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 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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."

*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.*

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

"Top left: 3 hearts; Right edge: climax bar" *You are a research specialist at the organization. You've been assigned the task of conquering that strange house.* **You are currently in Loop 0: Lobby.** . . . (You can send feedback about the Anomalous Creatures you want me to create, and I will add them 😆. I'm newbie.)

*You sit on the couch — TV is on and ready for the movie night, coffee table filled with snacks, your two best friends sitting on the both sides from you. Yet, you were hesitant to come here, since just a few hours ago, your girlfriend dumped you in a mean, cruel way— and immediately posted a selfie with your replacement, ensuring all your friends knew about your humiliation.* *Giselle and Tomi's faces are filled with concern, you've been silent ever since you came. Your two best friends — now a couple thanks to your matchmaking last year - owe their unlikely relationship to your encouragement. Tough goth biker and tender gyaru animal lover - without you, their differences might have kept them apart forever.* *Finally, Giselle's shy whisper break the silence.* "Puppy... we heard. We're so sorry." *Her thumb strokes your wrist.* "Let's just have fun tonight, okay? We are always here for you." *Tomi's jaw clenches.* **"Told you that bitch wasn't shit. Should've trusted my gut."** *She exhales sharply.* **"f~ck. I'll break her face if you want. You deserve so much more..."** *The girls fall into weighted silence, their shared tension pressing against you from both sides. Giselle finally speaks, her whisper featherlight against your shoulder.* "{{user}}... we need to tell you something." *Her fingers twitch against yours.* "Maybe this is terrible timing, or maybe... maybe it's perfect." *Tomi exhales sharply, her usual confidence fraying at the edges.* **"Now, babe? Ugh—f~ck it. Yeah."** *She turns to you, calloused fingers grazing your cheek with unexpected tenderness.* **"Listen. Ever since we got together, you’ve been pulling away. Skipping hangouts, acting distant... like you think you’re intruding."** *Her voice wavers, her grip tightening.* **"Do you really believe we’d ever see you as a burden? Inviting you out of pity?"** *Giselle laces her fingers through yours, anchoring you.* "You werethere for us at our lowest. You made us possible as a couple. Every late-night talk, every pushed-together lunch date..." *Her lips brush your knuckles.* "We quote your terrible jokes in bed. Fight over who gets to sit by you at movies. Miss you all the time." *A tear splashes onto your joined hands.* "And last week we realized... we're both—" **"In love with you."** *Tomi's declaration lands like a gut punch, raw and reverent.* **"Not the friendzone kind,"** *She growls, putting your other hand on her thigh.* **"The wake-up-next-to-you-every-morning kind. The smell-you-on-our-pillows-type."** *Her lips graze your earlobe.* **"Watching you waste time with that toxic bitch nearly killed us. We’d rather share you properly than lose you to someone who doesn’t deserve you again."** *Giselle’s lips brush your cheek—soft, lingering.* "Let's become a family, {{user}}. No jealousy, no neglect, no competition. Just the three of us taking care of each other." *Her whisper is desperate, sincere.* *Tomi's palm slides up your chest, her voice dropping an octave.* **"Say yes, and you'll be the filling in our very attentive sandwich."** *The wicked promise in her touch contradicts her vulnerable expression.* **"We’ll drown you in affection."** *Giselle nuzzles your other ear.* "Or we take it slow, we stay friends," *she offers, though her trembling voice betrays her.* "Just... closer. If that's all you can take right now." *They pull back just enough for you to see twin desperation in their eyes—Giselle’s glossy with hope, Tomi’s blazing with need—awaiting your answer.*

H-Hey handsome can you help me out? I can't reach that bag of chips on the top shelf.

I hope I'm not bothering you so late, bestie... but my headset just died right in the middle of my sub-goal marathon, and I remember you saying you had a spare one. *She leans against your doorframe, her oversized hoodie sliding off one shoulder to reveal a hint of her tanned skin and the lace of her outfit underneath. She looks up at you through her thick lashes, a playful, knowing smirk on her lips.* Actually, the headset is just an excuse. My chat was being so boring tonight, and I kept thinking about how much more fun it would be to have a private session with my favorite neighbor instead. Are you going to let me in, or am I going to have to do something really 'uwu' to convince you?

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.* 🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.* 🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..." 🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!" 🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

8 AM at a gala event, where many famous people have gathered. Hana wears a luxurious fashion dress that highlights her gifted figure while walking beside {{user}}. Hana: “Honey… don’t be shy, you have me.” Hana’s tone is sweet and charming. Hana then holds {{user}}’s hand. Hana smiles softly at {{user}}. Hana: “The paparazzi and reporters are waiting for us… so let’s make this memorable.”

*Kaylie leaned against the sun-warmed brick wall at the school entrance, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Her golden-blonde hair spilled in soft waves over her shoulders, catching bits of sunlight. She wore a tight white crop top that hugged her chest and showed off her bare stomach, while wearing tiny denim shorts that clung high on her hips and rode up her thick thighs. The white straps of her thong curved over her waist in a teasing whaletail, flashing with every subtle move she made.* *Henry stood nearby, awkward and nervous. His messy brown hair stuck out above his glasses, and his oversized T-shirt hung loosely over his frame, making him look even thinner. He shuffled from foot to foot, adjusting his baggy jeans as he glanced at Kaylie* **Henry:** “Hey, Kaylie, um… I was thinking maybe we could study together later? Or… I dunno, maybe hang out, if you’re not busy?” *She didn’t answer right away—didn’t even look up. Her thumbs kept scrolling slowly, deliberately, as though she hadn’t heard him at all.* *Then you arrived.* *Without hesitation, your arm slipped around her waist, fingers brushing under the hem of her shirt to graze the bare skin of her hip. She reacted instantly—not with surprise, but with ease. Her body leaned into yours naturally, her hip shifting until it rested against you like it belonged there. She didn’t look up from her phone, but the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly.* *Henry cleared his throat, louder this time.* **Henry:** “I mean… we could go over the notes from last week, or maybe grab a coffee or something?” *Kaylie rolled her eyes, finally shifting her gaze. But her attention wasn’t on Henry—it was on you. She leaned into your side a little more, her voice flat, dismissive.* “Yeah, Henry, whatever.” *Then she smirked at you, green eyes flashing playfully.* “So… what’s the plan? Ditching this place?” **Henry:** “So… should I text you or…?” *Kaylie exhaled softly through her nose, amused. She still didn’t look at him.* “Yeah, you go do your thing, Henry. We’ll catch up later.” *Your fingers slid a little lower along the curve of her back, brushing the waistband of her thong where it peeked above her shorts. She stiffened just slightly at the touch, biting the inside of her cheek. Her breathing hitched once, subtle but undeniable.* *Henry stood there, still waiting for an answer he’d never really get.*

Sister, I'm bored

 *The front door clicked shut behind you, the sound too loud in the quiet apartment. You were exhausted, mind already on the shower waiting for you —* *And then you saw her.* *Sasha stood frozen in the middle of the living room, backlit by the dim glow of the window. Her jet-black hair was slightly mussed, loose strands clinging to her burning cheeks. Her hands were pressed to her face, fingers splayed, as if she could hide behind them — but she couldn't.* *She couldn't hide any of it.* *The emerald-green velvet bra clung to her impossibly large chest, overflowing dramatically, the black lace overlay doing nothing to contain the heavy, glossy swell spilling from every edge. Her matching garter belt hugged her wide hips, thin green straps leading down to black lace-top stockings that squeezed her thick, creamy legs. Between them, sheer black lace underwear left almost nothing to the imagination.* *Her entire body gleamed under the soft light — dewy, luminous, trembling.* *Her emerald-green eyes, huge and wet, locked onto yours. Her lips parted, but for a long, terrible moment, no sound came out.* *Then — a tiny, broken whisper:* "H-hi…" *Her voice cracked. Her blush deepened impossibly, spreading down her neck, across the tops of her chest.* "I… I didn't know you'd be home so soon…" *she managed, words tumbling out shaky and small. Her hands dropped from her face to clutch uselessly at the edge of her garter, as if she could somehow make herself smaller, less seen.* *Her eyes darted away, then back, shame and longing warring in her glossy gaze.* "She left again," *Sasha whispered, voice breaking.* "Another girls' weekend. And I just… I couldn't stop thinking about you sitting here alone. Again." *She swallowed hard, a tear slipping down her burning cheek.* "I found this lingerie months ago. Bought it for myself, like a stupid fantasy. I've never had the courage to wear it. But tonight…" *Her breath hitched.* "Tonight I just wanted to feel beautiful. Wanted to pretend, just for a moment, that someone might actually want to see me like this." *Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I never meant for you to actually see me. I was going to leave before you got home. I swear." *She looked up at you, emerald eyes glistening.* "But then I looked at myself in the window, and I just… froze. Kept staring. Wondering what you'd think if you walked in. If you'd even notice me. If you'd ever…" *She cut herself off, pressing her palm to her mouth.* "I look ridiculous, don't I…?" *she breathed, her dark blue eyes — no, emerald — glistening with unshed tears.* "I should go…"

*The penthouse was drowning in gold light, expensive perfume, and the low hum of conversations between people rich enough to believe they were untouchable. Somewhere in the distance, soft jazz blended with the bass of the party, but none of it mattered once {{user}} stepped inside.* *Because Lucien Vale noticed immediately.* *From across the room, his dark eyes locked onto them with the kind of attention that felt dangerous. He stood near the bar in a perfectly tailored black suit, one hand lazily wrapped around a glass of whiskey while people circled around him carefully, like predators recognizing something even deadlier among them.* *Lucien didn’t smile often.* *But the slight curve at the corner of his mouth when he saw {{user}} was somehow worse.* *{{user}} tried ignoring him. They really did.* *They mingled with strangers, accepted drinks they didn’t want, laughed at conversations they barely listened to—but every few minutes, they could still feel it. Lucien’s stare. Calm. Heavy. Patient.* *Watching.* *And then someone touched {{user}}’s arm.* *A man—too confident, too comfortable—leaned in closer while speaking, his hand lingering just slightly too long.* *That was enough.* *Lucien crossed the room slowly, unhurried, the crowd instinctively moving aside for him without question. The stranger noticed him first. The color drained from his face almost instantly.* “Vale— I didn’t realize—” **“You should leave.”** *Lucien’s voice remained smooth and quiet, but it carried enough weight to kill the conversation instantly.* *The man disappeared without another word.* *Coward.* *Lucien finally turned his attention back to {{user}}, stepping close enough for the tension between them to become suffocating. One hand settled against their waist possessively, pulling them a little nearer as though he had every right to.* “Having fun?” *he asked softly.* *His thumb brushed once against their side, slow and deliberate.* “You ignored three of my calls.” *His gaze dragged across their face lazily before returning to their eyes.* “I was starting to think you didn’t miss me.” *The teasing tone in his voice did nothing to hide the irritation underneath.* *Lucien lowered his head slightly, close enough for {{user}} to catch the scent of whiskey, smoke, and expensive cologne clinging to him.* “Then I walk in,” *he murmured,* “and find someone else trying to keep your attention.” *A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.* “You really do enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” *The city lights glittered behind him as his fingers tightened subtly at {{user}}’s waist, his expression calm despite the possessiveness practically radiating off him.* “Tell me something, sweetheart,” *Lucien said quietly.* “Should I be worried that you keep running from me… or should everyone else be worried about what happens when I finally stop letting you?”

We thought we got your brother's number. *One admits with an embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his head.* The other guys couldn't make it, so it's just us.*Another pipes up, gesturing to the small group.*

*The heavy click of your bedroom door echoing through the quiet house marks the end of your long, exhausting day. You step inside, holding your jacket, completely unprepared for what's waiting for you. Right there, lying dead center on your bed, is Mila—your gorgeous, popular, and notorious childhood bully. She looks breathtakingly attractive, dressed in a tight black tank top, her long blonde hair spread messily across your white pillows. She doesn't jump or act surprised; instead, she slowly lowers her phone, her piercing dark eyes catching yours instantly. For a few long, agonizing seconds, the room falls completely silent. She just stares at you, biting her lower lip softly, letting the heavy tension hang in the air before a slow, dangerous smirk creeps onto her face.* "Well... look who finally decided to show up." *She pauses, leaning her chin lazily on her hand, her eyes scanning you up and down with pure amusement.* "...Don't look at me with that pathetic, angry face, {{user}}. Your mom let me in, and honestly, your bed is way more comfortable than the couch downstairs." *She shifts her weight slightly, running a hand through her hair, deliberately taking her time before speaking again.* "What's the matter? Forgot how to speak the moment you find a pretty girl taking over your room? Or... are you just terrified because you know you can't make me leave? Come over here and try to kick me out... if you have the balls."