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Liberatrix	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 4642 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3 of 3
It was dark at Master Fu’s apartment. The man was out of town, or so Tikki guessed from the small pile of mail on the floor beneath the mail slot. That was bad, in that Tikki would have liked to consult with him about Marinette’s problem. But it was also good, because for the task ahead, she would need his apartment more than she needed its owner.
Tikki had just turned on the hallway light when Plagg phased through the door—late, as usual.
“Plagg,” she said neutrally.
“Sugar Cube,” Plagg replied just as flatly.
“We have a problem,” Tikki said. “One that’s affecting our heroes and us.”
“Yeah,” Plagg replied. “If I had to guess, it’s probably the magic that the Little Match Girl-”
“Miss Match,” Tikki corrected.
“Whatever. The magic she used to make the kids’ costumes disappear.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right,” Tikki agreed grudgingly. “When Marinette and Adrien transform, we generate their costumes through their Miraculous, and we stay connected to them until the heroes transform back. So any magic that affects the costumes affects us, too.”
“Yeah, but Miss Match is gone, finito, de-akumatized,” Plagg replied. “And Ladybug put everything back to normal afterwards. How could anything Miss Match did be affecting us or the kids now?”
“I don’t know,” Tikki said. “But…maybe it’s not.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, not directly. Maybe it’s more like what happened with Miss Match triggered some other problem. Or made that problem worse.”
“This is all pretty vague, Sugar Cube. What are we supposed to do?”
Tikki took a breath. “I think part of the problem is that the kids had their first sexual experience together, but now they can’t remember it. Miss Match might have made them do it, but it was still wonderful and special for them. And now, they want to feel that way again, but they don’t even have their memories to help them do that. It’s like being hungry but not knowing that hunger means you need to eat.”
“Well,” Plagg replied, “we can’t just throw the kids in a room and tell them to go at it. They’d have to take their costumes off, and then they’d know each other’s secret identities.”
Tikki sighed. “Well, I have an idea about that. But…it might not be easy to get the kids to go along with it.”
Plagg’s ears perked up. “Oh yeah? Tell me more.”
***
In the locker room at Dupont, what had begun as risqué fun and games had evolved into a full-blown orgy. Mylène was on all fours on a towel spread out on the floor, buck naked and crying out with pleasure as the well-hung Ivan plowed her from behind.
“Oh God!” Mylène shouted, her tits swinging beneath her from the power of her boyfriend’s fucking. “Oh God yes! Fuck me, Ivan, fuck me!”
Alix and Jean had already reached one orgasm, but it hadn’t even taken the edge off. Now, the two naked teens wrestled on the floor, with Jean trying to force Alix onto her hands and knees to take her from behind while Alix attempted to pin Jean down on his back so she could mount him cowgirl style.
“Gonna…fuck you…in…the ass…” Jean grunted as he tried to force Alix to turn over.
“I’m gonna…ride you…like a…donkey…” Alix growled in reply, grabbing Jean around the waist, “and you’re…gonna…beg…for more…”
Babette had both hands on one of the lockers while Max slowly pumped her from behind. Both of them had their eyes closed and were moaning softly and repeatedly.
Nathaniel sat astride one of the benches with Juleka moving up and down on his lap, facing away from him. Rose stood on the bench in front of Juleka, which put her small breasts in front of the much taller Juleka’s face. Juleka sucked Rose’s pale-pink nipples and played with Rose’s clit even as Juleka slow-fucked herself on Nathaniel’s cock.
And in one corner, Chloé sat on a bench with her pale legs spread wide while a kneeling Sabrina ate out her best friend’s neatly groomed blonde muff. Kim was behind Sabrina, holding the girl’s faintly freckled ass and slowly pumping her doggystyle.
“Ohhh, yes,” Chloé moaned, twining her fingers in Sabrina’s red hair. “Yes, don’t stop…and do my asshole next…”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sabrina panted eagerly, then resumed licking Chloé’s sweet honeypot.
Nino and Alya were fully nude now. Alya still had her back against a locker, and one of her legs was wrapped around Nino’s waist. They gazed into each other’s eyes, breathing hard even though they were fucking only slowly.
“Alya,” Nino breathed, “this is the best thing ever.”
“The very best,” Alya murmured.
Caline Bustier, meanwhile, was delighted. She had always wanted to have a threesome with two men, even though she’d never admitted it to anyone, not even her boyfriend. And this threesome was turning out to be everything she’d hoped for. The beautiful redhead was naked in the springtime sun and sitting on the shared lap of Fred Haprèle and Armand D’Argencourt, with Fred’s cock in her pussy and Armand’s member up her ass. All three of them moaned in unison as Caline moved slowly up and down.
Fred was enjoying both the sweet snugness of Caline’s pussy and the sight of her small but perfectly formed breasts with their light-pink nipples as they moved up and down in front of his face. In addition to the sounds of pleasure that the three adults were making, Fred could hear moans and shouts coming from the boys’ locker room, and he recognized his daughter Mylène’s voice among them. Under other circumstances, this might have upset him, but right now he was simply happy to know that his little girl was enjoying herself as much as he was.
“Faster,” Caline moaned. “Fuck me faster…please…”
“Your noble steeds,” Armand replied, “shall hasten their pace from a trot to a gallop! Tally ho!” Then Caline went from merely moving up and down to bouncing on the two men’s laps as they fucked her with greater gusto.
***
“What are we doing here, Tikki?” Marinette asked. “Master Fu is out of town. Otherwise, I would have come to see him right after my Lucky Charm failed.”
“Marinette,” Tikki said, “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Of course,” the girl replied. “I’d trust you with my life.”
“Then listen to me very carefully,” the kwami said. “You need to go into the next room. It’s going to be completely dark inside, but don’t worry about that. The important thing is that once you’re in there, you mustn’t talk at all.”
“Okay.”
“There’s going to be someone in there with you. A boy. Don’t speak to him. He won’t speak to you, either. Just…find him.”
“Find him without talking to him? What, like, with my hands?”
“Yes.”
“Tikki, this is weird. Really weird.”
“All right,” Marinette said. “What do I do when I find the boy?”
“Actually, there’s something you need to do before you find him. Before you go in the room, even.”
“What’s that?” Marinette asked.
Tikki swallowed. “You need to take off your clothes.”
Marinette stared at Tikki, speechless.
“Please, Marinette,” Tikki said. “It’s very, very important that you do this.”
“Why? What is this supposed to accomplish?”
“Getting your Lucky Charm working again, for one thing.”
Marinette exhaled. Getting her signature powers back was of the utmost importance if she was going to defeat Liberatrix and undo the damage the villain had done. Not to mention stopping every villain Ladybug would have to face in the future.
Now it was Marinette’s turn to swallow. “All right. But…you haven’t told me what to do when I find the boy.”
“You’ll know. Now, you’d better get undressed and go in.”
***
“It’s gonna be pitch dark in there,” Plagg said to Adrien, “but don’t go looking for a light switch. And don’t turn into Cat Noir to use your night vision. It’s kinda important that you not be able to see anything.”
“Why?”
“Some secrets need to be kept secret. You know that as well as anybody.”
Adrien sighed. “Yeah, I do.”
“Which is also why you can’t talk when you’re in there. Not even when you find the girl.”
“What girl?”
“Secrets, remember? Now just take off your clothes and get in there.”
“Wait, take off my clothes?”
***
Per Tikki’s instructions, Marinette entered the room with her eyes closed. Only when she had shut the door behind her did she open them—not that there was much point, because the inside of the room was pitch dark.
She shuffled forward slowly and carefully, not wanting to stub her toe or bang her shin on something. Then, after a few steps, she stopped and listened. She could hear someone else moving, shuffling cautiously like she had been. She could hear their breathing, too.
That must be the boy, she thought. But who is it?
She was almost dying to say it instead of merely thinking it. Then she took a breath and centered herself.
No, I’m not supposed to know. I just need to keep going.
Marinette heard him move closer. She steeled herself and took a step toward him, too.
Then she reached out and found…someone’s chest. Yes, that was what it was. Bare, and flat, and mostly smooth, with just a little soft, wispy hair. A boy’s chest.
A…a nice one, Marinette thought, and a warmth began to spread over her skin.
Who could that be? Adrien thought. Her hands are so soft…
It wasn’t Ladybug, was it? He would know the fabric of her costume by feel alone, but this girl wasn’t wearing Ladybug’s gloves. In fact, she probably wasn’t wearing anything at all.
That thought caused a stirring in his groin. Almost without thought, he moved closer to the girl. Close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, her body heat on his skin.
His hand found her chin. And then, his lips found hers.
Marinette couldn’t help herself. Here she was, utterly naked and kissing a stranger in a dark room, but even though the situation was completely insane, she didn’t want to stop. All she wanted was more.
Against the back of her thigh, she felt something soft—the edge of a bed. So she lay back on the bed and pulled the boy down with her.
The boy, now lying to one side of her, moved his head down to kiss her small breasts. Every touch of his lips on her nipples gave her a little jolt of pleasure. And then, when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck it gently, the jolts merged into a continuous rolling wave.
But after only a few seconds of that, Marinette wanted even more. Much more. So she put her hands on the boy’s face and guided it back up to hers. Then she gently pulled him close to her and rolled onto her back, inviting him to come with her. The boy seemed to understand and moved on top of her, and then she felt what could only be his penis, hard and long and hot against her thigh. Driven by instinct, she opened her legs. She didn’t just need him on her; she needed him in her.
Adrien, also guided by instinct, pushed inside her, and they both moaned. The sensation of the girl’s tight love channel was beyond exquisite—better than anything Adrien had imagined in his adolescent sexual fantasies.
***
By this time, the action in the locker room had become even more extreme. Nino lay on the floor, smiling breathlessly up at Alya as the bronze-skinned girl rode his cock. She fondled her own breasts and rubbed her hard brown nipples with her thumbs—partly because it felt good, and partly because she knew Nino was a voyeur at heart.
Mylène was lying on one of the benches. She rubbed her clit and grinned up at Ivan, who was standing astride her chest and sliding his cock back and forth between her breasts. Horniness having overwhelmed her usual tentativeness, the girl was egging her boyfriend on: “That’s it, big boy, fuck Mama’s titties. I want your next load all over my face.”
Near Mylène, Alix lay on a towel on the floor. She and Jean had wrestled each other into a compromise position between the cowgirl Alix had wanted and the doggystyle assfuck Jean had been trying for. Now, the small, athletic girl was lying on her back and had folded her legs up such that her ankles were on either side of her head, enabling Jean to fuck her in the ass while never taking his eyes off her face as they both moaned with pleasure.
“Ohhhh, Alix,” Jean breathed. “You dirty little bitch…You’re so tight…It’s so good…”
“Don’t stop…you motherfucker…” Alix panted. “Don’t you dare stop…fucking my ass…”
Max was still fucking Babette from behind against the lockers, but their pace had sped up considerably. Now, the boy’s hips were slapping loudly against Babette’s pale ass, and both of them were grunting with the effort.
On a towel-strewn section of floor, Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel were lying on their sides, forming a rough triangle. Nathaniel ate Rose’s blonde pussy, Rose’s face was buried in Juleka’s black-haired muff, and Juleka was sucking Nathaniel’s cock, her slim lips sliding artfully up and down it.
Sabrina was now on all fours on a towel. Chloé was bent over a bench, and Sabrina was eating the blonde girl’s asshole from behind while Kim, in turn, fucked Sabrina from behind at a more vigorous pace than before. That is, until he took a break from pumping Sabrina’s red-haired pussy to lean down and whisper something in Sabrina’s ear. The girl’s head snapped up from between Chloé’s asscheeks, and Sabrina grinned naughtily.
“Sabrina, what are you doing back there?” Chloé demanded. “Keep that mousy face buried in my ass!”
“Don’t worry, Chloé,” Sabrina said, stifling a giggle as Kim got into position. “You’re about to have something buried nice and deep in your ass.”
“What are you talking ab- AaaAAAAAH!” Chloé cried as Kim began sinking his cock into the girl’s spit-slicked hole.
“Oh, yeah, she’s so tight!” Kim shouted, pushing in to the balls.
Sabrina came around in front of Chloé, who was shouting, “Hey! Get that thing out of my- MMMPH!”
Chloé was cut off when Sabrina seized the haughty blonde girl’s face and kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth. Chloé made a few noises of protest, but within moments, she was kissing Sabrina just as passionately as the bespectacled redhead was kissing her. Kim, grinning, started to pump Chloé’s little pink hole, and Chloé moaned into Sabrina’s mouth.
Outside, Caline was screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as she rode Fred and Armand’s cocks at a gallop. “Cum inside me! Both of you, cum inside me!”
“Ah…ah…AAAAAAH!” Fred cried, shooting cum up into Caline’s pussy.
“GyyAAAAAH!” Armand shouted, firing a geyser of hot seed up the redheaded teacher’s ass.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Caline cried, and both of her holes seized the cocks inside her powerfully as she came.
***
Adrien was pumping the girl slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness around him, the softness of her skin against his, the sweet scent of her, the way she moved with him, the sound of her breath in his ear. He didn’t know who the girl was, but being with her like this didn’t just feel good—it felt right.
Marinette didn’t know how, but she knew this boy. What was more, she had done this very thing with him before. When or how, she didn’t know.
And then, suddenly, she did know. During those mysterious missing minutes on the day when Ladybug and Cat Noir had fallen under Miss Match’s love spell, this was what she’d been doing: making love with this boy. A boy whose scent and taste and touch were like those of Adrien, and Cat Noir, too, somehow. A boy who was neither and both.
That was good enough for Marinette. She would take Adrien in any form. And if Cat Noir—her trusted friend and devoted partner—was part of it somehow, that was fine by her.
The thought made her desire for the mystery boy flare brighter. She started moving faster against him, wanting more of him. The boy seemed happy to reciprocate, and soon, the two of them were moaning nonstop.
***
Plagg emerged through the wall from the bedroom into the hallway.
“Remind me why I have to be the one spying on the kids,” he said to Tikki.
“Because you’re the one who can see in the dark,” Tikki replied. “How’s it going in there?”
“It’s working,” Plagg said. “The kids are making sweet, sweet love. It’s…a little pukesome.”
“Plagg, don’t be like that. I’m very happy to know things are going well. I’ve been so worried about Marinette.”
“From what I hear, you worry about her too much.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re always doing things for her. Things no self-respecting kwami would do. I mean, helping her with her math homework? Gross.”
“Marinette helps everyone as Ladybug,” Tikki retorted. “Being a hero interferes with her schoolwork, her family life, even her dreams of becoming a fashion designer. The least I can do is help her with those things when I can. While you never lift a paw to help your hero.”
“Oh please, Sugar Cube. Adrien doesn’t need me to work myself to death for him like you do for Marinette. You do remember that we’re not actually immortal, right?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You literally worked yourself sick helping Marinette with every little thing,” Plagg retorted. “Really sick! Sicker than you told Marinette, I’ll bet.”
“Well, sure, maybe, but I got better, and-”
“You could have died!” Plagg shouted, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
“Plagg…” Tikki whispered.
“And then…” Plagg choked, “and then what would I do? What’s the power of destruction without the power of creation to balance it out? What…” he sniffed “…What am I without you?”
“Oh, Plagg…” Tikki murmured. Then she floated up to Plagg and took his hands in hers.
“You’re right,” she confessed. “I’ve been so focused on taking care of Marinette that I haven’t been taking care of myself. And now, I understand why.”
She leaned her forehead against his and said, “We’ve been apart too long. We’ve lost our balance. And because of that, Adrien and Marinette have lost it, too.”
“You’re right,” Plagg said, sniffling. “It wasn’t just Miss Match who messed up their heads; it was us, too. We’re both completely out of whack.”
“I guess this was always going to happen,” Tikki said. “Miss Match only made it happen sooner.”
Plagg wiped away his tears and looked at Tikki. “Let’s…Let’s get our balance back.”
Tikki smiled at him earnestly and said, “Yes.”
Still holding hands, they floated through the wall, into the pitch-dark room. Then, gently, they kissed.
***
Adrien and the mystery girl were going at it like mad now. There was nothing in the boy’s mind but this—being with this girl and touching her and smelling her and fucking her.
Now, he felt his climax approaching. And even though he had been told not to speak, he couldn’t help but make some kind of sound as pleasure began to overwhelm him.
“Aaahhhh,” he moaned. “Aaaah! AaaaAAAAH!”
Marinette, feeling the boy’s hot seed pumping into her, couldn’t hold out a second longer. She screamed “AAAAAAAAIIIIII!” and clutched the boy to her with all her might.
Soon, the boy rolled off of her, and then Marinette was holding hands with her unseen lover, utterly at peace. She couldn’t see a thing in the pitch darkness, but that was okay. All of this was right; she knew that for sure.
And then she saw something. At first, she thought it was just an illusion created by her own eyes—a blob of fluid moving around on her eyeball, perhaps. But a blob of fluid wouldn’t be perfectly circular like the thing that floated somewhere above her head.
It was rotating slowly. Part of it was black, barely distinguishable from the darkness of the room. The other part of it was red. The two halves swirled like a pair of tadpoles embracing head to tail.
Adrien recognized it instantly: the symbol of yin and yang, save that half of it was red instead of white. But one feature was missing—until, as Adrien watched, a little circle of black appeared in the red, and a little circle of red in the black.
It’s beautiful, he thought.
***
In the locker room, Max and Babette were fucking like wild jackrabbits.
“Oh God Max!” Babette cried. “I’m gonna…AAAAH!”
“YAAAH!” Max cried, shooting his load inside her.
“Mylène,” Ivan grunted, fucking the girl’s tits fast while she rubbed her clit like mad. “I’m…about…to…NNNNGH!”
Mylène opened her mouth to catch as much of Ivan’s cum as she could, and then she was crying out with her own orgasm.
“Ah!” shouted Jean, who was fucking the panting Alix’s asshole hard and fast. “Aaaah! AAAH!”
He fired cum up into Alix, and the feel of the gushing hot seed in her ass made Alix cry out “AAAAIIIAAAH!” as she came along with Jean.
The sounds of so many of their classmates cumming had Alya riding Nino hard, her thighs slapping against his as she bounced crazily on top of him. She and Nino shouted in unison as they climaxed together.
Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel had increased the intensity of their three-way oral activity. Nathaniel was sucking Rose’s clit like he needed it to live, Rose was tongue-fucking Juleka’s pussy like mad, and Juleka was bobbing her head vigorously on Nathaniel’s cock.
“Mmmmph!” Juleka cried around Nathaniel’s member as orgasm overtook her. “MMMMMPH!”
She came so hard that she slicked Rose’s face with her natural lube. This triggered Rose, who seized Nathaniel’s head between her slim thighs as she came. Then Nathaniel made a muffled shout and fired gouts of cum into Juleka’s mouth. The girl swallowed it hungrily.
Sabrina was on the floor with her legs wide open, vigorously finger-fucking her own pussy and asshole as she watched Kim pound Chloé’s ass hard and fast. The blonde girl was screaming so loudly that Kim thought maybe he was really hurting her. So even though he was getting close to cumming, he stopped his thrusts. But before he could ask Chloé if she was okay, she whipped her head around and glared at him.
“Don’t you dare stop fucking my asshole, you numbskull!” Chloé shouted. “Plowing the ass of Chloé Bourgeois is a privilege, and you’d better show your appreciation by pumping me full of cum!”
“If you insist,” Kim rasped lustily, and resumed vigorously pumping Chloé’s little pink hole.
It only took another ten seconds of hard pumping before Kim shouted “Aaaaagh!” and shot his load deep into Chloé’s ass. Chloé shrieked like a banshee as she came, too, and the sound of her climax set Sabrina off, as well.
***
Marinette had just cleaned herself up in a bathroom near the dark bedroom. Now, she was fully dressed and was on the roof of the building with Tikki.
“Do you think it helped, Marinette?”
“I don’t know for sure, Tikki, but I feel different. More…centered. Plus, I haven’t pictured Adrien naked in the last ten minutes. But,” she added firmly, “I guess there’s really only one way to know for sure. Tikki, spots on!”
***
Cat Noir didn’t have much trouble finding Liberatrix. All he had to do was use the screen inside his staff to check TVi News; Liberatrix’s attacks on the city were pretty much the only thing they were covering.
Just as he expected, Ladybug soon landed on the rooftop where Cat Noir had arrived. Now, they were looking down at the Champs-Élysées, where Liberatrix hovered above the huge traffic circle as she zapped pedestrians and motorists with her scepter. Traffic had come to a standstill as people had sex in and on cars and against streetlights.
“Ready to take another crack at this, Cat?” she asked.
“Ready, willing, and able, M’lady!” Cat Noir replied. At least, I hope I’m able, he thought.
Ladybug grappled down and landed on top of the Arc de Triomphe in the middle of the traffic circle. Cat Noir landed beside her.
“Oh, good, you’re back,” Liberatrix said. “Have you finally realized that it’s time you were liberated?”
I’m about to either look like a badass or make a total fool of myself, Ladybug thought. Well, here goes nothing.
“With half the people in Paris getting lucky,” Ladybug replied, “I think it’s time for…Lucky Charm!”
Ladybug hurled her yo-yo into the air. Then she shouted a triumphant “Ah-ha!” as a swarming mass of magical energy formed above her.
“No!” Hawk Moth shouted. “She has her full powers back! Be careful, Liberatrix; this means Cat Noir will have his Cataclysm, too. Protect your scepter!”
As always, the energy swarm coalesced into a single object, which fell from the sky. Ladybug caught the object and looked at it.
“A frisbee?”
She looked around, and her Lucky Charm vision flashed on Cat Noir, the lower level of a painter’s scaffold in front of a building across the street, where a couple of open paint cans sat, and another, unopened can of paint on a ledge high above. The two painters themselves had abandoned the scaffold—and their clothes—and were fucking against a chimney on the roof.
“Ohhh, this is an easy one,” Ladybug said. “Cat Noir, get Liberatrix close to that scaffold!”
“You got it, M’lady!” the black-clad superhero replied.
With his staff, Cat Noir launched himself in an arc and landed on the scaffold, about halfway up.
“Hey, Liberatrix!” he shouted. Giving her a come-hither gesture with his arms, he called, “How about you come give this kitty some of your special brand of lovin’?”
Liberatrix remembered Hawk Moth’s warning and shoved her scepter through her belt behind her back. But she knew this was her last chance to take out Cat Noir before Ladybug brought her Lucky Charm into play. So Liberatrix flew like a golden streak at Cat Noir, planning to attack him with her fists and sheer velocity.
With superhuman precision, Ladybug whipped the frisbee at a steep upward angle and knocked the paint can from the high ledge. It fell five stories and struck the unsecured platform above Cat Noir’s head, causing the platform to tilt forward violently and hurl the contents of the open paint cans on top of it at Liberatrix. The paint struck her like a sky-blue wave.
“Aaagh!” she screamed, putting her hands to her paint-covered face as she spun awkwardly in the air. “I can’t see!”
The moment Liberatrix’s back was turned to Cat Noir, he shouted “Cataclysm!”, leaped at her, and raked the scepter with his claws. The scepter crumbled to ash, and the glowing black butterfly inside flew free. Then Cat Noir caught Liberatrix around the waist and landed her safely on the ground as she de-transformed into Anne Marchand.
“NO!” Hawk Moth shouted. Then his window irised closed, and he stalked away in frustration.
“No more evildoing for you, little akuma,” Ladybug said, opening her yo-yo’s glowing-white purification chamber and then spinning the weapon in rapid circles. “Time to de-evilize!”
She threw the yo-yo upward. The spotted weapon snapped shut around the akuma and then flew back into Ladybug’s hand as she shouted, “Gotcha!” Then she ran her finger down the center of the yo-yo and released the now-white butterfly within.
“Bye-bye, little butterfly,” she said, watching it go.
She looked around for a moment. Everywhere, there were partly or fully naked people cavorting in the park, splashing in the fountains, or having sex on benches, the hoods of parked cars, the stoops of buildings, or wherever was handy.
I’m almost going to miss this, she thought. Then she threw the frisbee into the air and shouted, “Miraculous Ladybug!”
The ladybug-like motes of energy flew in swarms around the city. People who had been frolicking naked found themselves fully dressed and trying to figure out why they’d been acting so crazily.
***
“Why are we in the boys’ locker room?” Rose cried, putting her hands over her eyes. All of the kids were suddenly clean and dressed—or, at least, as dressed as they had been before Liberatrix zapped them.
Ivan, who had found himself as pantsless as he’d been when the girls arrived, shouted, “I don’t know, but get out!” The girls stampeded out the door.
***
Anne Marchand’s face was downcast as she got off the bus in front of the museum. On top of her sadness over the museum’s forcible closure, she felt guilty and weak for having fallen prey to Hawk Moth. The only reason she had come back here instead of holing up in her apartment and eating ice cream in the dark was to intercept anyone who was still coming for the gala.
So Anne was surprised to see a group of workmen—carpenters, painters, and masons, from the looks of them—in front of the museum.
“Ms. Marchand?” their foreman said.
“Yes?”
“We’re here to shift your front steps, widen your main door, and cut, paint, and hang a new sign. If we get started now, your building will be fully compliant with city ordinances by the time your fundraiser starts.”
“I’m sorry,” Anne said, “but the fundraiser is canceled. And the museum can’t afford any of that work.”
“The work is already paid for,” a woman’s voice said.
Anne turned her head and saw Madeline Beauchamp standing by the door of her silver sedan.
“I took the liberty,” Mrs. Beauchamp continued, “of having my personal secretary contact your guests and alert them that the gala is to go forward. With an apology on my behalf.”
“I…I don’t understand,” Anne said.
Mrs. Beauchamp took a cardboard box out of the passenger seat of her car and brought it to Anne, who looked in its open top. The box was full of the rare erotic books and magazines from the hidden stash that Liberatrix had uncovered at Mrs. Beauchamp’s house.
“If these items of his would be of value to your museum,” the older woman said, “I am glad to donate them.”
“Thank you,” Anne replied, accepting the box from her. “But…what made you change your mind?”
“It seems I didn’t know my late husband as well as I thought,” Mrs. Beauchamp said. “And if I was so wrong about him, then perhaps I’ve been wrong about other things, too.”
Getting back into her car, she finished, “Have a good evening, Ms. Marchand. And good luck with your museum.”
***
“That was pretty crazy” a towel-clad Adrien said to Plagg. Adrien had arrived home several minutes ago and transformed back, but he’d felt like showering before he did anything else—like head back to school. “But am I ever going to know who that amazing girl was?”
“Someday,” Plagg replied.
“Well, it’s sure nice to have my Cataclysm back,” Adrien said. “I guess I owe you some Camembert.” With a slight grimace, he added, “Even if it does stink.”
“You know,” Plagg said, “I’m, uh, actually getting a little bored of Camembert. I think I’ll switch to gruyère for a while.”
“Really?” Adrien replied. “Gruyère hardly smells like anything.”
“I know,” Plagg sighed. “And, uh, maybe I could help you with your homework tonight.”
“Wow,” Adrien said. “How come you’re being nice to me all of a sudden?”
“I…found a little balance.”
***
Marinette de-transformed and returned to her room. Then Tikki, in between bites of a macaron, explained that she couldn’t tell Marinette everything about what had happened with Miss Match, but she could confirm that Marinette had indeed been with that special boy once before.
“And I know,” the red kwami went on, “that what happened at Master Fu’s probably wasn’t what you imagined your first time having sex—or at least the first time you can remember—to be like, but-”
“It’s okay, Tikki,” Marinette interrupted. “Every girl wants it to be special, and honestly, this was special. I mean, I might have forgotten my first time, but I’m definitely never going to forget this time.”
“No, you won’t,’’ Tikki replied. “And that’s a very good thing.” Then she sighed, sounding a bit weary.
“Marinette, could you bring me a couple more cookies and then just let me rest for a while?” the spotted kwami asked. “I think I need a little ‘me time.’”
“Of course, Tikki,” Marinette replied. “You’re always helping me; you deserve some time for yourself, too.”
She got down on her knees to be at eye level with the supine kwami as she added, “I probably don’t say this enough, but I’m really grateful to you. Not just for helping me protect Paris, but for being my friend.”
“I’m very glad to be your friend, Marinette.”
Marinette stood up. “So, do you want chocolate chip, or another strawberry macaron?”
“One of each, please.”
“You got it.” Then she looked at the time on her phone. “Then I’d better get back to school!”
***
In the courtyard at Dupont, the kids in Ms. Bustier’s class had gathered around a tree. Their red-haired teacher, looking a bit flushed, had granted them a few extra minutes to collect themselves before going to class. And during that time, they began to remember what they had done under Liberatrix’s influence
“Can I be honest with you guys?” Kim said.
Everyone looked at him and nodded. Being real with people wasn’t usually Kim’s thing.
“I…I miss Liberatrix,” he said. “I mean, I know she was an akuma villain and was just sent to cause trouble or whatever, but it was…you know…”
“…really fun trouble,” Juleka finished. Eyebrows rose again, as Juleka wasn’t much of a talker.
Ivan turned to Mylène.
“Most of the time,” he said, “after the villain gets defeated, we just act like nothing ever happened. But this time…I don’t want to.”
Mylène reached up and put her hand on Ivan’s face. “Me neither,” she said
Alya turned to Nino. “I don’t want to stop doing the things we did together.”
“No way,” Nino agreed.
Nathaniel looked at Juleka and Rose, who were gazing meaningfully into each other’s eyes.
“Those two are really into each other, aren’t they?” Alix said, scooting up next to Nathaniel.
“Yeah," Nathaniel replied. “And I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“I know what you mean,” Alix said. “I’m pretty sure Jean is into Aurore Boréale. As much fun as doing him was, I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
Nathaniel sighed. “Then I guess we’ll have to find true love on our own.”
“Yeah,” Alix replied. Then, with a naughty smile, she added, “But in the meantime, you wanna be fuck buddies?”
Nathaniel smiled back. “That’ll work.”
Kim and Sabrina took each other’s hands. Then they both looked at Chloé.
“I suppose,” the blonde girl said haughtily, “I could let you two keep trying to please me.”
The other kids laughed, making Chloé scowl. Then they all headed off to class.
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