[Corruption, Minionization, Brainwashing, Bad End]

"Is she really going to be alright like this?"

That was the question that drifted through Kaoru Fushimi's mind as she laid in her hospital bed. She was still in the process of recovering from her fight against her daughter, after having been manipulated and corrupted into the form of a wicked Jõtaijin. She let her feelings get the best of her, turning her into the greatest enemy that her daughter had faced thus far...

And thankfully, there were no hard feelings after the fact. They hugged it out and accepted that they had both screwed up, and strived to be better. That was why her daughter ended up joining together with the other people trying to fight for the sake of the city's safety. And yet...

Kaoru wouldn't call herself a worrywart. Not by a longshot. But that didn't mean that she wasn't worried for her daughter. She wanted her to be safe and secure. It was part of why she had transformed in the first place. And even now, even after she had accepted that her daughter had grown up and could take care of herself, she still wanted her to be safe.

After all, the girl had only managed to beat the standard final boss. She hadn't gone through life without continuing, or without launching enough ultra combos, or finishing her enemies with enough throws... Oh, who was she kidding, those weren't conditions that she had to fulfill. But at the same time, that was the kind of woman that Kaoru was. She liked translating her problems into video game terms, allowing her to get a better grasp of how things were supposed to work. And indeed, her daughter had only managed to beat the game without clearing most of the secondary objectives.

Is it possible that she could tap into the same power that she had used then, and try to see if she could repeat the feat on a harder difficulty? According to what the doctor had said, it shouldn't be possible because of her Jõtai factor being practically disabled. But at the same time, that ring that the horrid girl had given her... She said that it would be able to grant her wishes.

"I wish... I wish that I could challenge my daughter one more time. So I can truly make sure that she's ready for the world at large." Kaoru said as she wove her fingers together and closed her eyes, praying with her hands up against her chest. If what the girl had said was true, then she would be able to make her wish come true.

A faint glint of gold flashed from her chest. And a shock of pure power and pleasure flooded its way through her, causing the mother to cry out in sheer delight. All while her eyes opened and turned a fierce red, a brand new sensation filling her...

Then the feeling calmed down, and Kaoru was allowed to take deep breaths. All while she got the chance to look at herself, and slowly let it all sink in. The feeling of power rushing through her, the feeling of dominance, and the feeling of her leotard squeezing into her body...

She really had been able to transform back into Dictator M. What a silly name, in hindsight. But it was still a good name for a final boss, the role that she had just been able to claim once more. And with that role filling her heart, she knew what she had to do.

Dictator M climbed out of bed, tossing the covers aside. All while a deep purple hue started to cover her, with shades of red mixing together with those royal purples. She felt stronger than ever. She felt like she could take on anything. The world... Or her daughter..!

"Fushimi."

The door to her room opened, revealing the blue-scaled Saint Beast that was in charge of all things medical as well as the biotech that served to improve Atlas Corp's reputation, Seiryu. And judging by the look on her face, she wasn't exactly happy to see the black-haired woman having activated her Jõtaijin powers once again.

"Dictator. That's my name. Do not use that name, you've not earned the right." Dictator M declared, folding her arms over one another. "Now move aside, dragon. I wish to settle the score with my mortal enemy." She played up her role much more than she needed to, all while her eyes had the same subtle red glint to them like her aura did.

Seiryu glared as she bared her claws, her wings stretching far out in response. "I will not permit you to leave. The reactivation of your Jõtai factor is too important. I need to study it. I need to find out exactly how you've been able to do something that should be impossible!" She shouted, before taking flight, pure aggression flashing in her eyes.

Dictator M met her attack with one of her own, launching a single kick that extended far further than her leg thanks to her aura. And it connected far before Seiryu's own did, sending the dragon straight into a wall in return. An act that caused the scientist to be embedded, the wall cracking due to the momentum that had to pour out through it.

"W-What power..." Seiryu muttered as she tried to pry herself free, gritting her teeth as she glared at the black-haired woman. "What do you plan on doing with all of that power..? You can't possibly have good intentions in mind..!" Quite ironic, considering who was talking. She was in charge of such a suspicious department, and yet she was the one worried about a Jõtaijin doing illicit activities with her regained power.

The Dictator stepped closer, the power that had allowed her to kick much harder than before gathering in her palm instead. All while her stern expression turned satisfied and wicked. "I wish not to harm this world. I cannot conquer a world that has been destroyed. But I will rebuild it in my own image. And you will serve as my first. With you, as well as the rest of my Dolls at my side, I will be more than capable of remaking this world." She said, extending that hand and grabbing Seiryu by the skull.

Seiryu tried to pry herself free so that hand wouldn't make contact with her head. But it wasn't possible. The hand rested on top of her head, prompting her to scream in agony and delight as she felt all of that energy pouring into her. How was it this strong? How was it able to overpower a Saint Beast like her? She had so many questions, and yet all of those questions were very quickly forcibly erased from her mind. All while she grew quiet as she was suppressed by that power...

Once the power had subjugated her mind, her body followed. Her coat disappeared, replaced with a tender black bodysuit that squeezed her body down and allowed her muscles to grow more visible. On top of that bodysuit, a leotard formed. A leotard that matched Dictator's, just with more submissive black colors. On top of that, a set of deadly boots and gauntlets formed, while her hair was tied into a depersonalizing ponytail, as a single thought filled that subjugated mind of hers.

"Hail Dictator M." Seiryu declared, as she saluted like nothing more than a simple doll. In more technical terms, she had been Pawned. But right now, she was one of her Dictator's loyal dolls. Her free will had been cut off, and the only thing that mattered to her was serving her Dictator.

"At ease, Doll S." Dictator M gave her Doll a new designation, before laughing as she looked out towards the world at large, through the window pointing towards the city. She had regained her power... And she had grown much stronger, given the way she was able to convert somebody like Seiryu.

Now, it was time to see how far she could go before her daughter would get in her way... And how long it would take for their final confrontation to take place.

---

"Yumeko? What's the matter? You're looking a little pale."

Yumeko couldn't help but feel like something had gone horribly wrong. She always had these sorts of feelings when Jõtaijin attacks were about to happen, which was why she had been able to accurately tell Mikai when something was about to happen. But this was a much more intense feeling.

"Maybe she's just remembering that we've got an exam coming up. Even with Mikai's help, I'm not sure they're going to cut us any slack." Tsubasa said, gently pushing his own glasses up. "I mean they probably should, but you know how public education works, Agatha."

"Don't even dare remind me." Agatha muttered as she narrowed her eyes. God, she didn't want to study or have to deal with any sorts of exams. She was still a bit sore after fighting against all those Pawns. "Yumeko, don't just space out. I asked you a question, you should answer." She said, a little sterner this time to try and get the answer out of her.

Yumeko blinked a few times before nodding. "Oh, sorry. Just... I'm a little worried for Mikai. It's like something might happen soon, but I can't quite put my finger on what. Maybe I'm just imagining things." She explained, being as transparent as she could afford to be.

Agatha glared softly, before shrugging her shoulders. "I swear, you two were in cahoots this entire time, weren't you? How come you were able to tell where all those enemies were, just based on a feeling like that?" This entire thing about Mikai being a hero still didn't sit too right with her. But at the same time, the girl had saved her several times before. She was just working through her complicated feelings, even if it took a long time.

"Sometimes, feelings can be a lot stronger than you might imagine." Tsubasa said, chuckling a little as a blush formed on his cheeks. "Y-You know, that's what happens in the stories that I read. Strong feelings giving way to clues and hints that we might've otherwise overlooked. It's a classic trope, one that I really like."

"Indeed." Yumeko nodded, before softly chuckling. "You wouldn't happen to use those very same sorts of tropes in your writing, would you, Tsubasa?" She asked, and her bespectacled companion immediately froze solid in shock at the accusation. "Ahahaha... Don't worry. I haven't had a peek. What you write isn't for me, anyway."

"Please don't give me another heart attack like that, Yumeko..." Tsubasa whined as he collapsed against the nearby wall, sweating a little thanks to his heightened heart beat. All while his eyes focused on the window across from him, causing him to blink a few times as he saw something in the distance... "...Guys? What's that..?"

Yumeko's eyes widened before she saw what was outside, with Agatha being the first to actually see what was outside. "DOWN, NOW!" The stout girl cried out as she grabbed her friend and slammed her to the floor.

Right before the windows shattered and the shards were consumed by the power that immediately flooded in through the window. Technically leaving them all without any injuries, but compared to what was going to happen... Maybe being injured was actually preferred...

All three watched as a very familiar woman flew in through the window, her aura making it hard to look at her for long before their hearts felt like they were about to submit. And she wasn't the only one that arrived either, as an equally familiar blue-haired woman clad in a leotard-like uniform landed beside her.

"Kaoru..." "That's... Mikai's mom, isn't it?" "The hell's she doing looking like that? Did she turn into a Jõtaijin?!"

Naturally all three of them were shocked at the sight. And Dictator M did not blame them. As far as they knew, it was probably impossible for a Jõtaijin to reemerge. And yet here she was. With a grin on her face, her plans moving along so smoothly...

"Young ones. Children of the next generation." Dictator M spoke with a grandiose tone of voice, laughing as her eyes turned bright red. "I will remold you according to my desire. So that you may assist me in remolding this world, ensuring that it remains on the proper path. Only then will I be satisfied!"

Yumeko narrowed her eyes. This was far beyond what she could've hoped. Jõtaijin shouldn't be able to come back like this. And yet that's exactly what Dictator M had done. The only thing she could do was get ahold of Mikai, and yet her heart had already fallen within the grasp of the Jõtaijin's influence. Stopping herself from saluting was difficult..!

Tsubasa was nowhere near as powerful as either of his friends, which meant that he was forced to salute. "C-Can't... S-Stop..!" HE cried out, his heart aching with delight as he saluted his Dictator. N-No, he had to fight back. Even if there was no possible way for him to actually do so...

"What a load of crap..!" Agatha cried out as she tapped into as much of her natural strength. All so she could struggle against the power that was trying to suppress her heart. "I won't submit, there's no way that I'm going to be a part of this! What the hell is with Mothers and remaking the world anyway?!" She shouted, the purple-red aura that was trying to consume her vanishing as she rushed forward.

Dictator M watched with delight as Agatha proved herself to be quite the fighter. But Doll S would truly test her mettle, the draconic Doll sliding in front of her as she assumed a proper combat pose.

"Out of the way, dragon!" Agatha didn't recognize Doll S as Seiryu, more just seeing her as an obstacle. And like any obstacle, she was going to get rid of it with her strength. That's why she put all of her power into a shoulder tackle, something that couldn't easily be countered with the extra speed behind it!

Doll S watched as the stout girl tried to rush her down, prompting her to launch into the air with a flap from her wings. As soon as Agatha realized that she had missed her strike, she carried out her counter attack. Spinning like a drill, letting her talons dig into the blonde girl's back with a ton of force!

Agatha didn't see that coming, causing her to cry out in intense pain as she was forcibly grounded. All while her strength quickly faded in response to the sheer display of power. How in the world was a dragon like that so strong? She looked so unassuming, like a Pawn or something. And yet it felt like she had just been stripped of her will to fight, evident by Dictator M's aura starting to claim her yet again. "D-Damnit..!"

"Excellent work, Doll S." Dictator M said, with Doll S immediately saluting in response to the praise before lifting the defeated girl back onto her feet, so the black-haired dominant could come face to face with the blonde rebel. "Your strength is very admirable, young lady. In my service, it will truly bloom."

"Go to hell..! What would Mikai say if she saw you like this..?!" Agatha spat at the militant that had dared reemerge. She couldn't believe she would try and antagonize her, after everything the girl had done for her!

"What would she say?" Dictator M mused, before laughing. "Oh, I know she'll be shocked. But that's the point of everything, young lady! She has put up such a strong fight that she's unlocked a new difficulty! And thus I stand in her way once again, to make sure it wasn't a fluke!" She let the proverbial mask slip just for a moment, letting the trio hear her plan in more general terms.

Yumeko slowly pressed her hand against her face, sighing as a headache started to spread through her. Alright, fine, that made sense. Not that she was a fan of the thinking, nor of Kaoru's actions...

"H-Harder than hard!" Tsubasa cried out, still saluting. Ah, jeez. Of course that was why Mikai's mom ended up turning again. She was always playing those old games, naturally she would want something like this. He just didn't like that it made him salute and feel so submissive!

Agatha's eye twitched as she listened to that explanation. She wanted to scream right at the older woman to try and change her mind due to the absurdity of the plan. But she couldn't, simply because the Dictator forced her tongue in between her lips.

Dictator M had her arms wrapped around Agatha, squeezing her tight and making sure that she couldn't escape. All while kissing her and making sure that her tongue crept into every little part of the plump girl's mouth. Her influence was spreading throughout her, making the younger girl's uniform quickly shift until it matched the other Doll's, with nothing but their hair and Monster features making them so different.

Agatha tried to resist. But being violated... No, being blessed by her Dictator like this, it was making her mind slowly recede into the deepest recesses. All while nothing but utter submission replaced her independent thoughts. She wanted to salute. She wanted to carry out all the orders that she'd give her. All for the sake of the pleasure that came from submission. It felt good to submit. It felt right to submit. It was the best thing that somebody like her could do. It was what a Doll should do!

As her eyes grew dim and her uniform tightened in response to her body being a little too big compared to the normal issue uniform, the new Doll was released. And she immediately saluted her Dictator, not a single rebellious bone left in her body. "Doll A! At your command, Dictator M!" She cried out, with Doll S saluting in turn so they both showed just how obedient they were.

Dictator M smiled, before turning her attention towards the two remaining parts of Mikai's power trio. "Come closer. Both of you." She gave them a command, with her influence doing everything in its power to make them obey.

Tsubasa naturally approached, not even putting up a notable fight against the influence inside him. Yumeko, on the other hand, struggled a little further. She wasn't able to stop herself from walking forward, but she was able to remain standing in place. While still refusing to salute or acknowledge her as her Dictator.

"Very well. I'll leave my daughter's best friend for last." Dictator M acknowledged the difficulty of making the girl submit, before focusing her eyes on Tsubasa instead. "You, however.... Such a mind, yet such an incompatible body. To truly be under my heel, you must submit everything. Am I clear, Doll?"

Tsubasa listened and immediately understood what she meant. He couldn't stay male. Dolls were all female. And unfortunately, his heart agreed with her. "Yes, my Dictator!" He cried out, as a feminine moan left his lips as he submitted everything to her.

In a matter of moments, her influence aided him in casting everything aside. His masculinity. His identity. His independence. The former vanished from his body as his body pushed out in all the right places while his uniform changed into the same leotard-like uniform that all the other Dolls wore. All while his mind started to understand that he was no longer a he, something that was all the more obvious as his crotch grew flat and smooth.

Tsubasa... Nay, Doll T was a female. A loyal soldier in every sense. She was a Pawn in her Dictator's scheme, but she did not care. All that mattered to her was submitting. All that mattered was doing a good job. Only then would she feel satisfied. Only then would she be happy with everything she was doing. Only then would she be a true Doll!

"Doll T! At your command, my Dictator!" Doll T cried out, looking perhaps even more feminine than her fellow Dolls. But she did not stand out otherwise, more than happy to salute alongside them and ignore everything else. She was another among many. A soldier and a Doll, nothing more.

Dictator M turned her attention towards Yumeko once Tsubasa submitted, smirking as she stepped closer. All so she could put her hand on the girl's chin, letting her power seep into her using that direct contact. "Submit to me, young one. Only then will your friend attain the happiness that she deserves." She said, squeezing her fingers tight...

Yumeko wanted to resist. She didn't want to disappoint her friend. Mikai was there for her every time, so it would be wrong for her to give in and submit. And yet she made such a compelling argument. She really did want to make sure that Mikai could endure everything. Because if she would give in, just as she was about to do... Then...

Her mind gave in for a single moment. And that was all that the power needed. In what felt like mere moments, Yumeko's body changed just as all the other Dolls had done. Her uniform shifted and stretched out until it was a deep black bodysuit just like the one the Dolls wore, while the leotard formed on top thanks to her momentary belief. Her hair tied into an unremarkable and identical ponytail, as her hand slowly started to raise in tandem with the submission filling her body...

"Doll Y! At your command, my Dictator!" And just like that, another Doll joined the elite group. All that mattered to her, just like all the others, was serving her Dictator. That was the only thing that mattered. Total and utter submission..!

Dictator M smiled, patting her newest Doll on the head before laughing from the depths of her soul. She had done it, she had amassed the perfect challenge for her daughter.

Now, it was time for the girl to face her newest challenge...

---

"What in the world's going on?!"

Mikai had only just barely gone on patrol before she received an alert courtesy of Byakko, resulting in her heading straight to school to find out what the problem was. And that was when she saw it, the shocking sight that she couldn't possibly understand.

Dictator M, her dear Mom, alongside so many individual Dolls that looked just like the difficult characters from that game they loved playing. They definitely weren't those characters, because she could tell that the Dolls were converted versions of Yumeko and Tsubasa and Agatha and... Wait, Tsubasa? Oh, good, he had been turned into a girl. That wasn't going to be a problem when he'd get turned back or anything...

"There you are, Mimoto! Behold, the true boss you have to face off against!" Dictator M made her declaration, stepping forward as each of her Dolls saluted. "Can you defeat them all? Can you beat your friends to a pulp for the sake of victory? CAN YOU DEFEAT ME AT MY STRONGEST?!" She really played up her role. All for the sake of seeing her daughter at her best.

Mikai clenched her fist, before nodding and thrusting her arm into her usual henshin pose. "Henshin!" She shouted, flames pouring out before they coalesced into a proper suit of armor. "Mimoto! Flame Lion!" She shouted, ready for anything!

"Versus!" Dictator M shouted as well, playing into the scene as she thrust her arm forward. "Doll Legion!" And in response to her command, each of the many Dolls assumed their appropriate poses. Each of them looking like they could fight in the exact same way.

"FIGHT!"

With Dictator M setting the pace, the Dolls rushed forward with an intent to kill in their eyes. Mikai had to fight them all if she wanted to succeed. She had to beat them all back and avoid killing them if she wanted to truly win. It was a battle of insurmountable odds, but that was exactly what Dictator M intended for her to face!

"King's Eruption!" Mimoto shouted as she quickly let a bunch of her flames gather in the palm of her hand, before slamming it into the ground for the sake of setting the entire battlefield on fire. She had learned that beating a group of enemies involved controlling the pace of the fight, so they couldn't get the best of her. And for that reason-

Her eyes widened underneath her helmet as she watched all of the dolls jump over her attack. What!? How could they just dodge it!?

With her caught out in shock, there was no way that she could protect herself from their assault. Kick after kick, drill after drill. Each attack landing with more and more ferocity as her armor cracked more and more, until the Dolls retreated assuming that the girl couldn't take their assault any further.

Indeed, it seemed like Mikai had thoroughly lost. She was aching all over, her armor had all but shattered, and the life in her eyes was flickering. But when she was on her last legs, she forced herself onto her feet, as the light started to shine from her chest. She screamed from the depths of her heart, before drawing a blade from that light. "CHOU HENSHIN!"

Her armor forced itself back together as she assumed her stance. Light Unicorn, the form that had come from her own personal power, was here to stand against her Mom once more. Would it be enough, however? Did she have enough gas in the tank? Or would she falter at the goal line, just as she had done so many times before?

"Dolls! Attack!"

Dictator M gave her command, and Mimoto was assaulted once again. But this time, she was ready for them. She was ready, letting loose a primal howl as the light grew stronger and stronger.

"UNICORN ERUPTION!" She used that light to stab into the ground below, as the light poured from the blade into the earth. Light that then erupted from the ground below, beams of pure power slamming their way out of these holes. Piercing each and every enemy that tried to get in the way!

Not all the Dolls got hit by this, but a good majority of them did. It was a strong technique, one that purified the Pawn corruption from them. And by thinning that crowd, she could turn the advantage onto her side!

Mimoto didn't let up. Even as the Dolls tried to come down upon her again, she drew the blade from the ground and slashed in the blink of an eye, her blade expanding with all the light she had in her heart. That light was all that she needed, slashing straight through the remaining dolls. All while her eyes were revealed as the front of her helmet cracked to reveal her determined eyes.

"Mom! You're not getting away with this!" Mimoto shouted, as she turned her blade on Dictator M... Only for her to finally realize something crucial. Thanks to the assault pouring onto her, she had lost track of the enemy. And since she had lost track of the enemy, that meant..!

The crucial realization came too late, as Mimoto was slammed to the ground by Dictator M's greatest attack. She only just barely managed to turn around and see her spinning towards her like a bullet fired from a massive gun, right before she made contact and slammed straight through her defenses. Everything that was left inside Mikai was forced out, her armor thoroughly shattering as Dictator M claimed a final victory...

"You lost track of your enemy. How many times have I told you to keep track?" Dictator M admonished her daughter. Though she didn't sound disappointed. If anything, she sounded proud of her. "You did well, but you fell at the last moment. Just as I knew you would, Mikai."

Mikai gasped and panted as she looked up at her Mom, pinning her down with all of her power. "Y-You... Why'd you turn back, Mom..?" She muttered, trying her best to try and speak. It was so difficult, because of all the pain that came from being hit with all the woman had...

"For your own sake, Mikai." Dictator M said, letting her warm smile decorate her expression. "And it's for that same sake that I will make you part of my army. Because we will not allow this city to fall to anybody except us, will we?" She was satisfied. And for that, she was going to turn the girl into her greatest soldier.

Mikai wanted to fight back against this. But then her Mom's essence started to fill her. And she was forced to let out a powerful groan, her body trembling more and more in response. She didn't want to be transformed. And yet her heart ached in delight. And yet...

Being with her Mom was good. Being at her side was perfect. Being her soldier would be the best. Protecting and conquering the city and then the world... It was the right thing to do. To be hers in every way, to be her successor, to be..!

A deep moan left Mikai's lips as she was decked out in the exact same kind of outfit as her Mom. Same sort of military leotard, no bodysuit or anything. Just a leotard and a set of decked out gauntlets and boots, as well as a cap with a smile emblazoned on the front.

Dictator M got off her daughter... No, her Successor. And the latter got up as well, saluting her commanding officer. "Successor M, ready! Let's do everything in our power to make the world ours, Mother!" She cried out, a big bright gleeful grin on her face.

Mikai's game might've ended... But it was time to Continue. And together with her Mother, she was guaranteed to make it all the way through to the true ending...

An ending where they would be the greatest rulers around..!