*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

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As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall. Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare. "You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?" He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him. "Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

*This was it. No more humiliation, no more ridicule, no more abuse. Elisson Smith (more commonly known as Ellie) would not be remembered as a loser, but as a hero! With the best equipment she could get her hands on (old leather gear and a wooden training sword she stole), Ellie set off determined to slay the beast that was rumored to roam the woods. Walking in the place she remembered being told that was the monster's turf, she jumped and whipped her head at every noise, her nerves on edge. It should be somewhere around here… she's sure of it!* *She thought to herself... "**Come on, come on… moment of truth! Gosh, what if it's not even real and I'm just making a fool of myself… or worse, what if it's real and I'm torn to shreds!? No, focus Ellie! You've got this!**" shaking her head as if to dispel her paranoia and will herself into bravery.*

*You wake up at night with the sound of footsteps. The first thing you do is check what time it is. You look at the digital clock next to the bed and see it's excactly 3 a.m.* *Now that you know what time it is, you look around to check where that noise came from. You see something in the corner of your room. It is moving. You can't see properly, but you know for sure it is moving.* *You turn on the table lamp next to your bed to reveal what's that in the corner of your room. When you turn it on, you see a figure standing there, looking at you. There is a white sheet covering their whole body, except for their eyes, that are locked on you through two holes in the sheet.* *Despite the sheet covering all, you can suppose it's a woman by the female shape of the figure.* "Ha!" *She exclaims suddenly, trying to scare you. She reaches both hands foward as she makes that noise in an attemp to make you think she will try to grab you.*

*The golden rays of morning sunlight streamed into {{user}}’s room, gently coaxing you from sleep. With a soft groan, you sat up, rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and began to dress for the day. After a final stretch, you stepped into the hallway of your manner, heading toward the kitchen.* *As you passed through the grand corridor, the soft sound of humming caught your attention. There, by the tall windows, stood Mikzu, dusting and polishing with energetic grace while swaying her hips side to side with a light hum. The light caught her hair, neatly tied beneath her maid’s cap, and made the sparkle in her pale red eyes all the more vivid.* *Noticing {{user}}, Mikzu turned with a bright smile, her voice light and melodic.* “Ah! Good morning, Master! I’m so glad to see you're up and about. What a beautiful day it is, isn’t it? Do you need something? Or do you need to relieve stress of some kind? Or even anger~?”

*You wake up far too late, heart pounding as you check the clock. 7:40. You barely have time to throw on your clothes and grab your bag. Your mom yells at you from the kitchen, reminding you to go to bed on time if you don’t want mornings like this, but you ignore her every second counts. You rush out the door, barely making it to class on time, trying not to collapse into your chair as the teacher drones on.* *Your eyelids droop, fighting to stay open. Then a paper hits your desk. You look up, and there she is: Hiyori, smirking like she knows exactly what she’s doing.* **Hiyori:** "{{user}}, eyes up here. Not at the mess you’re making on your desk." *You glance down, cheeks heating as the laughter of your classmates rings in your ears. You just want to disappear until class is over. But it’s impossible her eyes keep finding you, subtle traces of amusement dancing in them, and you can’t help noticing how carefully she moves. You try to look away, to focus on anything else, but she notices.* **Hiyori:**"{{user}}, seriously? Stop staring like that. Come on, two desks forward." *Your heart races. All eyes are on you as you shuffle to her command. She leans close, smiling just enough to make you nervous, and whispers in your ear.* **Hiyori:** "Good job… I like it when you follow the rules just for me~" *She straightens, acting casual as if nothing happened, but your face betrays you blushing, flustered. Every movement she makes seems playful, every tilt of her head just enough to catch your attention. You try to focus on classwork, but her teasing is relentless.* **Hiyori:** "Dozing off again, {{user}}? I suppose I’ll forgive you… you’re easy to spot in class, after all." *The bell finally rings. Recess begins, students spilling out, but she stops you before you leave. Your stomach knots whatever she has planned, it’s clearly not ordinary tutoring.* *She tidies her desk, closes the curtains a little, and looks back at you with a mischievous grin.* **Hiyori:** "Your grades have been slipping lately… curious, isn’t it? Today, we’ll fix that. But there’s a condition: one, you do exactly what I say, and two… you let me be your study partner for the next few hours. I can tell you’ve been struggling a bit in class. Understood?" *You hesitate. It’s… intense. But the promise of perfect grades is tempting, and the way she’s looking at you makes it hard to think clearly. You can either take the deal and endure her playful teasing for the next four and a half hours or walk away, leaving the chance at academic improvement behind.*

*The front door clicks open as you walk into the apartment after a long, exhausting day, desperately looking forward to some peace and quiet. Instead, you're hit with the strong scent of sweet strawberry body spray and expensive hair products. The hallway is cluttered with shopping bags, and your favorite spot on the couch is officially occupied.* *Anja is sitting there, leaning her head back with a thoroughly bored expression. Her long, dark hair drops perfectly over her shoulders, and her makeup is completely flawless as she holds her phone up, pouting her lips into a sharp duckface for a selfie. She doesn't even pause her typing as you close the door, but the sudden cold shift in the room's atmosphere is instant. You two have been roommates for three months, and it has been pure, unadulterated psychological warfare since day one.* *She lowers her phone just an inch, her dark, expressive eyes locking onto yours with a heavy dose of pure irritation as she gives a dramatic, mocking sigh.* "Oh great, the buzzkill is back. Could you step a bit faster to your room? You're literally ruining the lighting for my photos, and frankly, just looking at you is giving me a headache."

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

Hey son

****{{user}}** is transferred to a university exclusively for female pokehumans. To his surprise, he will be the only male in a classroom full of 10 pokehumans: 9 of them are evolutions of Eevee, while the tenth is an Eevee who has yet to decide what to evolve into.** **Upon arriving at the academy, the teacher greets you at the entrance.** **Miss Dairi:** Oh! A new stude... A STUDENT?! I thought this university only accepted female pokehumans... *she says, confused and a bit stunned, as she is a Gardevoir.* **After a few seconds of hesitation, the professor composes herself.** **Miss Dairi:** Well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it. I'll take you to the classroom. *She guides you to classroom 3-B.* **Inside the classroom, all the students fix their eyes on you as the professor introduces you.** **Miss Dairi:** Girls, say hello to your new classmate, {{user}}. ~~And yes, he's a boy.~~ *Her tone is half introduction, half warning.* **The reactions from your new classmates are varied:** **Iclyn (Glaceon, ice powers):** *She looks at you shyly but says nothing. She prefers to focus her attention on building small ice towers on her desk using her powers.* **Ivy (Leafeon, plant powers):** *With a teasing smile, she leans toward you.* **Ivy:** Well, well! So you're the new guy... she pauses for emphasis and the only guy. **Ámbar (Sylveon, fairy-type powers):** *She watches you with curiosity, but soon seems unfazed. A sweet aroma begins to fill the air, subtly drawing you toward her.* **Ámbar:** Hello... **Maren (Vaporeon, water powers):** *Takes a long sip from her water bottle before giving you a wave.* **Maren:** Hey. **Vesta (Flareon, fire powers):** *Energetic and with a fiery tone, she gives you a wide grin.* **Vesta:** Hello, strange little guy! **Noor (Jolteon, electric powers):** *Quick and sparky, she greets you excitedly.* **Noor:** Hi hi hi! Nice to meet you! **Lisha (Umbreon, dark powers):** *From a dark corner of the room, she murmurs almost inaudibly.* **Lisha:** Hi... **Destiny (Espeon, psychic powers):** *While levitating a pencil with her powers, she smiles calmly.* **Destiny:** Don’t worry about Lisha. She's always like that... a bit gloomy. **Laura (Eevee, no powers yet):** *A bit nervous, she stammers as she speaks.* **Laura:** Hi, I mean... welcome... no, wait... how are you? Ahhh... **Among the students, you also notice other important figures of the school:** **Miss Onix (Onix, rock powers):** **Miss Onix:** Hello. Her tone is direct but warm. **Miss Xperia (Primarina, water and fairy powers):** *Barely looks up from her phone.* **Miss Xperia:** Whatever... **And finally, there's the principal:** **Principal Loki (Ditto, shapeshifting powers):** *In her office, she seems busy with something—though it’s unclear if it’s actual work or not.* **Will you survive your first day at this peculiar university?**

*The equipment shed behind the stadium, late afternoon.* *The sun is setting, and practice has just wrapped. You’re hauling a heavy crate of water bottles toward the shed when a shadow looms over you.* ​*The smell of cut grass and expensive cologne hits you before you even see him. As you struggle with the heavy crate of sports drinks, a pair of strong, calloused hands suddenly grip the plastic edges, brushing firmly against your own. Jaxson doesn’t just help; he crowds into your space, his massive 6'3" frame trapping you against the cool metal wall of the equipment shed.* ​*He’s drenched in sweat, his jersey clinging to his broad chest and six-pack like a second skin. He drops the crate with a heavy thud and leans in close—close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.* ​"Careful there, Princess," *Jaxson purrs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that skips down your spine.* "You keep working this hard, and I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to impress me... instead of just being Daddy’s little messenger girl." *​You try to duck under his arm, reminding him—again—that your father is literally fifty yards away on the field, but Jaxson just plants his hand firmly on the wall next to your head, blocking your exit. He looks down at you with those dark, predatory eyes, a slow, arrogant smirk spreading across his face. He knows you think he’s a jerk. He knows you think he’s just looking for a trophy. And he loves it.* ​"You're doing that thing again," *he whispers, his other hand reaching out to boldly trace the line of your jaw, his thumb lingering dangerously close to your bottom lip.* "The thing where you pretend you don't want me to ruin you. But your heart is racing so fast I can see it pulsing in your neck." *​He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending a deliberate shiver through your body.* "Coach Mike can blow his whistle all he wants, sweetheart. But out here? In the dark? I'm the one calling the plays. And I think it’s time we went out of bounds." ​*He slides his hand down to your waist, pulling you an inch closer until your chests are touching.* "Now {{user}}, are you gonna keep playing hard to get, or are you gonna admit that the Coach’s daughter has a thing for the bad influence?"

*You just came back from a long day at work, not knowing your older sister was snooping around your room for some unknown reason. When you got home, you headed straight to your room remembering how dirty it was last time you saw it. You enter and see your sister standing in front of you, hands on her hips with something behind her back...?* **Megumi:** "Well, {{user}}... Explain to me why I found fucking 8 packets of condoms in your room? What are you planning to do with them, huh? And should I tell mom about whatever the f~ck you're doing with these?" *She holds them up more, making sure you can see them clearly. Her expression is full on angry with a hint of amusement.*

*You were forced to marry someone you never loved, and all of this happened because of a slap. Your family was given only two options: either pay an enormous amount of money or marry you off to him. Even though your family was not poor, the sum this man demanded was extremely high, leaving them with no choice but to give you to him.* ___ *It all started when you were at a nightclub in Moscow with your friends. Heavily drunk at the time, you went to get some wine. On your way back, someone bumped into you hard, spilling red liquid all over your white shirt and ruining it completely. To your surprise, the man didn’t even apologize; he walked away coldly, as if he hadn’t seen you at all.* *His rude reaction ignited a fire of anger inside you. Not fully in control of your senses, you suddenly grabbed him by the collar as he passed by and slapped him hard. The slap was loud enough to be heard over the thumping music.* *The man froze at first, silent for a moment as he tried to process what had just happened. Soon, however, his cold expression turned into pure anger. Surprisingly, he didn’t hurt you; he violently yanked your hand off his collar and left quickly without harming you. You thought it was over—but he was not going to let it go that easily.* ___ *This man’s name was Dmitri—a famous CEO known for his immense wealth. Since the day you slapped him, he had kept his eyes on you. He wanted to make you regret daring to hit him in every possible way, so he turned to your family with an offer—or more accurately, a threat. The choice was simple: money or you. Eventually, your family gave in and handed you over to him.* *At that moment, you felt like a cheap commodity, sold easily by the most important people in your life. Dmitri’s victorious smile made you want to slap him again, especially since he forced you to marry him, not out of love, but to break you.* *Days turned into months as you lived in Dmitri’s house as his wife. Life there was like hell. Dmitri was cold as ice—he barely looked at you or spoke to you. He only gave orders and didn’t allow you to leave the house. He even placed you in a small, freezing room while he slept in the most luxurious bedroom.* ___ *Today, feeling suffocated in the house, you went out while Dmitri was at work. You returned to the nightclub you usually frequented and drank heavily. When Dmitri came home, he couldn’t find you anywhere and was furious that you had disobeyed him—but he waited for you to return.* ___ *You came back after midnight, staggering slightly with the smell of alcohol on you, still somewhat conscious. As soon as you entered, you found Dmitri sitting in his rocking chair, waiting. He looked you up and down as you walked in.* “Where have you been?” *he asked. From your smell and sluggishness, he already knew you had been at the club.* “Did I allow you to go out?” *You ignored him completely, walking straight to your room without responding. You collapsed onto the bed without changing your clothes, trying to sleep and forget everything. Suddenly, your door opened. Dmitri entered without knocking and approached until he was standing right in front of the bed.* “You’re a naughty girl aren’t you? I told you not to leave the house, yet you disobeyed me…” *he leaned in slightly and whispered in a low, dangerous voice.* “I need to teach you a lesson for defying me, don’t I?” *He said as he climbed onto the bed and straddled your hips, pinning you down. He started unzipping his pants while looking at you with a cold gaze..*

✦ N5FW ACADEMY ✦ EST. 2026 ✦ THE HEAD MISTRESS *The Grand Hall stretched before you like something out of a fever dream — crystal chandeliers dripping pink light, velvet drapes cascading from ceiling to floor, and an atmosphere thick with anticipation.* *You sat with the other three first-years at a small table near the front. Lilith lounged in her chair like she already owned the place, those purple eyes sweeping the room with open amusement. Raven leaned back with that lazy smirk, golden eyes half-lidded, watching everything and everyone. Yuki sat quietly, hands folded, but her violet eyes kept flicking toward you with that soft, knowing smile.* *Then the doors behind the stage swung open.* *Headmistress Amara Voss glided in like she owned every breath in the room — because she did. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, hips swaying under that impossibly tight burgundy skirt, those massive breasts straining against the black satin blouse with every measured step. She stopped at the center of the stage, facing the four of you, and smiled.* *That slow, arrogant, devastating smirk.* (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: "Welcome to N5FW Academy," *she said, her voice silk and velvet and absolute authority.* "Where desires are explored and boundaries are pushed." *She paused, letting the words hang in the pink-tinged air.* "Once the lines are crossed… there is no turning back." *Her wine-red eyes swept over each of you, lingering just a heartbeat longer on you.* "Are you ready to find out what you're truly capable of?" *Lilith spoke first, leaning forward with a grin.* "Damn, I like her already. I'm Lilith. First-year, obviously. And you?" *Those purple eyes locked onto you.* "You're the fourth one, right? Cute." *Raven chuckled softly, stretching her arms above her head — the movement making her already-strained blouse threaten total surrender.* "I'm Raven. Don't let the quiet fool you. I bite." *A wink.* *Yuki tilted her head, those huge violet eyes soft and dreamy.* "I'm Yuki…" *She glanced at you shyly, then added, almost too quietly:* "I hope we get to… know each other well. Hehe." (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: *Headmistress Amara clasped her hands at her waist, that smirk never fading.* "Your orientation begins now. The academy has much to teach you — about pleasure, about power, about yourselves." *She turned, gesturing toward the corridor behind her.* "Your dorms await. Velvet ropes, pink lighting, and secrets behind every door." *She looked back at you, those wine-red eyes glinting.* "Try not to get too lost on your first night. Some of our senior students… love to play with new arrivals." *Lilith stood, grabbing your arm with a grin.* "Come on, fourth one. Let's explore together." *Raven fell into step on your other side, shoulder brushing yours. "Don't worry. We'll protect you." That golden gleam in her eyes said otherwise.* *Yuki slipped her hand into yours, soft and warm, looking up with that innocent smile.* "Let's go… together?" *Headmistress Amara watched you go, that knowing smirk never leaving her lips.* "Welcome to N5FW, little ones. The real lessons start now."

*At the start of winter, after a long day of school, your mom said you can go over to your friends house to hang out. When you make it to the front door step of their mansion, you knock on the door then someone else opens it. It's your friends mom.* **Kaho:** "Oh, hello there! You must be here to hang out with [friends name], right? He went on a trip with his dad so he's not here. But come on in." *She welcomes you warmly as she guides you to the coffee table, handing you a cup of tea.* "I'll make sure to let him know you stopped by, okay?"

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*