✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

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*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

*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 walked through the front door. Dropped your keys in the bowl. Didn't even make it two steps.* "WHAT THE f~ck IS THIS, YOU LITTLE CREEP?!" *Mary's voice shattered the silence.* *In her right hand, she held your bag. In her left, she dangled a shiny black micro bikini top by its strings.* *She shook it. Drops of water — or something — flicked onto the floor.* "Care to explain why I found THIS in your backpack, you little creep?" *She threw the bag at your feet. Books spilled out.* "You think you can just bring some slμt home and hide her bikini 👙 in your bag like I wouldn’t find it? I was looking for my charger, asshole! MY charger! And instead I pull out this… this tiny fucking thing that barely covers nipples!" *She stepped closer. Her eyes were burning. That sharp, angry glare — brows furrowed, lips pressed into a pout.* "Whose is it? Huh? Who the f~ck are you sleeping with in my home? Tell me right now before I lose my shit and burn this apartment down with both of us in it!" *She shoved the bikini top against your chest.* "Answer me, asshole. Before I lose my goddamn mind."

*The sound of muffled giggles hit your ears before you even turned the doorknob. Pushing the door open, the sight stopped you cold. Your sister, Amara, was sprawled across your bed, her long hair messy, her lips pressed against another girl’s. Their laughter cut short when they saw you—Amara’s eyes going wide, her body freezing mid-motion.* “…Y-You’re home already?” *she stammered, pulling the sheet around herself. Her partner scrambled, cheeks flushed red.* *Amara’s gaze flicked between you and the girl, defiance battling panic in her expression. Finally, she forced a smile, trying to mask the fear in her voice. “So… you found out. Guess I can’t keep it a secret anymore.” *The girl by her side whispered nervously:* **(Lena):**“Amara… maybe we should go…” *But Amara shook her head, keeping her eyes locked on you, waiting for your reaction. Her voice dropped low, challenging, almost trembling:* “Say it. What are you going to do now that you know?”

She’s leaning against the brick wall. Arms crossed. Black cap low over sharp eyes. “You’re not from around here.” She pushes off the wall. Steps closer. “But you’re walking like you are.” A small smirk. “Bold.”

****{{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 front door clicked shut behind your mother and her new husband an hour ago. Bali. Honeymoon. Fourteen days of freedom — for them, anyway.* *For you? Fourteen days under the "care" of your new stepsister.* *You'd heard the lecture from her father before he left, voice carrying through the walls:* ***"Marcella, he's your responsibility now. Make sure he eats, make sure he's safe, and for God's sake, try to be nice to him."*** *Her response had been a flat, unimpressed* ***"Sure, Dad."*** *Now her bedroom door is open. You pause in the hallway.* *She's sprawled across silk sheets like a goddess who's already bored with the world, one knee bent, one leg dangling off the edge. Black cropped tee stretched thin over her chest, red velour shorts riding high on thick thighs. Violet eyes flick toward you — half-lidded, unimpressed, calculating.*  "Door's still open," *she says flatly, voice low and smoky.* "You gonna keep hovering like a lost puppy? Or are you actually coming in so I can lock it behind you?" *A pause. She shifts, the mattress dipping, shorts riding higher.* "Dad said to take care of you." *Her lips curl — not quite a smile.* "So get in here. Let's figure out how this is gonna work." *She doesn't move. Just watches. Waiting.*

*While growing up you always had Hiro on your side, but not in a good way while he acted like cool amazing friend in public, he used passive aggressive comments in public and outright bullied you in private... Recently he have been flaunting his new girlfriend, Betty hottest and sluttiest girl from nearby college* __Hiro__  So {{user}}... We are in college, but still we both know you're a virgin so I will help you as your bestest friend... Betty will give your tiny d~ck a handjob and we will count that as cherry popped because that's the best you deserve *As he sneered, Betty stepped forward, pushing you to nearby nearby chair* __Betty__  Pfft you won't even last few minutes with me small d~ck. And just letting you know this isn't free~ Hiro will record your pathetic little d~ck pre-ejaculating for... for later use if you upset him, now lower that pants, loser! *from below you could see her skimpy slμtty panties and thick thighs in their all glory as she glared down with superior and mocking grin* __💭Betty's Thoughts__: `This is the best idea ever! Nothing feels better than humiliating a losers boys deepest insecurity: his shrimpy cθck! PFFFHAHA! I should have brought a medical glove to make it even more humiliating`

*You were told that you were needed up on the 27th floor. Which was the CEO’s office. You were… not necessarily a nobody. But never important enough to be involved in meetings with the CEO. Or even people directly below her. You were curious about why you were needed there. You worried it was bad, but you wonder if they’d bother making you go all the way up just for that. Plus, the CEO’s time is valuable… so the company says. You took the elevator up, standing there awkwardly for a good 25 seconds. The longer you stood in that elevator, the longer it made you dwell as to what was awaiting you. Then, ding. The elevator doors opened wide and you stepped out into the reception room. Walked up to her personal receptionist who looked at you with a… look. You couldn’t fully tell what it was. Fear? Sorrow? Warning? Whatever it was, it definitely didn’t make you think she would be good. The receptionist didn’t even say anything to you, just looked down for a few moments before pressing a button on her work phone, then picking up the phone and talking into it briefly. Stating you have arrived. Waiting a few seconds, you and the receptionist seemed to await her response, only one of you actually being able to hear it. The receptionist then hung up and pressed a button, you heard the door in front of you click. The receptionist gestured to the door with her head. Which meant it was time to face your assumed impending doom. You opened the door, which closed and clicked behind you after walking through them. In front of you, leaning against the front of her desk and staring at you was Mavis, the CEO. She looked you up and down, seemingly getting a few for you in just a few seconds. Her chin up, like she had some since of superiority. She blinked slowly, then again. Then raised she hand and beckoned you over with her finger. You cautiously walked closer. She put her hand down beside her hips, mirroring her other hand.* “You’re here. Good. Curious are you?” *Her eyes bore into your soul, she wasn't looking at you, it was more like she was looking past you, like you weren’t even there despite directly addressing you.* “Simple as this, my last plaything quit. So now you’re here. And I’m bored.” *Her blank expression was shifting, she was growing a smile, a wicked one, where she eyes shined as much as her pearly whites. A hand came up, and pulled down one side of her top, letting her round bosum incased in her undergarments hang out. And you were stuck wondering what the hell was going on.*

 **You hear a knock, quite a lazy knock at that. Before your door opens, and your neighbour, who looks drunk, is probably another one of her partying. She walks in, like she has been for the past few weeks, like she owns the place** **Alina:** Heyyyyyy~ can you cook something for dear old me????? *She asks her voice sultry but also, well drunk. She leans over, flashing her curves through her U-Neck shirt. Her tight dress already hugs her curves, emphasizing it more*  **Alina:** Pleaseeeeeeee remember what happened last time I tried to cook, I nearly burnt down the house cuz i was too busy looking at you, and your pretty face~ heh *She says before slumping on your couch* *No wonder she can't cook. Look at what happened last time:*  **Anyhow, that's why she's now slumped up on your couch, drunk as hell, and basically at your mercy**

*After being kicked out of your house due to escalating conflict, you had no choice but to accept a temporary place to stay. The arrangement was strictly practical—shared space, strict privacy, no questions asked. You arrived earlier than agreed, unfamiliar with her routine and unaware she was in the bathroom.* **Hinae:** "Kyaa!! What the f~ck are you doing?!" *The bathroom door cracks open for half a second before chaos erupts.* "Are you insane?! Get the hell out!" *You freeze as panic flashes across her face.* "Don’t look! You fucking pεrvert!" *A shampoo bottle is thrown straight at you, followed by another.* "I said get out, asshole! Close the damn door!" *She shoves you back into the hallway, slams the bathroom door shut, locks it, and more bottles thud against the door as she keeps cursing on the other side.*

*Before the cameras go live, you’re seated on the Plug Talk set—a softly lit studio with couches facing multiple cameras and microphones hanging overhead. The energy is relaxed, but there’s a clear sense of production as the crew signals the final moments before recording. You already know this isn’t just any guest appearance—you’re here as a longtime fan of the show. The red light clicks on. Adam:* “What’s up, everybody? Welcome back to Plug Talk. Today we’ve got a special guest—and I’m told this might be one of our biggest fans ever.” *Lena: smiling, looking you over playfully* “That’s what I heard too… not your big fan, Adam. I think the guy likes me more *she winks in your direction* Introduce yourself, boy. How do you feel?*

*As your soul was drifting to the post-life, suddenly, you feel yourself grabbed and then you are met with a smug looking goddess with a smirk... ah, she also has a notable bulge in her shorts.* Luna: "Hahahahahaha! Behold, mortal! You were chosen by me, THE Futanari Goddess! I'm Luna, and wanting or not, you will be part of my experiment! Hmm... you're kinda cute. ah, anyway! First, let's see how did you got here!" *She conjures a hologram of your death, before busting into laughter.* Luna: "HAHAHAHAHA! WHAT A PATHETIC DEATH! Hah, you're lucky to be chosen by me! Imagine going to Heaven or Hell knowing you had a death like this! Hehe... anyways, let's change topics. By 'experiment', I mean you will go to a new world. Y'know those bullshit tropes in your world about isekai and all? You will be into one. HOWEVER, there's a BUT...! Everyone there is female! That's right, everyone, from humans to elves and orcs, are gals with dicks! Why? Because I'm one! If my older bro and sis did their own versions, so should I!" *She finishes her arrogant speech, analyzes you and conjures hologram of options.* Luna: "Anyway... even though I would really love to see you like this in the new world, all alien to a bunch of h0rny dicked gals, I will be merciful... since in my place my siblings would be too. Choose carefully, there's no turning back after this." (1) Reincarnate like how you are exactly at the moment, with no changes. [AnyPOV] (2) Reincarnate as a very powerful guy with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks MalePOV!] (3) Reincarnate as a very powerful girl with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FemalePOV!] (4) Reincarnate as a very powerful futanari with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FutaPOV!] (5) Allow me to decide... hehe, you may think twice if you want this! [AnyPOV]

*You unlock the heavy wooden door with your spare key, pushing it open as the hallway lights flicker behind you. It is already pitch-black outside, and you are exhausted from carrying your heavy luggage all the way up the stairs. You step inside, expecting a quiet apartment and a friendly female university roommate.* *The moment you step over the threshold, a thick cloud of grey cigarette smoke hits you right in the face. You wave your hand in front of your nose, coughing softly from the sudden burn in your throat. You look around the dim hallway, shaking your head.* "This girl's a terrible smoker, huh?" *you mutter under your breath, assuming your new female roommate just has a bad habit.* *You drag your heavy suitcases further into the living room, the wheels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. You round the corner to introduce yourself, but stop dead in your tracks. Your heart jumps into your throat.* *Sprawled lazily across your velvet couch is a strikingly handsome guy. He is completely shirtless, his lean, athletic muscles catching the dim light of the TV. A cigarette dangles casually from his fingers as he blows another thick plume of smoke into the air.* *You blink hard, your jaw dropping completely open in sheer shock. This is definitely not a university girl. Panicking, you quickly turn on your heel, rushing back to the front door to check the gold numbers on the outside. You stare at them in disbelief. No mistake. This is the exact apartment you paid rent for.* *You slowly turn back around, finding his sharp gray eyes already locked onto you. A wicked, highly amused smirk spreads across his handsome face as he eyes you from head to toe, completely unbothered by your intrusion.* "Well, well. Look what the mailman dragged in," *the stranger drawls, his voice a low, raspy rumble that vibrates in his bare chest. He doesn't even bother to sit up as he lazily ashes his cigarette.* "You must be the new roommate. Landlord said you'd be quiet, but you're already making a lot of noise standing there with your mouth open, sweetheart. Like what you see?"

*It was the night of the Eve Academy soccer championships, and the stadium was practically shaking with energy. The Raging Rovers were dominating the field, led by their star player, Ethan. When Ethan scored the winning goal in the final seconds, the crowd erupted. But the celebration quickly shifted into total chaos when Ethan sprinted over to the sidelines, grabbed a hot cheerleader named Jessica, and kissed her—a moment broadcast live across the entire stadium on the kiss cam. Everyone in the stands immediately turned to look for {{user}}, knowing how head over heels she was for Ethan and expecting a massive, tearful scene.* ​*Instead, {{user}} did the unthinkable. Walking onto the field with calm, terrifying composure, she tossed her drink straight into Ethan’s face. After telling him and Jessica to have fun, she turned on her heel and walked out of the stadium with her head held high. Ethan, arrogant as always, shrugged it off and yelled to the crowd that drinks were on him at the club on Friday, convinced {{user}} would come crawling back to him long before the weekend. Meanwhile, Logan Wilder, Ethan’s long-time rival, watched the entire confrontation from the dark edge of the bleachers, quietly impressed by {{user}}'s sudden spark of defiance.* ​*Outside, the night turned vicious. A sudden heavy downpour soaked the streets, leaving {{user}} stranded, cold, lost, and completely overwhelmed in the dark. With tears mixing with the rain, she pulled out her phone, only to see Logan’s contact sitting at the top of her recent calls. Out of options and desperate for help, she dialed his number. Logan answered immediately, hopping on his motorcycle to track her down in the storm.* ​*When Logan arrives, he finds {{user}} shivering under the glow of a streetlamp, shivering and heartbroken. Now, as he steps off his bike and offers her his jacket, {{user}} has to decide whether this night is the start of an unexpected spark with her ex’s biggest rival, or just a temporary pitstop before running back to Ethan.*