[A/N] This is a request by Redditor Yodaman224. This is a spin-off of Redditor Lilfreezy96's "Casanova of Yongen-Jaya series, so I hope you all enjoy this conclusion! [A/N]

THE HEART-MELTER OF YONGEN-JAYA
A PERSONA 5 FANFICTION REQUEST

If I'd said it before, I'd say it again as many times as it took to get my point across...

I couldn't STAND girls my age.

It wasn't too long after I moved to Yongen-Jaya when I met a woman who really piqued my interest. I walked through the door to Cafe Leblanc on night, less than a week after arriving, I took notice of a tall woman in punk clothes. A studded choker, capsule necklace on a long chain, a long, blue cress with a spiderweb pattern in white, resting underneath a short, black jacket... and torn leggings under black ankle boots.

Just from the appearance alone, I knew she was trying to keep others at bay, though for what reason, I didn't know. All I knew was...

I wanted to understand her.

It had been a big thing for me for some time; I never had a thing for anyone in my family, for obvious reasons, but the ladies over 21 in my town had always entranced me when I was growing up. They seemed to know what they were doing, and always had an idea of how to get what they wanted. When I started middle school, I started to realize that things were very different between the girls my age and the more mature ladies. Around my age, people only cared about status: designer clothing, makeup, looks, being on a sports team, getting the best on their tests... While it didn't change too much with age, older ladies seemed to have more of a solid head on their shoulders. That tends to happen when the weight of responsibility lands square on your back and never lets go.

Over the next month or so, I spent time working on myself, and slowly managed to melt my way into the punk woman's door. Turned out, she was a doctor who ran a clinic around the corner from Sojiro's cafe. And as it turned out, her clinic was not only slightly shady...

But she was a disgraced professional.

As the story progressed, she'd been rising to the top at a pace, due in large part to her unorthodox methods of treating patients, with every single one she worked on coming with a near 100% rate of recovery. Somehow, despite that, she'd managed to make a massive error, and one of her patients had died. Something about the story seemed suspicious to me, so that night when I got home from her clinic, I looked up the accident.

Tae Takemi, medical pariah, known as "The Plague". The story went on and on, and then...

"The incident was reported by Medical Chief of Staff Shoichi Oyamada," I read aloud, "Oyamada... I feel like I've heard of him somewhere before..." With that in mind, I kept digging. And what I found didn't look promising... AT ALL.

Dozens of cases of incorrect diagnosis, several cases of inappropriate conduct, and the worst was a post on the Phan-Site from someone claiming to be his wife, claiming he was sleeping around with his secretary and several nurses. And THIS self-centered egotist was the one who reported it?

Something reeked of pure sabotage to me.

A couple weeks later, the man himself decided to barge in while Takemi and I were in the middle of one of her tests; I'd just regained control of myself after the drug she'd given me knocked the wind out of me. She was just about to start taking notes when the bastard walked right in, ignoring the sign that said an examination was in progress.

"Ah yes, Chief of Staff Oyamada, how pleasant to see you..." She started, allowing her voice to drip with sarcasm as she concluded, "...AGAIN... To what eternal JOY do I owe this little incursion?"

"Can it," the man said, immediately raising my hackles, "You know exactly why I'm here. You should know better than to practice without a licence!" Takemi's face turned into a bored scowl.

"And how many times do we need to go over THIS one? I didn't have my licence revoked, not taken away," she replied sardonically, "And I was disgraced, not kicked from the profession and black-listed. So if you're done, I'm in the middle of an examination for this patient."

"Is that so?" The man said, scoffing, "Is he aware of-"

"Her medical history?" I interrupted, standing up between them, "Yeah, I am. I know how she was a revolutionary life-saver before the error, which, by my own independent investigation, shouldn't have ever been POSSIBLE for her to make, Mr "Sleeps Around Behind My Wife's Back With Four Women At Once"." That one got his attention and made him go stark white. I nodded, wide-eyed.

"What's the matter, Mr Wide-Body? Caught with your pants down?" I asked sharply, going for the throat immediately, "It's easy to sling shit at the undeserving and innocent, but you can't take having your own transgressions thrown back in your face BY those same innocents you mistreat? I did a bit of looking up about you in my off time; Google is oh so perfect for light research, you know. I've seen the cases against you; malpractice, incorrect diagnoses that led to complications and even DEATH... And what's this about inappropriate conduct towards patients AND your own staff? If I didn't know any better, I'd say Shady McSlimebody here was trying desperately to cover up an accident HE orchestrated and blamed on someone else out of spite and jealousy. Because the lives of the innocent are worth a little bit of a power high, right?" The man was looking scared now, shaking a bit as he slowly backed toward the door. I took a step towards him.

"Oh no you don't," I said, "The good doctor here has told me a lot about her patient, Miwa. Where is she? If you tell me she's dead, I'm going to spit on your shoes, laugh, and call bullshit, all in that order! So you'd better get to telling me the truth NOW, or I'll drag you from here to the police station in Shibuya by your ear, and make you admit your crimes and misconducts with your own mouth to the police! Now, get talking!" By the end, my voice had raised slightly, my eyes had tilted in anger, and I was projecting my fury into an image of death behind me, causing the man to cower against the door.

So it was, in the next fifteen minutes, having broken a man through fear of having been outed, to fear of death, that I managed to get this scumbag of a doctor to admit all his wrong-doings. True to my word, I then had Takemi follow behind us as I dragged the man by his ear, walking the whole way, to the Shibuya plolice station and had him repeat what he'd told us to the police.

He was arrested in mere moments. The stories on the news would be the stuff of legends.

Takemi and I soon returned to her clinic, and she set back to work immediately, testing version after version of her drug on me, and getting every bit of data she needed. Within another month, we had finished the drug, and she was handing it off to the doctor currently in charge of Miwa's case, with the hopes that it would cure her out-right.

That evening, I took Takemi out for dinner to celebrate, just the two of us. I chose a ramen place Ryuji had shown me earlier in the month, and I was surprised to watch Takemi knock back three bowls of ramen before I'd even finished one.

She stretched her arms and gave a low moan of relief, then said, "Now THAT hit the spot. Thanks, kid, I really owe you one for this. Anything you like, I'll do my best to make it happen." I took a long draw from my bowl and chewed well, thinking on her offer. When I swallowed, I turned to her.

"Alright then," I said, "I'll take you up on that. I want to know more about you. I want to get to know you, Doc. Feel like making good on your offer now?" She blinked a few times in shock, then giggled a little.

"I've never had anyone ask to get to know me before," she said, giving a soft, mirthful chuckle, "Sure. Ask me anything you want." I nodded, then looked her dead in the eyes.

"I've been wondering for a while... your sense of style... is it just something you like the aesthetic of, or was it something more?" I asked. Her face went solemn for a moment.

"You're more perceptive than I gave you credit for," she replied slowly, "The patient who died from the medical error loved spiders, and expressed a desire to see me in wearing something more expressive when I was out of my scrubs and lab coat. To say the least, the day of the error, I'd come in just to show off my outfit before scubbing in for the day... I found her flat-lining as I rounded the corner into the room. I called for the other doctors to come help me, but we weren't able to save her... and, well... being disgraced, I never got the chance to apologize to her family. Long story made short and bittersweet... I wear these clothes to and from work to remind myself not to let myself get distracted on the job anymore." I watched her slowly tear up and start crying a bit as she spoke, and reached a hand over to touch her forearm in an act of consolation.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said gently, "But I don't think that's good for your personal life; it seems that belief is bleeding over into every facet of your life in general." She looked to me, tears still welling up and trickling down her cheeks, and gave me a confused look. I reached over and wiped a tear from her eye.

"You chose to maintain the look you chose as a remind to not get distracted and maintain professionalism, right?" I asked, "That's what you just said. But in doing so, you're shutting out people who might be a positive influence for you. I know, Oyamada and all that crap, but with him gone now, the cops won't be harassing you anymore, and your customers can come to you happily, right? You won't need to shut yourself in and keep others out." She looked away for a brief moment before my hand cupped her cheek and turned her to look at me once again.

"You've been hurt and abused for some time. That I understand," I said softly, "But now you're free. You run your own practice in a quiet, comfy part of Tokyo. You don't need to hole up behind walls and barred fences anymore. You can allow yourself to come out and bee who you want to be again. And frankly... I'd really like to see that from you." Her eyes widened.

"What are you, 16?" she asked, chuckling a little, "But you're acting so wise and responsible, like an adult..."

"There's a reason for that," I said softly, looking away for a moment, "Being accused of assault by some drunk idiot who tripped over his own stupid feet and smashed his own dumb face in the pavement, then getting arrested, convicted, and locked up for a short time will have that effect on you." Her eyes went wide again.

The two of us sat in silence, with her ordering her fourth bowl as I finished up my first and ordered my second. We continued eating in silence, as we both processed what had been said.

By the end, I paid for the meal in full and we boarded a train back to Yongen; I was determined to at least see her back to the clinic, even if I'd ruined any potential mood. We made it back, we said good night, and that was that for the day.

The next afternoon, I was on my way home from school when I got a notification from Takemi, asking me to come over as fast as I could.

'What's wrong? Are we doing another test?' I messaged back.

'I just... I want to talk you... I need to see your face again... just get over here, OK?' was her reply. I blinked; she'd never spoken like this before... I figured it'd be best not to keep her waiting, and made for the clinic as soon as I got off the train.

The moment I was through the door, I was met with her wrapping her arms around me and smashing her lips against mine. I was caught off guard, but relaxed and kissed back. When she finally pulled back, we smiled at each other, and I heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind me.

"My my, someone's being very forward, isn't she?" I said hotly, my voice low and excited. She giggled under her breath, giving me the most sexy smile I'd ever been able to imagine.

"I was awake all night thinking about what you said last night," she said, her voice husky and hungry, "At first, I was wondering how a kid your age would know any of that, be able to THINK that way. But... when you mentioned your false conviction... I realized what it was. You've been hurt and taken advantage of, like I have. You've suffered, just like me, but in a different way. You understand me. And deep down... that's all I've ever wanted, was someone who'd listen to my problems and be a supportive friend. You've done so much more than that in the near two months we've known each other, and I can't ever thank you enough... But another curious thing happened." She kissed me again, pulling me toward the exam room, which she also locked us into.

"When I came in this morning, I found myself restless... unable to focus on anything..." she started, slowly shucking off her lab coat as she pushed my toward the cot, "I kept thinking about you. And the more I thought about you," she lifted her skirt to show her lack of panties and a slow drip forming between her legs, "And the more I thought about you, the less I was able to convince myself to hold onto my self-control and NOT do what you see me doing now. I've never attempted to know ANYTHING about sex or the erotic side of my body... but for some reason, thinking of you sets my insides on fire... and I can't put it out..." She now lifted her short to show me her small, perky breasts, her surprisingly thick nipples stiff and standing at attention, "And I don't WANT to control myself anymore. I don't see you as a patient anymore, and I can't see you as a kid. You're too mature for your age. You're a man, and I'm a woman... and right now, this woman wants the man in front of her to make her HIS woman." My eyes went wide. Was this erotic vixen always hiding under Takemi's demure exterior?

I smiled wide and sat on the cot, my eyes burning hot into her own; I flicked my eyes down her body, and saw the small stream of fluid between her legs dribbling out longer than before.

"Well," I said confidently, "If that's what this woman wants, she's going to have to work for it, don't you think? You can't just get these things for free, you know." She smiled and softly bit her lower lip.

"How do you propose I work off this request?" she asked, her voice growing meek and shy.

"How about you show your new man what he'll be working with today?" I said forwardly. She gasped a little and giggled, giving a gentle, "As you wish," and slowly stripped out of her clothes. I got the full experience; her slender body would fit snugly in my arms with more than enough room left to wrap my hands around her opposing sides. Her breasts would fit perfectly in my hands, and her meaty nipples would be fun to pinch and nibble. Her body was strangely well-toned; she must make time to keep in shape at home, and I could admire that. Then she turned around to drop her skirt... and I had to fight a sudden urge to bury my face in her taut, round ass and eat her womanly flesh diligently.

This woman wasn't just a doctor... she was a medical GODDESS. Long, sexy legs, a thin figure with perfect proportions... Today would be an experience i would NEVER forget.

She looked to me, her body now on display, hooking an arm between her breasts and giving me an embarrassed, innocent look.

"I... i've never done this," she said softly, looking nervous, "So... please be gentle with me?" I nodded softly and stood, holding my arms out.

"Now, Tae," I said, using her first name and watching as her face went redder than a tomato, "You still have one more task before you before I'll make you my woman. Do you know what it is?" She looked at me and smiled meekly again, bending her index finger and biting it.

"You want me to strip you next?" she asked. I nodded, but added, "You have use only two fingers on each hand, and your mouth as well." She gulped and nodded, starting with my jacket and shirt.

Once she had my upper clothes, she stared at my chest and smiled. "You have abs, huh? I didn't expect you to be built," she said, running her hands over my muscles, "But it makes me ever wetter... a big, strong man is going to have his way with me..." I smiled and took a handful of her short, black hair, then jerked her head back a bit so I could kiss her on my terms. She caught what I was doing and kept her arms at her sides limply, opening her mouth to give me full control over her. I moved my tongue into her mouth and explored every nook and cranny before wrapping my tongue around hers. After a full minute of dominating this sexy doctor's mouth, I pulled away from the kiss, and revelled in her dazed, horny expression.

"You're not done with your task, little minx," I said, nodding to my bottoms. She nodded, biting her lip again as she got on her knees.

"Remember," I said, my voice tough and unflinching, "Good girls get rewarded. Do you want a nice reward?" She nodded enthusiastically and started unbuttoning my jeans. Once she had those down, she knelt in front of my boxers, her face flushed and her breathing getting ragged. She was REALLY excited.

This time, instead of using her hands at all, she gripped the waistband of my boxers in her teeth and gently pulled down... only be met with a fleshy smack over one eye as my cock sprang forth from its prison and impacted her over her right eye. The look of shock in her eyes was comical, and she'd lost her grip on my boxers. She was mouthing something, but I couldn't make out what it was.

Without a word between us, she swallowed my entire cock in one go, taking it to the hilt in one go and holding it in her throat as she bobbed her head up and down, effectively skull-fucking herself. I could only sit back against the cot, my eyes squinting closed. She'd JUST asked me to be gentle with her, and now she was practically stuffing my member into her stomach!

This went on for a good two minutes before I hit my climax and fired a big load straight down her throat. She flexed her throat muscles in rhythmic swallows, practically milking the sperm from my balls. When she finally pulled back, I had to stifle a small moan as she cleaned off the tip of my dick with her tongue, then let my head audibly pop free from her mouth, with a deliciously satisfied and slutty grin on her face.

"Fuck, Tae," I said, watching her face go red again, "You tell me to take it softly, and then you practically wreck your own throat... have you always been this horny?" She looked up at me, the hunger, need, and lusty desire present on full display in her eyes. Her breasts were heaving up and down rapidly as she gasped back air to fill her lungs.

"N-no..." she stammeringly gasped out, "O-only with y-you..." That was what did it.

I tossed my boxers into the corner and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her up to bend her over the cot with her ass pointed right out at me. THIS time, I wasn't ignoring my urges.

I splayed her legs apart, spread her ass open, and dug in, licking at her soaked slit. The keening moan I got from her was all the incentive I needed to keep going, and I went to town, eating her out for ten straight minutes. I enjoyed all three of the body-rocking orgasms she experienced, and when I finally finished, I pulled away. She was leaking all over the floor now, her control shattered into the puddle of fluid she'd made. I looked at her twitching body and flipped her over, rested her in a sitting position on the edge of the cot, facing me. I lined myself up to her entrance and leaned into her ear.

"Does this naughty little girl want to become a woman?" I asked; I was given a moaning whine in response, followed shortly after by a soft, sensual "yes, please..."

I smiled as I nibbled her ear and whispered back, hotly, "Then spread your hungry little hole open and beg me to make a woman out of you." She gave another moaning whine before nodding and saying, meekly, "ok..." Then, with my free hand, I grabbed her hair again and got right up to her ear.

"But you're going to do it in your sweetest, most innocent voice... using the foulest, most erotic language you possibly can. Show me that this sweet little spitfire has some teeth to her."

She smiled wide, blushing deeply as I pulled back and away from her to watch the scene unfold. She wrapped her arms under her knees to hold her legs back, then used both hands to pull her pussy open and put herself on full display. And then, exactly as I'd instructed, she begged.

"Please, Daddy... I'm so wet right now... my little cunny is tingly so much, it won't calm down... please, jam your big fucking cock into my twitching little fuck hole and ruin me... I want you to completely destroy my pussy and make me a woman by shooting your babies deep into my little womb, Daddy... please, knock my slutty little cunt up and give me a little of your babies to raise for you!" That did it.

Without warning, I closed the distance again, plunging myself balls deep inside her and driving her through another mind-melting orgasm as she screamed in pleasure, giving off a series of low, loud, keening moans as she came down from her high.

"Thank you, Daddy... now pound that dick inside me and wreck me!" she begged again, her eyes brimming with expectation and joy. I nodded...

And laid into her at full force.

For the next three hours, we fucked like animals, constantly changing positions; Takemi went crazy, losing control of her body after the sixth orgasm, and never once regaining it until we ended. Over the time we kept at it, I finished at least once every half hour, and every single time, I pumped it deep inside of her, filling her to bursting before flipping us into another position and continuing. We didn't care a mite bit about whether our voices carried; it was just the two of us, and that's all that mattered to us.

Hours later, I hit my last climax, and emptied what was left in my testicles deep into her womb, relishing the high-pitched, squealing moan she gave off, along with the mumbling, "sho muuuush... shooo fuuuuullll... leeeeaking..." I dragged us up onto the cot and pulled her exhausted, cum-stuffed body into my arms. She passed out in seconds, and I joined her not long after.

It was a good thing she'd installed that clapping module for shutting lights off...

The next day, we woke up early, staring into each others eyes happily.

"I guess I'm yours now, huh?" she asked, her voice soft and low, likely still riding out the sensations of my seed sloshing around inside her womb, "Guess it's for the best... You're definitely going to be more than just MY Daddy soon, after that... Seriously, how much cum did you pour into me?" I chuckled as I kissed her tenderly, tweaking and flicking her hardening, meaty nipple.

"Remember that load you swallowed? About six of those," I said, "All at your request." She giggled happily.

"I've always wanted to be a mother... now, thanks to a too-mature-for-his-own-good teenager, I'm going to..." she said teasingly, kissing me back. We stayed together for a short time before getting up. She struggled to get up, then gave up and laid back down.

"Did I stuff you too full?" I teased. She smiled.

"Probably, and I don't want to leak this stuff all over the clinic... do me a favor? There should be a cork or something in my cabinet there, bring it over and push it into my pussy for me?" she asked, straight-faced. I felt my face get hot all over again. She seemed to pick up on that and laughed.

"Tell you what, Lothario," she said, "You stuff that cork in me now, I'll bring you back to my place tonight after my shift and let you redefine my workout routine, Sound good to you?" I nodded enthusiastically and fetched the cork, fitting it snugly inside her. She moaned a bit as it wnt in, and a bit more every time she moved.

"Fuck... Maybe I should start hiding a strap-on around here with a reverse port on the front so I can just shove a dildo in there... really keep that stuff from coming out..." she said, her voice sexy and arousing to my ears.

"If you did that," I admitted, "I'd never be able to stop fucking you full of my sperm." She chuckled.

"Well, I can't leave the patients waiting, can I?" she asked, moving slowly to her clothes. I met her half-way, gathering our things and helping her get dressed for work.

"Are you sure you're not going to need help?" I asked, "It IS a Sunday, I can stay and help out for today." She giggled again.

"No thanks," she said, "As much as I'd love that, after last night, and especially now that my uterus is filled with your batter, I'd be fighting the urge to close up early and drag you back to my apartment to have you impregnate me even further..." I blushed and gave her a steamy kiss. Then I had an idea.

"Hey, Tae, lift your choker for a moment," I said, grabbing a fine-tipped permanent marker from her cup of pens. She seemed to see what I was planning, and smiled as she did so. Using the marker, I wrote, in tiny lettering, "Property of Ren Amamiya" on her throat where her choker would hide it, then drew fancy lines around it to disguise from normal people's eyes. I used my phone's camera to show her my handiwork, and she blushed a deep crimson all over again.

"You really DO own me now, huh?" She said meekly. Her eyes still showing some of that sweet innocence from last night, and I smiled as I nodded.

"I do," I said, grabbing her by her throat and lightly choking her, "And you will be mine for all of eternity. Got a problem with that?" She shook her head softly.

"I'd rather have it no other way, Daddy..." She cooed softly. I smiled and kissed her hotly.

"Neither would I."

With that, I slapped her ass playfully and made for the door, loving the little squeak of shock and pleasure she gave upon contact. I looked back quickly to see the aroused pout she was sporting, and smiled at her.

I unlocked the door and was about to leave when her regulars came in. All of them seemed to notice the smell, but were more interested to know why she had a man over so early, and why they'd heard such strange noises coming from her clinic the afternoon before... I saw the fear in her eyes as she looked my way, begging me to help her explain this one.

Instead... I simply blew her a kiss, winked, and skipped out the door.

She'd dismissed me for the day, after all. And I couldn't wait to be like a vial of battery acid for her again that night... I'd get her motor running strong, and then make her melt in my arms all over again.