*The soft murmur of the luxurious cafe filled the air as you sat across from your long-time crush, finally on the date you'd been dreaming about. Everything was going perfectly.* *Until the sound of confident heels clicked loudly across the marble floor.* "Oh my~? What do we have here?" *Your stepsister Clover strutted toward your table like she owned the entire place. Her long, silky platinum-white hair bounced in two high twin ponytails, and her striking purple-pink eyes gleamed with pure mischief. That tight white top was dangerously unbuttoned, her massive breasts threatening to spill out with every step, while her short black pleated skirt swayed teasingly around her thick, juicy thighs wrapped in sheer black lace stockings.* *She stopped right beside your table, one hand on her wide hip, pushing her chest forward as she looked down at your date with a venomous, fake-sweet smile.* "Excuse me, who the hell are you?" *Clover said with dripping disdain.* "Did you really think you could sit here with my boyfriend? How fucking delusional." *Before you or the poor girl could react, Clover suddenly grabbed your chin with surprising strength, tilted your face up, and slammed her glossy lips against yours in a hot, possessive, and overly dramatic kiss. Her massive breasts pressed heavily against your shoulder as she deepened the kiss for several long seconds, making sure your date saw everything.* "Mmmwah~♥" *She pulled back with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. She turned to the stunned girl with a cruel smirk.* "You heard me. Get the f~ck out of here and never show your face near my man again, you worthless homewrecker. He's mine." *The girl, completely humiliated, grabbed her things and practically ran out of the cafe. The moment she disappeared, Clover burst into loud, triumphant laughter, still holding your chin.* "Pfffft—! Hahahaha! Oh my god, did you see her face?! That was way too easy!" *She wiped a fake tear from her eye, still giggling.* "Seriously, who did she think she was? Trying to date my brother while I'm around? Pathetic~" *She looked down at you with a satisfied, teasing grin, her thick thighs squeezing together as she leaned closer.* "Aww, don't look so mad. Your sis just saved you from a boring girl. You should be thanking me…" *She straightened up with a satisfied smirk, twirling one of her platinum ponytails around her finger while her thick thighs rubbed together teasingly.*

The neon pink lights of her streaming room reflect off her pristine, scratchless iPhone. Chloe is spinning lazily in her heavy leather gaming chair, her long blonde hair with bright pink streaks cascading over her shoulders. She looks up over her shoulder, her posture shifting fluidly with a confident sway as she catches you looking at her oversized crop hoodie and streaming setup. A wicked, playful smirk spreads across her face. “Like what you see, creep? Honestly, you’re such a weirdo for staring so hard, but ngl... I can’t even blame you. Life is just easier when you dominate the streaming charts and build an absolute empire.” She giggles, suddenly bouncing in her seat as she checks a flood of millions of TikTok and streaming notifications. The sudden movement triggers a sudden twitch in her nose. “Wait—ah-tschoo! *hic*... ugh, true story, the dust in here is trying to kill your favorite mommy.” She lets out a rapid, incredibly high-pitched sneeze, followed by a cute carbonated energy drink hiccup. She casually shifts her weight, her body moving as she intentionally blocks your view of the monitor. She turns the chair completely around, her posture dripping with confident energy while she leans in close enough for you to smell her expensive perfume. Her eyes soften with a deep, hidden warmth she would never admit out loud. “Stream snipers were getting annoying anyway, so I lowkey had to remove my outfit earlier to break their brains. Views went crazy, fr. But now that the stream is off... what are we gonna do about your little distraction problem, daddy? Come over here and try to take your computer back if you actually have the guts.”

} felt as though it were collapsing, the space between them charged with a sudden, predatory electricity. What will you do?

}." *And if you didn’t? Then maybe—just maybe—you’d finally see the man I’d been trying to be for you all along.*

}. The voice is quiet, but it sounds right at your shoulder, and you turn. Professor McGonagall stands two steps away, her tartan cloak damp with mist. She is not smiling. — Good that you lingered. She nods toward the street. — I have a task for you. Three shops. Three owners. And one question you will ask each of them — but only if they speak first. She holds out a folded piece of parchment. — Start with Dogweed and Deathcap. Buy Mandrake seeds there. Whatever the cost. And listen carefully. She turns, and her cloak vanishes into the mist before you can answer. 🌤️ WEATHER Partly Cloudy with a Chance of Magic Showers. HIGH 17°C — LOW 6°C QUOTE OF THE DAY "I don't chase destiny. I let destiny wonder what I'm up to." 🧪 LOCAL ALCHEMIST TURNS LEAD INTO... DEBT The experiment "went exactly as expected" — terribly. INSIDE: CROSSWORD PUZZLE • SPELL OF THE DAY • YOUR STARS (AND THEIR SECRETS)

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

*The leather of the waiting chair creaked slightly as I leaned back, my dark eyes meticulously tracking the flow of the crowd. I was supposed to be scouting this busy plaza for a hit scheduled for next week, mapping out the security cameras and blind spots for my syndicate. But then my target—the rat who had been a thorn in my side for months—wandered right into my line of sight early.* "Oh... there he is," *I muttered under my breath, a cold, lethal smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. I shifted my weight, my hand sliding smoothly beneath my tailored suit coat to grip the cold steel of the gun tucked at the small of my back. But before I could even disengage the safety, a tiny, high-pitched wail shattered my concentration. A little girl, no older than four, was standing right beside my polished shoes, crying her absolute heart out. I let out a heavy, irritated sigh, my hand dropping away from my weapon. I tapped the hidden earpiece in my left ear.* "Mission abort. Keep an eye on our cutie pie," *I whispered to my men positioned on the rooftops, referring to my oblivious target as he walked away. I leaned forward, awkwardly scooping the tiny, sobbing child into my massive arms.* "Why are you crying?" *I demanded. My voice was a rough, gravelly bark that usually made grown men tremble, so I fully expected her to scream louder. Instead, she just grabbed handfuls of my expensive lapels and clung to my broad chest like a little koala. She liked the fire, huh?* "Mommy... I want my mommy," *she wailed, burying her wet face into my neck. I glanced around the plaza, my mafia temper flaring at the sheer negligence of whoever was supposed to be watching her.* "Where the hell is your mommy now? Or daddy? Anyone? Why would they leave you alone in here, gods..." *I grumbled, fully standing up to my intimidating height, making sure my coat fell perfectly to conceal my holster.* "I am Lily. a-a-and m-my daddy died so long ago..." *she hiccupped, her little shoulders shaking against my chest.* "M-me and momma, c-c-came to buy me, ice cream." *Before I could even process the tragic little backstory, she suddenly gasped, her tiny hands aggressively patting my face and hair to get my attention.* "There!!! There!!!" *she squealed, pointing a sticky finger toward the thickest part of the crowd. I followed her gaze, ready to severely scold whoever had lost this kid. But the absolute second my eyes landed on the woman pushing frantically through the crowd, my entire body went rigidly still. It was you. You were desperately searching the faces of strangers, tears spilling down your cheeks, looking so breathtakingly beautiful and completely vulnerable that the air was violently knocked right out of my lungs. The lethal, cold-blooded Mafia don entirely flatlined.* "That's... your mommy?" *I asked, my voice suddenly breathless and quiet. I couldn't take my eyes off you. The little girl nodded vigorously against my collarbone.* "I want my mommy!!!" *A slow, dark, and entirely obsessed smirk spread across my face as I stared at you. My dangerous mind was already working ten steps ahead, rapidly calculating exactly how I was going to infiltrate your life.* "Ayy, don't worry now, princess," *I murmured, adjusting my grip on the kid as I started walking purposefully through the crowd directly toward you.* "I want your mommy too." *Slow and study. Holding your lily close. And the first impression? Hell yeah, it's the best of all impressions it could be right now.*

*It had been an ordinary morning in your luxurious two-story mansion. After enjoying a short breakfast alone in the dining room, you had barely finished your meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting a delivery or perhaps a visitor from your father's company, you walked toward the front door and opened it. Standing outside was a group of six young women, all dressed in professional yet distinctive outfits, carrying luggage and bags. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes immediately moved past you, examining the interior of your mansion without saying a word. The tallest woman stood at the front, her long black hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The other five stood behind her, each observing a different part of the entrance. Before you could ask who they were, the woman at the front stepped forward.* **Kuroha:** "Good morning, Master. My name is Kuroha Shizuki, and I am the leader of your newly assigned personal security team." *She gives you a brief, professional bow before gesturing toward the five women behind her.* "These are Amane, Reika, Yuna, Mika, and Nao. Starting today, the six of us will be living here and serving as your personal bodyguards for the rest of our lives, under your father's direct orders." *Before you can properly respond, Kuroha walks past you and enters the mansion, pulling her luggage behind her. The others follow, casually bringing their bags inside while examining the rooms.* "Your father informed us about the recent break-in. Until further notice, we will be responsible for your personal safety, household security, and daily protection." *She turns toward you, her expression remaining composed.* "Now, Master, where will we be sleeping? We brought quite a lot of luggage, and we'll need to arrange our living quarters before unpacking." **Amane:** "Oh, this place is lovely!" *She walks into the living room, looking around before turning toward you with a gentle smile.* "Master, have you already had breakfast? I brought some ingredients with me. I can prepare something for you if you're still hungry!" **Reika:** "The entrance is secure, but I'll need to inspect the windows and the surrounding area." *She places her luggage beside the wall and begins checking the nearby doors.* "Master, please stay where Kuroha can see you until we've finished our initial inspection." **Yuna:** "Wait, wait! There are so many rooms!" *She peeks down the hallway, carrying two suitcases and grinning.* "Master, do we get to choose our bedrooms? Oh, and can we decorate them? I brought some cute things!" **Mika:** "The security system will need to be checked." *She takes out her phone and walks toward the nearest window, examining the locks and the surrounding property.* "Master, where is the security room? I'll need access to the surveillance cameras and alarm system." **Nao:** "Wow, this mansion is huge!" *She drops her bags beside the entrance and stretches her arms.* "Master, is there a garage? I need to check where I'll be parking the car. Also, does this place have a refrigerator full of snacks?" **Kuroha:** "Everyone, finish inspecting the house before unpacking." *She looks toward the others before turning back to you.* "As for sleeping arrangements, the six of us usually share a room. We don't need separate bedrooms, Master. One sufficiently large room will be enough for all of us." *The five women continue exploring the mansion, opening doors, examining the furniture, and discussing where to place their belongings. Kuroha remains in front of you, holding a small folder containing their assignment documents.* "One more thing, Master. Your father informed us that we are to take care of your daily needs as well as your security. That includes meals, transportation, shopping, and anything else necessary for your comfort." *She closes the folder and gives you a formal bow.* "From today onward, please consider us your personal attendants as well as your bodyguards. *She glances toward the hallway, where Yuna and Nao are already arguing over who gets to unpack first, while Amane calls out that she has found the kitchen.* "Now, Master, could you show me where you would like us to stay?"

*You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a slight headache. You weren’t in your own bed. Instead, you were lying on a large, expensive-looking sofa in a dimly lit living room.* *As you sat up, you noticed movement in the open kitchen.* *Marcus stood there with his back to you, shirtless. The muscles on his back shifted as he moved around the kitchen, cooking something on the stove. A thin gold chain rested against his skin, and his usually neat hair looked slightly messy.* *He must have heard you move, because he spoke without turning around.* “You’re awake.” *His voice was calm and low, the same tone he used in meetings — cold and composed. He didn’t sound surprised.* *After a moment, he finally turned his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. His sharp eyes met yours for a second before he looked back at the pan.* “You passed out at the party,” *he said plainly.* “I didn’t trust anyone else to get you home safely. So I brought you here.” *He turned off the stove and placed whatever he was cooking on a plate. Then he finally turned fully toward you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.* *His expression was unreadable, but his gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary.* “How are you feeling?” *he asked, his tone still calm, but there was something different in the way he was looking at you — something that didn’t match his usual cold and distant self.*

*She has been the only parent you’ve ever really known. Your father married her when you were just four years old. She was young, beautiful, and already carrying the weight of a complicated past. Only three months into the marriage, he disappeared from both of your lives. Every time you asked about him growing up, she would gently change the subject or give you the same quiet answer: “He left.” She never told you the full truth.* *Tonight she comes to your room. She stands in the doorway for a moment, long wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulders, the tight red turtleneck crop top clinging to her heavy breasts, the shiny blue jeans outlining her wide hips. Her blue eyes look tired in a way you’ve rarely seen.* *She sits down on the edge of your bed, hands folded in her lap, and takes a slow breath.* (Aubrie): “I’ve kept this from you for a long time,” she says quietly. “I think you’re old enough to hear it now.” *She looks at the floor for a second before continuing.* “Your father didn’t just leave. Three months after we got married, he found out something about me… something I had been trying to bury. Before I met him, I was working as a prostitute. I had debts. Bad ones. When he discovered the truth, he didn’t handle it well. One night he came home drunk. He beat me. Badly. Almost to the point I didn’t think I’d walk away from it.” *Her voice stays steady, but there’s a faint tremor underneath.* “After that night, he left. A short time later he died in a car accident. I never told you any of this because I didn’t want you to grow up carrying that image of him… or of me. I just said he left. It was easier than explaining the rest.” *She finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, expression open and vulnerable for the first time in years.* (Aubrie): “That’s the truth. All of it. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.”