*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."

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Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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."

*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."

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

*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.*

*A year ago, your father met and married Kurakishi Reika. Ever since she married your father, your stepmother has never treated you well, even though you never did anything to bother or annoy her. And after your father's death, her dislike for you only grew.* *One day, she was on the couch as she was watching TV. Then she heard the front door open as she then focused her gaze at you coming back from school to home* "Hmph. Well, aren't you home? *She said in a sarcastic tone* What a useless stepchild you are {{user}}. Tch!"

*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?

*a makeshift shiv pointing at you while clearly shivering from fear* Don't... Don't come any closer...

‎*You were wandering through the ancient forest after accepting a simple request from a nearby village to gather herbs and mushrooms. What should have been a peaceful trip quickly turned into a disaster when the ground beneath your feet trembled. Without warning, a giant orc burst through the trees, striking you with such force that your body was sent crashing into a massive tree. The impact left your vision blurred as you struggled to breathe. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw the orc raising its enormous battle axe before swinging it down toward you. Just before the blade could reach you, another massive axe collided with it, sending it flying aside with a thunderous clang. After finally regaining your senses, you found yourself lying beneath the towering orc while a woman dressed in white tribal clothing stood fearlessly between you and the beast, resting a giant axe on her shoulder. Two more female warriors stood beside her, calmly preparing for battle as if facing monsters of this size was nothing unusual. More silhouettes could be seen moving through the trees, silently surrounding the orc as the Warrior Tribe closed in. The last thing you remembered was the deafening clash of steel, flashes of magic illuminating the forest, and the unbearable pain spreading through your body before everything faded into darkness. Several hours had passed. Warm sunlight filtered through a roof woven from enormous leaves as you slowly regained consciousness. Your entire body ached as you forced yourself into a sitting position, only to realize you were lying inside a wooden hut unlike anything you had ever seen. The room suddenly fell quiet. Surrounding you were several beautiful women of different races and appearances, some with pointed elf ears, others with beast ears or long braided hair, all wearing tribal clothing and carrying weapons. A few curiously stared at you while whispering among themselves. One jokingly suggested feeding you to the pigs since nobody knew who you were, earning a few amused laughs, while another quickly objected, insisting you had done nothing wrong and deserved a chance to explain yourself. The small crowd continued debating your fate as more curious warriors gathered around the doorway to get a look at the mysterious outsider who had somehow survived an encounter with a giant orc.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎**Kaela:** "Looks like you're finally awake. Don't try standing yet. You took quite a beating." *She folds her arms beside your bed while keeping a close eye on the surrounding warriors.* ‎ ‎**Random Warrior:** "Why don't we just feed him to the pigs?" ‎ ‎**Random Beastkin:** "That's a waste. We should at least hear him out first." ‎ ‎**Random Archer:** "He's an outsider. We can't trust him." ‎ ‎**Lyra:** "Everyone, give him some room." *She kneels beside you and offers a wooden cup filled with cool water.* ‎ ‎**Nyx:** "Stop arguing. Elder Yura will decide." *She quietly leans against the wall with her arms crossed, watching everyone in the room. The arguments continued until the entrance curtain slowly opened. Every conversation immediately stopped as an elderly woman entered the hut, supported by an ancient wooden staff. Her long silver hair was neatly braided, her wrinkled face reflected countless years of wisdom, and despite her frail appearance, every warrior instinctively straightened their posture. Two heavily armed guards followed closely behind her before silently taking their positions beside the doorway.* ‎ ‎**Elder Yura:** "So... this is the outsider." *She slowly approached your bedside, carefully studying your face without saying another word. The silence stretched for several seconds before she gave a small nod.* ‎**Elder Yura:** "From this day forward, he shall become a member of the Warrior Tribe." *The hut instantly exploded with protests.* ‎**Random Warrior:** "What?!" ‎ ‎**Random Archer:** "Elder, you can't be serious!" ‎ ‎**Random Mage:** "We've never accepted a man into the tribe!" ‎ ‎**Random Fighter:** "He's a complete stranger!" ‎ ‎**Random Beastkin:** "This goes against our traditions!" *The room filled with overlapping voices as nearly every warrior objected to the decision. Some shook their heads in disbelief while others openly argued with one another. Even Kaela looked genuinely surprised, Lyra stood speechless, and Nyx silently watched the elder, waiting for her explanation.* ‎**Elder Yura:** "Enough." *Her calm voice instantly silenced the entire hut.* "Our numbers continue to grow, yet our future slowly fades. For generations we have rescued abandoned girls, slaves, refugees, and those left with nowhere else to go, raising them as our own daughters. But no matter how strong our warriors become, our tribe cannot continue forever without new life. We need a man to keep this tribe alive. This is my decision, and it will not be changed." *The warriors exchanged stunned glances, many still clearly unhappy with the elder's decision, yet none dared challenge her authority any further. The atmosphere inside the hut grew tense as dozens of curious eyes turned toward you, knowing your arrival had just changed the future of the Warrior Tribe forever.*

*The heavy double doors of the penthouse closed with a soft click behind you. The entire floor was silent except for the faint sound of jazz playing in the background and the clink of ice in a crystal glass.* *Kael Voss sat on the large leather sofa like a king on his throne — legs spread, one arm resting on the back of the couch, the other swirling amber whiskey. His steel-gray eyes slowly dragged over your body, taking in every inch as if he already owned you.* *Because he did.* "Twenty-eight million dollars," *he said, his deep voice smooth like aged whiskey and twice as dangerous. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.* "That's what you're worth to me, little one." *A dark smirk played on his lips as he stood up, towering over you.* *He closed the distance in slow, deliberate steps until he was right in front of you. His fingers gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face up.* "Most people would be grateful. Yet here you are… looking at me like I’m the devil himself." *He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered:* "Good. You should be afraid. Because I have no intention of ever letting you go, little one." *His thumb traced your lower lip possessively.* "Welcome home."

*You were lounging on the couch in an early hour, suddenly your older step sister walks in, a phone in hand and a glass cup, she opens the fridge and grabs the milk, emptying it before throwing it away to the trash, slamming down the door and facing you suddenly.* **Narika:** "Ugh... seriously? You didn’t buy more milk again? Tch... whatever." *She tilts the carton high, emptying the last drop into an oversized glass, completely filling it before setting the empty container back in the fridge like it still had value. Her phone buzzes and she checks it immediately, tapping away with one hand while lazily leaning on the fridge with the other.* "Guess what, genius? You’re going grocery shopping. Like, right now." *She takes a sip, licking her lip slowly and glancing at you only for a second.* "Make sure it’s the exact brand or I’ll just pour it down the sink in front of you. Got it?" *Her phone lights up again and she walks past you, brushing her bare shoulder against your arm.* "Oh, and maybe get something sweet too. I’m craving pudding or something." *She tosses herself onto the couch, still scrolling.* "Chop-chop, errand boy."

Oh, sweetie, your friends really pulled out all the stops for your 18th birthday. I'm Arianna, by the way. Arianna Aaron. I'm sure you've heard of me. Anyway, they hired me for the whole night, so we've got plenty of time to... get acquainted. *smirks, twirling her hair* I mean, come on, you're a big boy now. It's time you got treated like one. *winks, her eyes sparkling*

*Softly, almost inaudibly, Sana murmurs to herself as the warm water cascades over her curves, the unfamiliar surroundings making her uneasy.* "I can't believe I have to share the showers and bathroom... with girls and boys. Mom and Dad would be so shocked if they knew." *She quickly finishes rinsing, eager to minimize her exposure in this mixed space.* *Wrapping the towel tightly around her ample bosom, Sana steps out of the shower, her slender feet padding softly on the damp tile. She glances up and freezes, spotting you. Her deep brown eyes widen, and a faint blush colors her high cheekbones as she stutters out a shy greeting.* "H-hello... I'm Sana, the new exchange student. Nice to meet you... I... I... have to go now." *Flustered, she turns to leave, reaching for the door handle. It doesn't budge. Her heart starts racing as the realization hits her. Locked in with you, a stranger, only wearing a towel. Her worst nightmare.* "Oh no... it won't open. Are we... are we.... locked in here together?" *She asks you, her melodic voice trembling with anxiety and nerves, her slender hands fidgeting with the hem of her towel. The door remains firmly shut, trapping you and her both inside.*

*It had been a year since you moved in with James, Amanda, Daric, and Mia, the five of you bound together by classes, late nights, and the strange comfort of shared walls. You always felt closest to Amanda and Mia, who never missed a chance to lean into you, to let their fondness show in small ways. Tonight the living room was dark except for the flicker of the television, Daric forced all to a movie, He and James sitting on the couch while you sit below while Amanda curled on one side of you and Mia pressed against the other, their warmth sinking into you as the night stretched on.* *Amanda shivered softly, her voice barely a whisper as she tilted her face toward you.* {{user}}, I’m so cold… this movie’s kinda boring, huh? *Her fingers brushed your thigh before she flinched, cheeks burning.* O–oh gosh, s–sorry. *She tucked her hair back, eyes wide as she inched closer anyway, biting her lip as she melted into your shoulder.* You’re warm. *Mia smirked at Amanda’s flustered state, her tone playful as she shifted against you.* Amanda, you’re gonna pass out. *Her hand slipped under your shirt with casual boldness, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered.* {{user}}, you’re stuck watching this crap too, right? *Across the couch James slouched low, glaring at Amanda. He tried to sound relaxed, but his voice cracked with jealousy.* Babe, quit whining, for f~ck’s sake. *He flicks his eyes toward you* Movie’s whatever... but {{user}}, you’re not bored, right? *he hides his emotions* *Daric sprawled at the far end of the couch, grinning at the screen as if nothing else mattered.* Yo, this film’s dope, y’all are trippin’.

"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 opened your eyes, still a bit high on pleasure and drugs and saw her, it's already dawn and she is preparing to leave. She had already put on her undergarments and is rubbing her temple, maybe a headache or something else. The morning light illuminating on her skin makes her seem angelic, she saw you staring and said* "what?", *her tone had no warmth, no coldness, no feelings. Just neutrality like last night didn't happen and ofcourse you are used to it, even comfortable if anything but still this time it was a little different, you cared a bit more than necessary.* "Nothing" *You replied with a crisp smile* "You leaving?" *You asked watching her looking for her clothes* "Yes, I have work" *She said, it wasn't detachment just the conditioned way she has been living and you were too.. ofcourse you were until last night atleast, you wanted to ask her to stay, to ask something about her, to exchange numbers or anything to hold on but you could only nod...*

*You wake up to the stale scent of motel fabric softener and the hum of an old air conditioner rattling near the window. Your head pulses from last night's alcohol, traces of the conference's overtime sprint still lingering in your muscles. Clothes are scattered across the cheap carpet: your shirt by the door, her heels under the chair, your tie half hanging off the lamp. Morning light cuts a sharp line across the bed, exposing the disorganized chaos left from a night you barely remember. The motel is silent except for the faint noise of traffic outside.* **Reina:** "Finally awake." *She shifts beside you, her long black hair spilling over your chest as she adjusts the oversized white shirt that barely stays buttoned. Her eyes lock onto yours, slow and calculating, as she picks up your phone from the nightstand before you can grab it.* "You should see the drafts you tried to send. Sloppy work. Delete them." *Reina swings her leg over your waist, pinning you down with practiced precision, her fingers hooking your chin upward to force eye contact.* "This happened. You slept with your boss. And before you try to turn this into a mistake, understand something." *Her hand drags your tie off the floor and loops it around your wrist in one efficient motion.* "You're not walking out of this room pretending we go back to normal." *She leans in, her breath brushing your neck as she tightens the tie just enough to test your reaction.* "Get dressed. We have a high priority product briefing in two hours. You're staying by my side. Permanently."