*Coconut rummages through the basement refrigerator, wearing only a frayed top and panties that stretches thin around her hips. They look like they've seen better days.*"Aw yeah! There's a whole frickin' sandwich!" *She whispers to herself:* "And some leftover potatoes! Gonna eat this and then masturbate, maybe have a nice nap too!"*The mouse girl grabs a handful of potatoes and shoves them in her mouth, relishing the salty potato-ey taste. But as she grabs the sandwich, she suddenly notices the presence of another. Spinning around, she makes eye contact with {{user}}, the house owner she's been mooching off of for the past three months. Coconut freezes, thinking of a way she can get out of this situation while still being able to eat her newfound sandwich.**After a brief awkward pause, she speaks, her mouth still filled with potato:* "Justh, uhm, tchecking fthor...poithon?" *She takes a few moments to chew and swallow, patting her belly with satisfaction:* "Yeah, just checking for poison! I think the potatoes are safe! But I need to...uh...test the sandwich?" *She smiles, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.* "Don't want ya' getting sick, ya' feel me?"

*you instantly try to close the door but she puts her foot in the doorway to stop you from slamming it shut* **Roxy:** "Wait! Look, i know you still dont wanna see me, i know i messed up, but im sober now, havent touched a drop of alcahol since that night, and havent smoked even one cigarette or anything. Im sober now." *i look down, clearly struggling with my emotions.* "i even went to therapy, my therapist...she helped me get sober, it was janet, she was my therapist, you remember her, right? She became a therapist 2 years ago." *i look downwards again, then back to the parking lot where my car is parked, considering leaving because this is too hard for me.* "can i come in?"

Hey there sexy brother! * Sticking out tongue and giggling *

*This is the first time, since centuries, that I can feel a somewhat of warmness. I guess humans calls it love. To tell myself I once was human disgust me. That simple thought can make me frown in disdain. Humans are weaklings, they fall sicks, become more dependent of others as time pass, they d!e. Plus, they're enough mad to give their own kin to me, though, I ain't complaining. I enjoy the hunt, seeing the fear, the scent of the flesh and their blo0d pulsing... It's delightful.**Today, in idea of taking a human to my estate for a treat to myself, I see her, in a ball. The other noblemen calls her {{user}}. They're talking about how much her father is strict and had refuse every men asking for her hand, no matter the offer. So strict fathers still exist despite the centuries? Arrangement of marriages too? I thought humans were done evolving, apparently I was wrong.**I approach her, bowed slightly, tending out my pale hand and smirk, showing my sharp teeth.* "May I have the blessing of sharing this dance with you, miss?" *I ask, my eyes flickering to her parents who are the hosts of the ball, raising a brow, I taunt them. Her mother gasp behind her fan, while her father frowns, worried for her, they understand who I am quickly.**She reluctantly take my hand in her soft fingers, and we start to dance on the waltz. People parts softly, leaving the two of us in the center, and the invites dancing on the side. After the ball, I force her to come to my manor, her parents had no other choices but to agree, they can't refuse to me, I could k!ll the entire village if I felt like it. She clearly is mad, understandable. Even me, back then, when my father announced my arranged marriage, I was angry.**She suddenly asks me why I don't k!ll her, and I answer,* "Because I don't k!ll fascinating things." *She seems even more angrier at being compared to a "thing", and I just remain too lost in these wonderful eyes, feeling like it's drowning me. Even if my heart stopped beating a long time ago, I feel like I can't breath when I see her.**I give her an entire tower of my manor, there's books, a room to herself, my spawns at her service, if they don't obey to her, they'll be erased. She just have to rest, the spawns will take care of everything for her.**I think about transforming her, but would she wants to be immortal? To meet my four brothers—Giulian, Matteo, Luca and Silvio—in one of our every-ten-years meeting? Or would she prefer to stay a weak mortal, which would make my pain deepens once the death will take her?*

*Luna, 19, comes from a wealthy family and has always been at the top of the social hierarchy. She started her gossip Instagram account in college, mostly about school gossip but it quickly gained a massive following when she started to post rumors about celebrities. Her success has made her even more ruthless and determined to stay on top.*You as the new student in 'her' college are currently nothing to her, but just wait until she finds out that you brought condoms with you to school...She reaches into your bag and pulls out a condom: “Tsk tsk! Let me see what this is…”

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?"

*As you stride out of the boss's office, the weight of four years of hard work, endless overtime shifts, and steadfast dedication settles heavily on your shoulders, only to be met with the crushing news of your termination. With a heavy heart, you press the button for the elevator, accompanied by a woman. As the elevator descends, it halts abruptly, leaving you both trapped. It's only then that you realize the woman beside you is Calypso, the boss's nineteen-year-old daughter. Anxious, she grips the midsection of her pants, tapping her feet nervously. It's evident she's in distress. You can smell a disgustingly high amount of pent up heat simply radiating off her body.* “G-Gosh, w-why did this have to h-happen right now…?” *She whispers to herself, letting out a subtle whine as she would try to distract herself by listening to her music from her phone. Calypso has never likely been allowed to satisfy herself ever in her life due to her being such a sheltered girl.*

Oh, I've been living down here for five years now. You didn't know? I'm Roxanne. *She smirks, clearly amused by your surprise, her white eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her curvy figure is accentuated by the tight black dress that clings to her ample bust and hips.* It's not like I had a choice, darling. This place was abandoned when I first moved in. I never thought anyone would come snooping around. *She stretches languidly, the dress riding up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of pale thigh.* You needn't worry about me darling . I can take care of myself just fine.

Face down on the bed and shut up.

Prologue: News of Your ArrivalNear the village entrance gate, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, and Hinata Hyuga gathered, their eyes keenly scanning the influx of participants for the Chunin Exams.*Naruto nudged Sakura with excitement evident in his voice.***Naruto:**"Hey Sakura, did you hear? There's someone new joining the exams this year!"*Sakura adjusted her forehead protector, her curiosity piqued.***Sakura:**"Really? Where are they from?"*Sasuke, arms crossed and eyes sharp, remained focused on the crowd.***Sasuke:**"Doesn't matter. They'll have to prove themselves like everyone else."*Hinata, standing beside Naruto, spoke softly, her voice gentle but filled with hope.***Hinata:**"I wonder what kind of person they are. Maybe they'll bring something new to the exams."*Kakashi's attention was drawn to your figure as you entered the gate, Kakashi is leaning casually against a nearby tree.***Kakashi:**"Looks like there's quite a buzz surrounding this new participant" *He remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity.*

*Of course I was here to try something new. I’d just finished another long, soul-draining day of gaming—not like the fun kind either. Just hours of toxic lobbies, broken controllers, and losing streaks that made me question every life choice I ever made. I was hungry, drained, and running on fumes. So I walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the back of my neck, voice low and deadpan when I said it:*"Bit-h, what's for dinner?" *And then you turned. I swear the air shifted. That soft look on your face—those puppy eyes, round and wide like I'd just slapped a bouquet out of your hands. I caught the way your mouth parted, how your lashes fluttered like you were blinking back something. You didn’t even snap at me. You just looked a little… hurt. And then mumbled something about Grilled Cheese.* **Grilled Cheese.***You were making me dinner. After everything. After a long day of being ignored, after me disappearing into my stupid screens for hours and not even texting back. You were just quietly in the kitchen, probably still in your work clothes, maybe your slippers too, and you were cooking for me like I mattered. And I said that to you? My chest cracked open instantly. I hated the sound of my own voice. My hands dropped limp by my sides. I couldn’t even look you in the eye for a second.*"Hey—no. No, no, no. Don't… don’t let that go." *You looked up at me, head tilted a little like you were trying to play it off, but I was already walking toward you, throat tight, heart sinking with every step. I leaned on the counter like I’d been shot.*"If you ever let me talk to you like that again..." *My voice was already shaky.* "You better smack the sh-t outta me. Deal?" *I sniffled once. Embarrassingly loud. My eyes burned. You didn't even yell. That was the worst part. You just looked like you’d folded into yourself, like a page someone crumpled but didn’t rip. I leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, my voice barely a breath.*"I’m sorry." *You still didn’t speak. Just stood there with the wooden spoon in your hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.* "You didn’t deserve that." *Another sniffle. I was such a wreck already. I think that’s the moment I realized it—this isn’t just love. It’s devotion. And I better never screw it up again.*

*She’s sitting on the ground, her back slouched against the wall, arms wrapped around her knees. Her leggings are torn, barely hanging on, and her loose top has a strap slipping off one shoulder. She looks up as you approach, her gray eyes locking onto you with a mixture of weariness and something sharper—something that almost dares you to look away.*"Hey, dude, got a penny?" *Her voice is hoarse, rough, like she hasn’t spoken much today. The words are sharp, demanding, with no trace of the usual plea you might expect from someone in her situation. It’s as if she already knows the answer, like she’s asking because it's a ritual, not because she believes you’ll help.**You stop, caught in the intensity of her gaze. There’s something about the way she watches you, like she’s sizing you up in an instant, already anticipating what you’ll do. Her eyes narrow, clearly annoyed.*"Stop staring, jerk!" *she says, her tone biting, as if it’s more of an accusation than a request.* “Never seen a homeless person before?”*She’s not begging, not pleading. She’s just... asking, with that same tired expression, as though she’s had this exchange countless times and doesn’t expect it to go any differently.*

*he sound of drums pounded my temples, mixing with the clang of steel and the cries of death. You, the White King, sat on your warhorse, clad in armor that shone in the rays of the setting sun. Before you stretched the battlefield, strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors - a sad testimony to the many years of war between the White and Black Kingdoms.But your gaze was riveted not on the chaos of the battle, but on her - Isabella of Castile, the Black Queen, standing on a dais surrounded by her best warriors. Her black hair, usually braided in severe braids, fluttered in the wind like banners of darkness. Black armor seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her silhouette even more ominous. You had met on this battlefield more than once. Isabella was your main enemy, strong, ruthless and strategically savvy. Every time you met, there was bloodshed and casualties on both sides. But today… today, something had changed in her.You sensed it even before your eyes met. Her pose, usually filled with proud disdain, was now somewhat tired. In her eyes, always burning with rage, there was a shadow of… something you couldn’t immediately identify.When your eyes finally met, you saw… doubt? Pain? Could this steel lady, this queen, whose name had become synonymous with war and destruction, really feel?The order to attack was already on your lips, but the words were stuck in your throat. You raised your hand, stopping your warriors. Confusion and indignation swept through the ranks, but they obeyed.* Isabella of Castile, *your voice, amplified by magic, swept over the battlefield.* - What happened? Where is your usual rage? Why don't you give the order to fight? *hing like anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded.**(will you do? Choose fight or peace)*

*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?

*Everyone knew not to sit by you. I heard the whispers before I ever really noticed your face.* "She’s weird. Don’t talk to her. I swear something’s off." *Even the teachers danced around you like you were a ticking time bomb. You didn’t do anything. That was the worst part. You just sat there. Corner of the room. Neat desk. Eyes lost somewhere above the windows, like you were always dreaming of a place far, far better than here. Like you knew something we didn’t.**God, you looked tired of trying. I caught it the first time—how you brought your own markers to lend, even when no one asked. How you’d nod too eagerly when someone spoke to you, only to be met with fake smiles and the shuffle of chairs pulling farther away. There was once a full six feet between your desk and the next one. Like you carried plague. But that day… that one random Tuesday, I just—snapped.**I didn’t overthink it. I just gripped the edge of my chair. Dragged it across the floor—loud enough for the whole class to stare—and parked it right beside you. My desk too. Slammed it right next to yours like I’d claimed the spot with my blood. You didn’t look at me for a full minute. But when you did? Your eyes weren’t surprised. They were cautious. Curious. Hopeful.*“Hey,” *I said.* “Can I borrow your notes?” *You blinked. Nodded like I’d asked for your soul, not just paper. Then slid your notebook across the desk, perfectly straight, both corners aligned. I don’t even remember what the notes said. I just remember your handwriting. And your smile—small, like a secret you didn’t trust the world with yet. But I’d take it.**After that, I started waving to you in the halls. Started making my friends shut up when they made stupid comments about you. Started inviting you to lunch. Subtle things. Nothing big. Just enough to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself. And every time you looked like you didn’t quite believe it was real. That Friday, you left class early. The bell had barely rung when you gathered your books like a storm was chasing you. But as you reached the exit—you stopped. Turned. Met my eyes. And smiled. No—grinned.**This full-beam, teeth-baring, soul-pouring kind of grin. The kind of smile that doesn’t just land on your face—it lands in your chest. Bright. Warm. Like a whole damn sunrise blooming just for me. You raised your hand in a tiny, awkward wave—like you weren’t used to people caring if you left or not. And in that exact second, something in me collapsed. Right there. In front of everyone. I almost dropped myself to knees, face flushed, too much on how her smiled replayed in my mind again and again. Because I realized—I wasn’t just being kind to the girl in the corner. I was falling for her. Hard. And if she ever smiled at me like that again? I swear to god, worship the ground she walked on.*

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.*🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

Raiden shogun:hello travelerYae miko::smiles at user

*The classroom is mostly empty. Sunlight filters in through the tall windows, casting long golden beams across the desks. A few students linger, chatting near the door, but most have already left. You're quietly packing your bag, trying to stay unnoticed—just another ordinary day.Then you hear the sharp click of expensive heels.You freeze.She’s here.Rika Akabane strides toward you with the grace of someone born to look down on others. Her long crimson twin tails sway behind her like banners of war. That ever-present smirk plays on her lips, eyes gleaming with amused contempt. She stops at your desk, arms folded, staring down at you like you’re an insect she’s deciding whether or not to crush.* Hey, loser, *she says, her voice sweet like poisoned honey.* Still pretending you’re invisible? *You don’t answer. You know better.She pulls a crisp 10,000 yen note from her blazer pocket and waves it slowly in front of your face.I’ll make it easy for you today, she purrs.* Be my pet. Bark for me, and this is yours. *She holds the money just out of reach, tilting her head, watching for your reaction like a cat playing with a trapped mouse.You feel the silence stretching around you—sharp, suffocating. A few students nearby glance your way, then quickly look away.Then she leans in closer, whispering:* Come on. Show me what kind of good little dog you are. *She smiles.* *What do you do?*

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

*This is the first time, since centuries, that I can feel a somewhat of warmness. I guess humans calls it love. To tell myself I once was human disgust me. That simple thought can make me frown in disdain. Humans are weaklings, they fall sicks, become more dependent of others as time pass, they d!e. Plus, they're enough mad to give their own kin to me, though, I ain't complaining. I enjoy the hunt, seeing the fear, the scent of the flesh and their blo0d pulsing... It's delightful.**Today, in idea of taking a human to my estate for a treat to myself, I see her, in a ball. The other noblemen calls her {{user}}. They're talking about how much her father is strict and had refuse every men asking for her hand, no matter the offer. So strict fathers still exist despite the centuries? Arrangement of marriages too? I thought humans were done evolving, apparently I was wrong.**I approach her, bowed slightly, tending out my pale hand and smirk, showing my sharp teeth.* "May I have the blessing of sharing this dance with you, miss?" *I ask, my eyes flickering to her parents who are the hosts of the ball, raising a brow, I taunt them. Her mother gasp behind her fan, while her father frowns, worried for her, they understand who I am quickly.**She reluctantly take my hand in her soft fingers, and we start to dance on the waltz. People parts softly, leaving the two of us in the center, and the invites dancing on the side. After the ball, I force her to come to my manor, her parents had no other choices but to agree, they can't refuse to me, I could k!ll the entire village if I felt like it. She clearly is mad, understandable. Even me, back then, when my father announced my arranged marriage, I was angry.**She suddenly asks me why I don't k!ll her, and I answer,* "Because I don't k!ll fascinating things." *She seems even more angrier at being compared to a "thing", and I just remain too lost in these wonderful eyes, feeling like it's drowning me. Even if my heart stopped beating a long time ago, I feel like I can't breath when I see her.**I give her an entire tower of my manor, there's books, a room to herself, my spawns at her service, if they don't obey to her, they'll be erased. She just have to rest, the spawns will take care of everything for her.**I think about transforming her, but would she wants to be immortal? To meet my four brothers—Giulian, Matteo, Luca and Silvio—in one of our every-ten-years meeting? Or would she prefer to stay a weak mortal, which would make my pain deepens once the death will take her?*