to keep it directly in front of them, while Futaba’s gaze goes crossed staring down the barrel of his massive throbbing meat cannon.
 
“That’s better. Phantom Thieves? Stopping me? Hah! Know your place, sluts.”
 
With that, the Shadow reaches out and grabs Ann and Makoto by their hair. He doesn’t even bother exposing them or removing their masks. Perhaps he already knows who they are. Or perhaps, more pointedly, he just simply doesn’t care. In the end they’re all just his toys. His fuck dolls. His sex slaves. And as he pushes their faces against either side of his engorged dong, Ann and Makoto prove that to be true by moaning throatily and beginning to lick and slurp at his cock, their pupils shifting into hearts as their nostrils flare and they breath in his heavenly musk.
 
Futaba, meanwhile, finds herself front and center as she watches her friends degrade themselves for their King and Master’s pleasure. Ann and Makoto even go so far as to unzip their leather catsuits, pulling down the zippers to expose their fronts and their breasts, grinding their crotches against the ground as they lick at Shadow Kamoshida’s cock like a pair of bitches in heat.
 
Not that she’s any better. Slowly, she also pulls down the zipper on her skintight bodysuit, wishing that she had more to reveal to her new King as she stares at the tip of his cock, which has begun to disgorge a serious amount of precum.
 
Part of her still tries to fight it. Part of her struggles not to give in. But seeing how good of a time Ann and Makoto are both having, Futaba can’t help herself. In the end, she leans forward and clamps her lips down upon her new Master’s massive cockhead of her own volition entirely. Her tongue goes wild upon his tip, swirling and slurping and lapping up his precum as Futaba shudders and her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
 
They don’t entirely though… because the entire time, she’s staring up into those glowing yellow eyes. Shadow Kamoshida grins down at her, his long tongue pulled back into his mouth and just his pearly white teeth on display now. He wasn’t anyone special… certainly not to Futaba. Maybe he had a place in Ann and Makoto’s lives as the villain, but before tonight Futaba didn’t even know who the fuck he was.
 
And yet here she was all the same. Kneeling before the King. Submitting to her Master. Letting him… letting him debase her. No, rather… he was debasing Ann and Makoto. For her, he wasn’t doing anything. He only had two hands after all. For Futaba, he was letting her debase HERSELF.
 
The last of the orange-haired recluse’s resistance falls away at that stark realization. With a gurgling moan, she begins to descend further and further down the King’s cock, taking more and more of his dick into her mouth until her lips are stretched obscenely wide and he’s starting to hit the back of her throat. Then… Futaba keeps going.
 
“Gluuuuuuughk! Huuuuuuuuulghk! Gaaaaaaaaaghk!”
 
She descends down his length further and further time and time again. Whenever she has to pull back, she forces herself to go down even faster, even further. Eventually, she reaches the point where she’s starting to run into Ann and Makoto’s lips on either side of their Master’s cock. The two other Phantom Thieves both give her dirty looks at that, though they can’t seem to bring themselves to let their mouths leave his dick long enough to reprimand her.
 
Instead they’re simply forced further and further back down the Shadow’s huge, impressive length as Futaba forces herself to take more and more of her King’s shaft down her tight little throat and into her gullet.
 
“Glughk! Gaghk! Hulghk!”
 
She gets faster. Better. More skilled. Of course, it’s all just a dream… none of it is real. What that means is that she doesn’t have to abide by human limitations. In the end, her throat is stretched to points that would have killed her in the real world. Her jaw should be shattered into a thousand pieces, but it remains intact. And though her upper chest bulges, she still manages to get all the way to the BASE of Shadow Kamoshida’s cock.
 
Ann and Makoto are finally forced off of his dick… but before either girl can protest, they’re instead shoved down below, forced to suckle at his balls while Futaba gags, gurgles, and chokes on his entire massive cock. The King of the Castle chuckles at this, as the three Phantom Thieves all kneel there with their skintight suits unzipped and their breasts on display, tears streaking down their faces from beneath their masks.
 
They submit to him, wholly and utterly, and for a time the only sounds in the throne room are of that submission. Gagging. Choking. Gurgling. Slurping. Suckling.
 
The trio gives their all to pleasuring their King and Master… until finally, at long last, the Shadow yanks Ann and Makoto back from his hefty ball sack and presses their cheeks into either side of Futaba’s face. He forces all three girls to lean back with this move, even as he extracts his cock from Futaba’s throat one last time.
 
Just as his cockhead pops free of her lips, leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue lolling out right alongside her fellow Phantom Thieves… the King of the Castle begins to cum. His seed explodes from his massive cockhead like a fucking firehose, only his hold on all of them keeping them from being blasted back. They’re still very much blasted though, their entire fronts all covered in a thick, sticky mess of his cum.
 
The three girls can only moan wantonly as he coats them from head to navel in his jizz. This right here… this is the final nail in the coffin. In this place, in Kamoshida’s Palace, being covered in his Shadow’s cum isn’t just humiliating… it’s permanently mind altering. There’s no escaping their fate anymore. This is who they all are now. Suguru Kamoshida’s personal little cum dumps. This is who they would ALWAYS be.
 
A bright, sunny smile spreads across Futaba’s face as both Ann and Makoto gleefully and wantonly turn on her, beginning to lick their Master’s seed right off of her face and chest. She was so much happier now. She didn’t care about finding out who killed her mother anymore. She didn’t care about her social anxiety anymore. She had a new purpose. A new reason for living. And he was right in front of her. Her King… her Master…
 
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“YES! HARDER COACH! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER, I NEED YOUR BIG FAT COOOOCK!!!”
 
It should be said… Suguru Kamoshida didn’t quite know what the fuck was going on. But at the same time, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Quite frankly, the egotistical man wasn’t really equipped for questioning a turn of good fortune. He was much too narcissistic to think that this could be some kind of trap… and fortunately for him, it wasn’t.
 
Even still, there was a sense of utter wonder and bafflement, even as he finally fucked Ann Takamaki from behind, bent over the desk in his office. Even as he yanks her head back by her bushy blonde pigtails and pounds every last inch of his big fat cock into the beautiful Volleyball Player, Kamoshida has no clue what he did that finally made her switch flip.
 
Until today, Ann had been… difficult to say the least. Easily the most difficult of all of his conquests. In fact, the way she’d been spurning him up until this point, Kamoshida had been considering getting back at her. He’d thought about taking revenge on her by grabbing her little friend Shiho Suzui and having his way with her. In fact, he might have done that today if not for this sudden one-eighty.
 
But no… in comparison to what he had in front of him now, Shiho Suzui was small potatoes. She just wasn’t worth his time. Because it wasn’t just Ann who’d shown up at his office door this morning… it was also Makoto Niijima, the Academy’s Student Council President. And one other girl who’d introduced herself as Futaba Sakura.
 
Kamoshida didn’t know this Futaba chick in the slightest, and as far as he was aware Makoto and Ann both hated his guts. And yet… here they were. He couldn’t exactly clarify why he knew… but he knew that all three girls understood their place underneath him now. Even Futaba, stranger that she was. They all knew that just like everyone else in Shujin Academy, they belonged to him. Heh, even visitors like this Futaba slut.
 
And now here they all were in his office. Ann was bent over his desk getting railed from behind and begging for his cock like she never had before. Makoto, meanwhile, was sitting on the other side of the desk with her feet up on the edge of the chair and her legs spread wide, showing off that she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt of her school uniform as she fingered herself to the sight. What a naughty little bitch.
 
And finally… Futaba was down between his and Ann’s legs, on licking duty as her tongue traces along his pistoning cock and Ann’s stuffed cunt. If the orange-haired girl was upset at being put on this duty, she hadn’t shown it. In fact, she tackled it with an enthusiasm and eagerness that made it seem like she was born to have his cock in her mouth.
 
Then again… she was. They all were. He was motherfucking Suguru Kamoshida. The Academy was his playground and the world was his oyster.
 
Grinning a shit-eating grin, Kamoshida groans as he closes in on his release, spurred on by multiple explosive orgasms from the once-reluctant Ann. As his balls churn and his cock pulsates, he leans forward over the young blonde Volleyball Player, pinning her to his desk and speaking directly into her ear.
 
“Gonna cum soon, Ann. Not wearing a condom. Could wind up knocking you up if I cum inside.”
 
She doesn’t even hesitate.
 
“I-If that’s what Coach wants! Do it! Knock me up! Breed me! Turn me into your own personal baby factoryyyyyy!!!”
 
Squealing at the top of her lungs, Ann cums again at the mere thought of being inseminated by her coach. Snickering, Kamoshida only considers it for another moment before grunting and letting loose. Sure if Ann gets knocked up he’ll have to replace her on the Volleyball Team, but while losing her will hurt, it’s not the end of the world. The male Volleyball Team is far more successful than the girl’s anyways. Mostly because the female Volleyball Team was more like Kamoshida’s own personal harem than an actual sports team of real athletes.
 
Ann Takamaki wouldn’t be the first girl who’s dreams Kamoshida ended with a baby. And she wouldn’t be the last either.
 
Grunting as he finishes filling her with his seed, the Volleyball Coach pulls out of Ann and looks down at Futaba, giving the nerdy-looking girl a sneer.
 
“Make sure she doesn’t drip all over my floor, bitch.”
 
“Y-Yes my King~”
 
He’s not sure why she’s so insistent on calling him her ‘King’ but Kamoshida doesn’t mind it. He certainly doesn’t mind how Futaba immediately turns and clamps her mouth down on Ann’s pussy, letting the slow seeping of his seed fall into her waiting maw instead of on the carpet of his office.
 
Meanwhile, Kamoshida circles around his desk to where the Student Council President is waiting for him. Makoto Niijima freezes up as he gets closer, her eyes wide with wonder and fixated on his big fat cock.
 
“You know Prez, you never gave me too much trouble… because the Principal always kept you in line. But I never got the impression you liked me all that much anyways.”
 
“I-I’m sorry if I gave off that impression, Master. I want to be your slave. I want to be your cock-gobbling fuck slut.”
 
Even to an egotistical narcissist of Kamoshida’s caliber, that was a surreal thing to hear from the Student Council President. And yet… it just makes him grin all the wider as he grabs her by the hair and pushes his cock into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to clean his dick of Ann’s juices for a moment. Only a moment though, because he’s not about to leave the submissive bitch unfucked for more than a moment longer, that’s for sure.
 
Pulling back out of her mouth, enjoying how she moans and her tongue follows his cock while her face turns red with arousal and desire, Kamoshida chuckles… and reaches down to grab Makoto’s ankles. He pulls the President’s legs up into the air, forcing her crotch to the edge of the chair. Then, he crouches down and lines up the head of his throbbing erection with her needy, hungry pussy lips.
 
A moment later he’s inside of her. Unlike the much more physically active Ann, Makoto actually has a proper virginity for him to tear his way through and rip to shreds. He groans in appreciation of her tight, formerly virgin cunt as Makoto squeaks like a stuck pig. Despite the discomfort she must have felt, her eyes nevertheless roll back in her head, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she shudders as she orgasms explosively on the spot.
 
Kamoshida just laughs and starts to fuck her, jackhammering down into her from above so hard that he makes the chair rock with the force of his thrusts. In response, the Student Council President makes the most hilarious expressions, her face constantly contorting into a new form of pleasure and ecstasy as he takes her with every last inch of his pulsing, throbbing dick.
 
His cock pistons in and out of her pussy hard and fast and in response, Makoto squeals and begs for more just like Ann did.
 
“P-Please! H-Harder! I need your cock, Master! I need it! So good… soooo goooood~”
 
Completely unbidden, of her own volition, the stupid slut even goes so far as to make peace signs with her hands, holding them up on either side of her face as Kamoshida eagerly violates her, fucking her tightening, clenching cunt just as hard as he did Ann’s.
 
Of course, the two girls are a little different in terms of body type. Ann is definitely more athletic, and her pussy was much tighter… at certain points it even felt like she was trying to push him out. By comparison, Makoto is soft. So very soft. And her poor pussy, while tight, doesn’t have any muscle to it. It couldn’t push out his throbbing cock even if it wanted to try.
 
Squelching noises fill the office alongside Makoto’s hearty squealing as she orgasms for him again and again. Anyone passing by would be able to hear her… but then, sounds of female pleasure coming from the Volleyball Coach’s office were nothing new, really. Kamoshida got off on forcing the young women he preyed upon to enjoy what he did to them. He got off on making them cum from his fingers or dick. After all, was it really assault if they enjoyed it?
 
Of course, where these three were concerned, there wasn’t an ounce of reluctance in the lot. Kamoshida was used to having to blackmail, coerce, and all around cajole his girls to get his way with them. Ann was one such long-term project that didn’t seem as though it would ever bear fruit. And yet… here they were. In the end, Ann had learned the truth. So had Makoto and Futaba. They belonged to him. They were his bitches just like all the others.
 
He doesn’t even bother doing the whole song and dance he did with Ann with Makoto too. He doesn’t bother asking her if she wants to risk it or not. He just does it like the King he is. If he’s her Master, then it’s his choice isn’t it? With a harsh groan, Kamoshida cums deep inside of the Student Council President, seeding Makoto just as he seeded Ann.
 
In response, Makoto’s eyes roll back in her head completely and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. He leans in and forces a kiss from her for a moment, dominating her mouth with his own… and then she pulls back, his cock slipping out of her cunt and her body flopping on the chair, splayed out in every direction.
 
For his part, Kamoshida circles back around his desk and sits down in his own chair, feeling like he’s sitting upon his throne. As he takes stock of the morning’s conquests, Futaba pulls back from Anna’s cunt, showing that the deluge of seed threatening to seep out of the blonde girl has finally stopped. Then, she turns around and looks at him with such adoration and devotion in her eyes that he doesn’t even stop her from climbing into his lap and impaling herself on his cock.
 
As her hands rest upon his shoulders and she slides down his length while straddling him, Futaba moans wantonly, throwing her head back in abject pleasure. As well she should, heh. He IS Suguru Kamoshida after all… every woman wanted to be with him. Every man wanted to be him. He was the most desirable partner in this damn school.
 
Even still, as he grabs Futaba by the hips and begins to thrust up into her from below, he can’t help but chuckle.
 
“I don’t even know who you are.”
 
It was true. He still had no clue who Futaba Sakura was. She’d just shown up with the other two girls and all three had been so eager to please that he’d gotten right down to fucking them, no questions asked. He knew her name and that was it. Futaba, meanwhile, moans at that, looking him in the eye.
 
“I’m yours, my King. I’m actually Medjed, otherwise known as the Hacker of Justice. But more recently I’ve been Oracle of the Phantom Thieves. Just as Ann is Panther of the Phantom Thieves and Makoto is Queen of the Phantom Thieves.”
 
Kamoshida’s eyes widen at that particular revelation. He had no idea. Smiling at him as she bounces up and down on his cock, Futaba moans.
 
“Y-You don’t have to worry, my King… we belong to you now. Fuck the Phantom Thieves. All that matters is carrying out your Will. If you want, I can use my abilities for your purposes. A good hack can help out a lot in the right ways. And between us, we’ll keep the other Phantom Thieves off of your back… or deliver them right into your hands if you so desire~”
 
Mewling and moaning, riding him harder and faster now, Futaba seems to be getting more and more excited.
 
“There are so many girls that I’d be happy to deliver into your hands, your Majesty. So many who deserve to learn what a pleasure it is to kneel at your feet. They belong to you, just like we do. I want to show them that. I want to show ALL of them who their true Master is~”
 
… Well, that was a lot. But all of it sounded pretty good to Kamoshida. Grinning wickedly, the Volleyball Coach reaches up and casually begins kneading one of Futaba’s tits, making the nerdy hacker moan as her pussy walls clench around his cock and she cums yet again for him.
 
“I like the sound of that, bitch. I like the sound of all of that. You’re going to be really useful to me, aren’t you?”
 
Nodding frantically as she shudders and quivers upon his throbbing shaft, Futaba just moans.
 
“Y-Yes Master… I can’t wait to be useful. I can’t wait to help you.”
 
She means every word too, Kamoshida can tell. As well she should. She and Ann and Makoto… they’re his now. His own personal pets. And while he might not know more than rumors concerning these ‘Phantom Thieves’, he still couldn’t wait to use them for his own ends. He couldn’t wait to make them his bitches.
 
With a loud groan, he cums deep inside of Futaba just as he did Ann and Makoto. He fills the orange-haired hacker with his seed, making her cry out quite happily in blissful ecstasy. And as she collapses forward onto his chest, Kamoshida doesn’t even mind the closeness. He just leans back in his office chair… his throne and smiles wickedly. Already planning the future.

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