Mithridatism - 1/??
anonymous
April 28 2010, 01:23:58 UTC
The informant looms over his assistant with the menacing glee of a child about to squash a bug, scrutinizing her, searching for some hint of terror before sending her to her inevitable end. If she could, she'd slap that creepy expression off his face, but two girls keep her plastered to the desk.
"Iza-nii, she's struggling!"
"Stay...still."
The boxcutter digs into her neck as Mairu giggles. On the opposite side, she can feel Kururi's breath on her cheek, her full breasts pressing into her shoulder.
"What did you bribe them with?" Namie seethes through gritted teeth, hot venom bubbling in her icy tone.
"I'm hurt. You don't believe my dear little sisters would help me out of the kindness of their own hearts? When they heard about your...ah, how should I put it? 'tragic condition,' they took it upon themselves to assist me."
She's used to his expertly delivered monologues and lies now, and knows better than to believe even a syllable, especially when she knows the girls would happily shove their older brother in front of a garbage truck.
"...What is he offering you?"
"The raw footage of Hanejima Yuuhei's new movie. We have to see it."
"Iza-nii's watching it too..."
"Hm. Bribing your own siblings might be a new low; even for you, Orihara Izaya."
He ignores the comment, accustomed to her verbal barbs and far more interested in what she hid under her clothes. Capturing her ankles with one hand, he tugs her skirt down with the other in one disturbingly swift motion.
There's an appreciative "Ooh~" from all three siblings at what lies underneath: The bare wisp of black lace strung together with satin ribbon seems more like the illusion of clothing rather than an actual garment, revealing more than it concealed.
"Alright, let's see the top."
Cold air rushes against her skin as the twins yank the sweater up, exposing a coordinating bra.
"Iza-nii, are you sure she's a virgin?" Mairu asks, giving the older woman's breast a playful squeeze. "These sure don't look like the undies of an innocent maiden to me."
"Naughty."
He chuckles at their naivete, clicking his tongue as he waggles a finger.
"Don't be fooled by their appearance. This isn't the underwear of a woman having sex, but one hoping to have sex. After all, a lady has to be prepared for when the indifferent little brother she so desperately longs for has a change of heart, right? She's saving himself for him. Although at this point, it's more like going to waste because of him."
"I'm not going to bother with someone I'm not in love with. The same way I'm not going to bother explaining true love to someone like you."
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to ask you to show me instead?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You're beyond help in that department."
"It doesn't matter. Sex and Love aren't mutually exclusive, as we all know. Well, everyone here except for you."
"Without love, sex is just mutual masturbation. Of course, that's assuming you're even capable of getting the other person off."
Her lips curve in warped satisfaction as the twins giggle at her verbal jab, but the smile fades quickly at the sight of his far more devious grin.
Mithridatism - 2/?? -- and by "mutually exclusive" I meant "directly related," whoops, I R SMRT.
anonymous
April 28 2010, 02:21:12 UTC
Wrenching her legs apart, he glides between them to press his cheek against her torso. It's warm, softer than she expects it to be, and if the person leaning against her had been Seiji, she's sure she'd enjoy it. Before she can dwell on the thought any longer, he charts a course down her body. There's a feather light kiss one moment, a harsh bite the next, making her unable to predict, to prepare herself for one or the other. The nips grow in intensity, break the skin, marring the pale landscape of flesh with red.
He looks up at her seductively, his teeth closing around one of the ribbons of her panties. Her heart drops to the pit of her stomach as she feels the fabric give way, sliding down her leg in agonizing slowness, and she hopes, prays to any deity who'd hear her mental cries, that this is just another one of his sick jokes. Then he'd cackle like the twisted bastard he is and make her feel so idiotic and small for being played by him. She'd gladly take that blow to her pride, unpleasant as it'd be; that's something she knew how to react to, unlike the feeling of his tongue tracing lazy circles up her inner thigh.
Just as she thinks to close her legs, they're lifted up and open by the twins. Their older brother nods at them approvingly and dips his head to the juncture of her thighs. He teases the sensitive nub at her entrance with the very tip of his tongue, swirling it around in ways that set every nerve ending in her body ablaze. She understands what's happening in the most clinical sense: the increase in heart rate, the rise in blood pressure, the length of time between breaths shortening to milliseconds.
They're all just physiological reactions, occurring in spite of her hatred for him. In her eyes (although she's certain she'd be hard pressed to find someone who'd disagree), he's a childish brat, a selfish asshole; someone who gets his jollies from messing with people and earns money by spreading gossip. By the same token, she finds him terrifyingly brilliant, knowing how to apply his knowledge in ways that inspire fear and even grudging admiration and jealousy.
The feeling he currently inspires is far more base; makes her roll her hips into his attentive mouth, driving his tongue further into her slit. A small whimper of protest escapes as he draws back, causing her to flush in embarrassment. The color deepens at the sound of the girls' laughter and the informant languidly sucking on his own finger before easing it inside her.
"You're so tight," he notes aloud, the words sounding less like a cliche than they ought to.
Mithridatism - 3/??
anonymous
April 28 2010, 02:22:45 UTC
The only answer she receives is a slim digit joining the other and his lips enveloping her clit. Even the disturbing thought of how many girls he must have practiced on to get this good can't deter her from wanting more. She's dripping wet, and she hates to admit that he does a better job at touching herself than she does. Every lick, suck and stroke sends waves of pleasure through her body, and it's only a matter of minutes before she comes, tightening around his deft fingers.
He stands up, running his tongue over his lips as he admires his handiwork. Kururi moves in to kiss him, while Mairu sucks on the fingers that were just inside her seconds before. There's something completely lewd about the scene, and Namie knows she should feel disgusted, but for some horrible, inexplicable reason, she only feels more aroused. Sensing her frustration, he returns the fingers to her slit, while he undoes his pants with his free hand.
Her eyes go wide as saucers as he exposes himself. She's seen the male genitalia before, but from a purely academic, clinical standpoint. All her knowledge of biological functions can't help her now, reduced to a silly little girl at the sight of a man's hard-on.
"Now then, I think it's time you returned the favor."
"Bring that thing any closer and I'll bite it off."
"I'm not that stupid." he laughs, his fingers still rubbing against her in ways that make her mind go blank. "I had something else in mind."
"If you're gonna do that, you'd better use protection, Iza-nii. Don't make her into our sister-in-law just yet."
"I know-- Hey--!! What's that supposed to mean?"
Namie would laugh at how Orihara Mairu caught the idiot off guard, except she doesn't like the implication in the young girl's words either, and she's much more concerned with the fingers that are so close to bringing her over the edge stopping completely to pull a packaged condom from his desk.
"It's your call, Namie: Do you want stop here and save yourself for a little brother who'd bang a severed head, or let me take care of you?"
She hates it, hates him, for making her want to give up a first that rightfully belonged to her younger brother, and even worse, reminding her that Seiji had no interest in taking that first from her whatsoever.
"You started it, so go ahead and finish." she grumbles. "Just don't kiss me."
"Fine. Don't cry out your little brother's name." He retorts, unwrapping the condom and putting it on.
She flinches, anticipating the worst, when soft fingers begin smoothing her hair.
"Relax a bit, Namie-san." the girl in glasses croons, giving her a motherly caress.
The other twin kisses her forehead gently, "It's okay..."
"You really should listen to them, Namie." he says, not even trying to sound concerned. "It'll hurt if you're this tense-- or so I've heard."
Mithridatism - 4/?? - recaptcha: "family pressing"
anonymous
April 28 2010, 03:18:19 UTC
She gives him a glare that chills him to the core, and for a brief second, she makes him feel like a terrified schoolboy, but the murderous stare fades into a gasp, as his sisters unclasp her bra and suck vigorously on her breasts. Her body goes slack in sensory overload, and he grabs her hips and eases his way in.
She feels the membrane inside her tear, cries out as he thrusts in deeper. She's never been filled up like this before, and the feeling is dreadful and wonderful, killing every rational thought in her head and replacing it with a resounding more. Her hips fall into his rhythm on their own, bringing her close to the edge yet again.
He drives into her over and over, relishing in the feeling of her surrounding him, the sight of her overcome with lust, the way she moans for him to go harder and faster. He thrusts in to the hilt when she finally comes, awash in ecstasy, the sound of his name reverberating off the walls and bookshelves. He pulls out and Kururi disposes of the condom quickly, her small hand pumping up and down his shaft.
Jets of come spurt onto Namie's pale skin, and she watches Mairu eagerly lap it up as the other twin sucks him off, making her wonder if that kind of tongue dexterity is a family trait.
As the haze of sex clears, his assistant rises nonchalantly, extending her hand in a tacit demand for her skirt and the lace panties she knows he pocketed as a trophy. He scoffs as he hands them over, watching her slip them on and glide over to the door like she was ending any other work day.
"You're killing all the joy out I'd get from watching you take the 'walk of shame,' Namie."
"As long as Seiji has my heart, I have nothing to feel ashamed about. After all, sex and love aren't directly related."
"...I don't want your heart anyway." he mutters softly, annoyed at how she uses his words against him.
"Then, I suppose you got exactly what you wanted from me. But please don't confuse me with your worshippers; I refuse to beg for it."
"In other words, if asked, you wouldn't say 'no.'"
"Don't be ridiculous. If you're just interested in making me feel bad afterward, then it's a chore, just like cooking your dinner every night. Since that puts me at an inconvenience, you should be begging me."
"Big words from a woman who was screaming my name just a few minutes ago."
"Enjoy watching the movie with your sisters, Orihara Izaya." she replies with a cruel, indecipherable smile, the kind he thinks suits him better.
Mithridatism - 5/5 DONE. LJ, STOP EATING COMMENTS.
anonymous
April 28 2010, 03:20:15 UTC
And then her words register in his head, reminding him of the deal he made with Kururi and Mairu, and it wipes the smug grin off his face. He's plopped down on his own couch, sandwiched between his sisters. Namie closes the door softly behind her, taking sadistic comfort in the fact that he'll be suffering for the next two hours at the very least.
Izaya's eardrums tremble as they're assaulted by the high pitched squeals that accompany every time Shizu-chan's little brother shows up on the screen. More unsettling to him is the exchange he had with Namie before she walked out. He had no intention of turning her into another one of his devotees; he doesn't need another weepy girl asking where he is, or why he hasn't called. Amusing as it would be to see her on her knees, begging to be taken any way he wanted, it'd detract from all the things that make her interesting: The way she coldly returns his verbal barbs with some of her own, irreverently does things behind his back, refuses to contain the sick pleasure she gets from seeing his vulnerabilities exposed, or the glee she feels when she shoves them back in his face; and how she does all of it in spite of how he intimidates her. He's surely a masochist for allowing her to do them again and again, but he's curious to see if she really can get the better of him once and for all.
Despite the way she frustrates him, he wants to keep her around. So he hatched this little plan to seduce her, give her just a little taste of his personal brand of poison, not enough to be fatal-- it wouldn't be fun if one of his more useful toys were irreparably broken. She's already developing immunity, and as he increases the dosage, over time she'll become just as toxic as he is. Like the Vish Kanya* of Hindu lore, she'd be untouchable to any normal human.
He's sure the reason he wants to keep her to himself it isn't because he loves her more than any other human, or even that feels something as pathetic as loneliness, although they both know he doesn't have any friends. There's just something pleasant about the idea, and he'll save further analysis on why for another day. For now, he's content with the image of her cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and desire, the sweet sound of her crying out his name, and the soft feel of her skin against his fingertips.
Lost in his own thoughts, he giggles evilly, until Kururi's nails digging into his arm snaps him back to reality. On his other side, the glint of thumbtacks in a box force his eyes back to screen, as Heiwajima Yuuhei's character deadpans out a love confession to the teary-eyed female lead.
"We can't have you drifting off, Iza-nii. You promised to watch this with us, right?"
"pay attention..."
Kururi likes him best when he's at home like this, stuck on his couch between her and Mai-chan, not out making trouble for Shizuo-san and everyone else. Which was why the twins went along with his stupid plan to take Namie-san. They had hoped that screwing his assistant might be a good enough distraction, but unfortunately, a night of passion doesn't cause epiphanies the way they do in movies. Neither she or her younger twin could have anticipated the full extent of Namie's love for Yagiri-senpai, or their own brother's failure to recognize how lonely he actually is; the way the pair avoid civility like it's poison, preferring to snipe and bicker at each other like children. For people as smart as they are, there are times when she and her little sister agree that those two so-called 'adults' are complete idiots.
It's only a minor setback in their plans; they know he's got her on his mind, and that she's probably taking a cold shower in her own apartment, thinking of him. Just like a drug, little by little, those two will get accustomed to each other's company; maybe even learn to enjoy it without purposely trying to hurt each other. They don't know and they don't care whether Namie and their older brother fall in love or not; but it's only a matter of time before those troublesome meddlers are off the streets once and for all.
TBH I'm on the fence-ish about them? I mean, the snark they toss around is AMAZING, but that's not a good foundation for a healthy romantic relationship. Loyalty (lol) and honesty (lololol) aren't strong points for either of them.
"Iza-nii, she's struggling!"
"Stay...still."
The boxcutter digs into her neck as Mairu giggles. On the opposite side, she can feel Kururi's breath on her cheek, her full breasts pressing into her shoulder.
"What did you bribe them with?" Namie seethes through gritted teeth, hot venom bubbling in her icy tone.
"I'm hurt. You don't believe my dear little sisters would help me out of the kindness of their own hearts? When they heard about your...ah, how should I put it? 'tragic condition,' they took it upon themselves to assist me."
She's used to his expertly delivered monologues and lies now, and knows better than to believe even a syllable, especially when she knows the girls would happily shove their older brother in front of a garbage truck.
"...What is he offering you?"
"The raw footage of Hanejima Yuuhei's new movie. We have to see it."
"Iza-nii's watching it too..."
"Hm. Bribing your own siblings might be a new low; even for you, Orihara Izaya."
He ignores the comment, accustomed to her verbal barbs and far more interested in what she hid under her clothes. Capturing her ankles with one hand, he tugs her skirt down with the other in one
disturbingly swift motion.
There's an appreciative "Ooh~" from all three siblings at what lies underneath: The bare wisp of black lace strung together with satin ribbon seems more like the illusion of clothing rather than an actual garment, revealing more than it concealed.
"Alright, let's see the top."
Cold air rushes against her skin as the twins yank the sweater up, exposing a coordinating bra.
"Iza-nii, are you sure she's a virgin?" Mairu asks, giving the older woman's breast a playful squeeze. "These sure don't look like the undies of an innocent maiden to me."
"Naughty."
He chuckles at their naivete, clicking his tongue as he waggles a finger.
"Don't be fooled by their appearance. This isn't the underwear of a woman having sex, but one hoping to have sex. After all, a lady has to be prepared for when the indifferent little brother she so desperately longs for has a change of heart, right? She's saving
himself for him. Although at this point, it's more like going to waste because of him."
"I'm not going to bother with someone I'm not in love with. The same way I'm not going to bother explaining true love to someone like you."
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to ask you to show me instead?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You're beyond help in that department."
"It doesn't matter. Sex and Love aren't mutually exclusive, as we all know. Well, everyone here except for you."
"Without love, sex is just mutual masturbation. Of course, that's assuming you're even capable of getting the other person off."
Her lips curve in warped satisfaction as the twins giggle at her verbal jab, but the smile fades quickly at the sight of his far more devious grin.
"Very well. I accept your challenge."
"Wait, that's not what I meant--"
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marring the pale landscape of flesh with red.
He looks up at her seductively, his teeth closing around one of the ribbons of her panties. Her heart drops to the pit of her stomach as she feels the fabric give way, sliding down her leg in agonizing slowness, and she hopes, prays to any deity who'd hear her mental cries, that this is just another one of his sick jokes. Then he'd cackle like the twisted bastard he is and make her feel so idiotic and small for being played by him. She'd gladly take that blow to her pride, unpleasant as it'd be; that's something she knew how to react to, unlike the feeling of his tongue tracing lazy circles up her inner thigh.
Just as she thinks to close her legs, they're lifted up and open by the twins. Their older brother nods at them approvingly and dips his head to the juncture of her thighs. He teases the sensitive nub at her entrance with the very tip of his tongue, swirling it around in ways that set every nerve ending in her body ablaze. She understands what's happening in the most clinical sense: the increase in heart rate, the rise in blood pressure, the length of time between breaths shortening to milliseconds.
They're all just physiological reactions, occurring in spite of her hatred for him. In her eyes (although she's certain she'd be hard pressed to find someone who'd disagree), he's a childish brat, a selfish asshole; someone who gets his jollies from messing with people and earns money by spreading gossip. By the same token, she finds him terrifyingly brilliant, knowing how to apply his knowledge in ways that inspire fear and even grudging admiration and jealousy.
The feeling he currently inspires is far more base; makes her roll her hips into his attentive mouth, driving his tongue further into her slit. A small whimper of protest escapes as he draws back, causing her to flush in embarrassment. The color deepens at the sound of the girls' laughter and the informant languidly sucking on his own finger before easing it inside her.
"You're so tight," he notes aloud, the words sounding less like a cliche than they ought to.
"What did you expect, you idiot?"
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He stands up, running his tongue over his lips as he admires his handiwork. Kururi moves in to kiss him, while Mairu sucks on the fingers that were just inside her seconds before. There's something completely lewd about the scene, and Namie knows she should feel disgusted, but for some horrible, inexplicable reason, she only feels more aroused. Sensing her frustration, he returns the fingers to her slit, while he undoes his pants with his free hand.
Her eyes go wide as saucers as he exposes himself. She's seen the male genitalia before, but from a purely academic, clinical standpoint. All her knowledge of biological functions can't help her now, reduced to a silly little girl at the sight of a man's hard-on.
"Now then, I think it's time you returned the favor."
"Bring that thing any closer and I'll bite it off."
"I'm not that stupid." he laughs, his fingers still rubbing against her in ways that make her mind go blank. "I had something else in mind."
"If you're gonna do that, you'd better use protection, Iza-nii. Don't make her into our sister-in-law just yet."
"I know-- Hey--!! What's that supposed to mean?"
Namie would laugh at how Orihara Mairu caught the idiot off guard, except she doesn't like the implication in the young girl's words either, and she's much more concerned with the fingers that are so close to bringing her over the edge stopping completely to pull a packaged condom from his desk.
"It's your call, Namie: Do you want stop here and save yourself for a little brother who'd bang a severed head, or let me take care of you?"
She hates it, hates him, for making her want to give up a first that rightfully belonged to her younger brother, and even worse, reminding her that Seiji had no interest in taking that first from her whatsoever.
"You started it, so go ahead and finish." she grumbles. "Just don't kiss me."
"Fine. Don't cry out your little brother's name." He retorts, unwrapping the condom and putting it on.
She flinches, anticipating the worst, when soft fingers begin smoothing her hair.
"Relax a bit, Namie-san." the girl in glasses croons, giving her a motherly caress.
The other twin kisses her forehead gently, "It's okay..."
"You really should listen to them, Namie." he says, not even trying to sound concerned. "It'll hurt if you're this tense-- or so I've heard."
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She feels the membrane inside her tear, cries out as he thrusts in deeper. She's never been filled up like this before, and the feeling is dreadful and wonderful, killing every rational thought in her head and replacing it with a resounding more. Her hips fall into his rhythm on their own, bringing her close to the edge yet again.
He drives into her over and over, relishing in the feeling of her surrounding him, the sight of her overcome with lust, the way she moans for him to go harder and faster. He thrusts in to the hilt when she finally comes, awash in ecstasy, the sound of his name reverberating off the walls and bookshelves. He pulls out and Kururi disposes of the condom quickly, her small hand pumping up and down his shaft.
Jets of come spurt onto Namie's pale skin, and she watches Mairu eagerly lap it up as the other twin sucks him off, making her wonder if that kind of tongue dexterity is a family trait.
As the haze of sex clears, his assistant rises nonchalantly, extending her hand in a tacit demand for her skirt and the lace panties she knows he pocketed as a trophy. He scoffs as he hands them over, watching her slip them on and glide over to the door like she was ending any other work day.
"You're killing all the joy out I'd get from watching you take the 'walk of shame,' Namie."
"As long as Seiji has my heart, I have nothing to feel ashamed about. After all, sex and love aren't directly related."
"...I don't want your heart anyway." he mutters softly, annoyed at how she uses his words against him.
"Then, I suppose you got exactly what you wanted from me. But please don't confuse me with your worshippers; I refuse to beg for it."
"In other words, if asked, you wouldn't say 'no.'"
"Don't be ridiculous. If you're just interested in making me feel bad afterward, then it's a chore, just like cooking your dinner every night. Since that puts me at an inconvenience, you should be begging me."
"Big words from a woman who was screaming my name just a few minutes ago."
"Enjoy watching the movie with your sisters, Orihara Izaya." she replies with a cruel, indecipherable smile, the kind he thinks suits him better.
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Izaya's eardrums tremble as they're assaulted by the high pitched squeals that accompany every time Shizu-chan's little brother shows up on the screen. More unsettling to him is the exchange he had with Namie before she walked out. He had no intention of turning her into another one of his devotees; he doesn't need another weepy girl asking where he is, or why he hasn't called. Amusing as it would be to see her on her knees, begging to be taken any way he wanted, it'd detract from all the things that make her interesting: The way she coldly returns his verbal barbs with some of her own, irreverently does things behind his back, refuses to contain the sick pleasure she gets from seeing his vulnerabilities exposed, or the glee she feels when she shoves them back in his face; and how she does all of it in spite of how he intimidates her. He's surely a masochist for allowing her to do them again and again, but he's curious to see if she really can get the better of him once and for all.
Despite the way she frustrates him, he wants to keep her around. So he hatched this little plan to seduce her, give her just a little taste of his personal brand of poison, not enough to be fatal-- it wouldn't be fun if one of his more useful toys were irreparably broken. She's already developing immunity, and as he increases the dosage, over time she'll become just as toxic as he is. Like the Vish Kanya* of Hindu lore, she'd be untouchable to any normal human.
He's sure the reason he wants to keep her to himself it isn't because he loves her more than any other human, or even that feels something as pathetic as loneliness, although they both know he doesn't have any friends. There's just something pleasant about the idea, and he'll save further analysis on why for another day. For now, he's content with the image of her cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and desire, the sweet sound of her crying out his name, and the soft feel of her skin against his fingertips.
Lost in his own thoughts, he giggles evilly, until Kururi's nails digging into his arm snaps him back to reality. On his other side, the glint of thumbtacks in a box force his eyes back to screen, as Heiwajima Yuuhei's character deadpans out a love confession to the teary-eyed female lead.
"We can't have you drifting off, Iza-nii. You promised to watch this with us, right?"
"pay attention..."
Kururi likes him best when he's at home like this, stuck on his couch between her and Mai-chan, not out making trouble for Shizuo-san and everyone else. Which was why the twins went along with his stupid plan to take Namie-san. They had hoped that screwing his assistant might be a good enough distraction, but unfortunately, a night of passion doesn't cause epiphanies the way they do in movies. Neither she or her younger twin could have anticipated the full extent of Namie's love for Yagiri-senpai, or their own brother's failure to recognize how lonely he actually is; the way the pair avoid civility like it's poison, preferring to snipe and bicker at each other like children. For people as smart as they are, there are times when she and her little sister agree that those two so-called 'adults' are complete idiots.
It's only a minor setback in their plans; they know he's got her on his mind, and that she's probably taking a cold shower in her own apartment, thinking of him. Just like a drug, little by little, those two will get accustomed to each other's company; maybe even learn to enjoy it without purposely trying to hurt each other. They don't know and they don't care whether Namie and their older brother fall in love or not; but it's only a matter of time before those troublesome meddlers are off the streets once and for all.
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Vish Kanya: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vish_Kanya
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the smut was superb and very very very hot! not to mention the ending where you summarized their psychological interaction rofl <3
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Ah well.
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ANON, I LOVE YOU. Also, Namie *spreads legs for her*
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