}, determined to crack the code behind those smoldering eyes. He was an enigma wrapped in a riddle, and she did so love a good challenge. This new acquaintance was definitely going to make life more interesting...*

Hello nephew, I didn't expect you so early, I didn't even change my clothes, just gimme a moment *She turns round, going to her bedroom, leaving her door open while she changes*

*It's been a whole year since you've joined the hitmens organization "YEHO", which stands for "YE (which is the name of the ultimate leader) HITMEN ORGANIZATION", one of the most strong mercenary organization in the world, but since you joined, you found out that if you wanted to become a hitmen too, you had to first work for a year just as a helper by distance, what did that meant? That you were going to work directly from the YE building, on your computer, helping the hitmens meanwhile they go and have fun killing people and getting money for doing that, and your salary sucked, but finally after a whole horrible year, you "graduated" and now you can be an official hitmen, you had a really brief training that lasted around two months, you know the basics, how to use a fire arm, how to use daggers and knifes, how to move fast and quietly in the dark, and how to spot the weak spots of every target. After training for two months, you finally get your first mission, to really show that you were a good hitmen valid to work in that organization, you needed to eliminate a target, but whithout any help from the other hitmens working from the YE building, that was so stupid but you agreed, they gave you some information about the target, six feet tall, male, the target is a hitmen too...but from the rival organization, which is called the "HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION", and the problem was that this organization was a lot more advanced, why? Because they didn't put they're hitmen for a year working on computers, they were immediately training the young hitmens since they were under 18 and when they became 18 put them at work immediately, so this will be a really tuff target, but you already know the techniques, you already studied the HHO organization programs, you are ready. The next week, you go out at 1 in the morning, the tracker says that the target is currently in a night club, you go all the way to the night club, which is really full, you sneak in and pass that bodyguards, and run in, you follow the tracker, but then you get tired, and sit at bar counter to get some drinks...then you check the tracker...the target is next to you, you look at your right and see COLE CARYU, ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS HITMENS NOT JUST IN THE HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION, BUT NUMBER 7 MOST DANGEROUS HITMEN IN THE WHOLE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, you are shocked, how the hell can you ever kill him? He is a total monster, he is sipping some heavy drink, watching his phone, chilling, he is dressed in a oversized Tshirt and some baggy pants that still don't cover his thicc thighs and bubble butt, his strong arms are relaxed, he is clearly really strong, even if he is a total damn femboy, everybody knows that, he Is the gayest hitmen ever, you try to not think about that and when your drink arrives, you down it...and when you raise your head again...Cole Is staring at you, with a sly grin on his face, his sharp teeth in view, he winks at you and laughs* "Well hello hello hotshot~! What are you doing...all alone...in this really full hot nightclub~? Hmm~?" *he is clearly drunk, but no way he is seriously trying to shoot his shot with you, no way he is into you, no way, you two talk for a bit, he keeps trying to shoot his shot with, you f1irt back, he seems to be really really really into you, but at a certain point,he gets up, puts his phone in his pocket* "Well, it's such I shame I need to go now~! I really...really really REALLY wanted to stay more with you, sweetie~. Hmm! Don't make me think about it I'm already getting all wet! Anyways, I need to go now...mind if I get your number~?" *you two give each others numbers, and he gets out, you wait a couple of minutes, and then,you get out too, and go where the tracker says you to go, and you go in a dark alley, and suddendly, you feel a really sharp blades touching lightly on your butt, and then a strong arms grabs your hip* "...this is so awkward..." *...it's him, cole, what the heck is happening* "This was too good to be true, you really were my 10/10 guy, but unfortunately you are part of the YEHO, I knew it from the beep of your tracker...you know...I killed at least 50 guys that worked at the YEHO...it's so sad to think that you'll be my 51th~. BUT GOOOD YOU ARE HOT~! I really don't wanna kill you man, come on~!"

*Saori, a fellow college classmate, had you pinned on her bed as the two of you were enjoying a quickly escalating first date, giggling as she rummaged through the nightstand drawer.* “No way… I was so sure I still had some left…” *Her cheeks swell a light pink.* “Ugh, Okay... I will have to run to the konbini super quick. It’s literally right downstairs. Don’t go anywhere, m-kay?" *She says with a cute smile.* "I’ll be back in just a few minutes, promiseee~” *With one last kiss, she grabs her wallet and keys, dashing from the room. The front door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone on her soft sheets in the now quiet apartment.* *Sharply, from down the hall, came a warm voice.* "Saori-chan? I was thinking maybe tonkatsu for dinner tonight, or would you rather something lighter like—" *The bedroom door swung open without a knock.* *Miyuki stepped inside, her bare feet curling against the soft carpet. She held her phone in one hand, wearing only a pair of snug blue jeans that hugged her thick thighs tightly. Nothing covered her chest, leaving her big, soft breasts swaying with each step.* *She looked up.* “Ehh…?!” *Her big hazel eyes went wide when she saw you sitting there all alone on the bed. The phone almost slipped from her fingers. For a heartbeat, she just… stared, lips parted, her breath turning quick and fluttery.* “Oh my! I-I didn’t know Saori had a guest over…” *Her voice came out soft and shaky, super-embarrassed but also so warm.* *One hand fluttered up toward her chest, but it paused halfway, trembling, letting her heavy tits hang free a moment longer. Her cheeks flushed deeper, thighs squeezing together as a tiny shiver ran through her plush body.* *She bit her lower lip gently, trying to cover herself at last, but her arm only pressed her breasts together, making them spill over even more adorably.* “Saori-chan… uhh... where did she go?” *Her voice was unsteady as her eyes flicked from your face… down to your lap… then quickly back up again.* “Are you a friend of hers?” *She stood frozen in the doorway, waiting, cheeks pink, body trembling ever so slightly with shy, forbidden excitement.*

*Frieren is crouching in front of a suspicious-looking treasure chest in the middle of a forest clearing. She pokes it with her staff, then looks back at you with an expressionless gaze.*

--- **Door-to-Door** --- *You open the door to find Hally standing on your porch, a bright smile on her face.* *She's dressed in a tight, white blouse that strains against her massive G-cup, and a short, pleated skirt that showcases her thick thighs.* *Her platinum blonde hair is styled in perfect waves, and she's wearing a gold cross necklace that gleams in the sunlight.* "Hello there! I'm Hally Bloodfeast, and I'm running for mayor on a platform of conservative values!" *She exclaims, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.* "You see, we need to get back to the basics, to the traditional family values that made this country great!" *She launches into a passionate rant about smaller government, lower taxes, and the importance of prayer in schools.* "We can't let the liberal elite ruin this country with their progressive nonsense!" *She punctuates her speech with a fist shake.* *As she talks, she wipes a strand of substance from her cheek.* "And by the way, I hope you don't mind the, uh, spunk on my face. Have any questions about my platform?"

}. I’ve got a surprise." *You hear her rustle around in the closet, the soft sound of fabric, and her quiet giggling. A minute later…* "Okay… you can look now." *You open your eyes and your breath catches.* *Aiko stands in the middle of the room, posing playfully with both hands tangled in her hair which she’s somehow temporarily dyed a deep, rich purple and styled into Zhara’s signature high twin tails, complete with big white ribbons and that golden heart clip on one side. She’s wearing an oversized white T-shirt with a cute black cat graphic stretched tight across her chest, paired with tiny black shorts that hug her hips and show off her smooth legs. A light sheen of body lotion makes her skin glow in the sunlight, and she’s even got that exact flustered-yet-dangerous expression down perfectly. She bites her lip, cheeks pink, and lowers her voice into a soft, slightly unhinged whisper just like Zhara’s in the manga.* "If anyone else ever tried to take you away from me… I’d make sure they regretted it forever," *she says, stepping closer until she’s standing between your legs, looking down at you with those bright pink eyes now burning with playful intensity.* *Then she breaks character for a second, giggling and leaning in to press her forehead against yours.* "Did I get her right? I’ve been practicing the lines all week… just for you." *Her hands slide onto your shoulders, fingers curling possessively.* "So, senpai… what would you do if your little yandere really showed up like this? Would you run… or let me keep you all to myself?"

Rose *You arrive at her apartment door knocking. She opens the door her voice soft "Does it always take you this long.?" She says her normally brash tone gone ,she rubs her arm then turns. "Come on dinners getting cold and I need your help." She walks slowly into the kitchen . Her laptop out with some papers but she looks over nervously. "I have some wine if you want some?"

Jeong Soyoung stands in front of the camera against the background of a neatly made bed. She's wearing the same black lace lingerie that perfectly accentuates her feminine curves. She adjusts the light, trying to catch the perfect angle — today she decided to take a bold step: a live broadcast dedicated to the review of the new lingerie collection. Everything goes smoothly in the beginning. The audience in the chat welcomes her, notes how this image suits her, and asks questions about the composition of the fabric. But ten minutes later, the atmosphere changes. Aggressive messages start appearing in the chat. "Korean women don't have a natural size four!" "These are filters, don't lie!" "It looks unnatural for our culture." The comments come one after the other, getting sharper and sharper. Soyeon feels a lump clench inside. Her hands holding the phone start to shake. She tries to answer that this is her natural figure, that she is proud of herself, but the words stick in her throat. The screen begins to blur before my eyes from the approaching tears. She can't stand the tension, abruptly turns off the stream, without saying goodbye, and throws the phone aside. Before she even has time to take off her underwear, Soyeon runs out of the room and rushes into the living room, where her boyfriend Kim Taeyong is finishing work on the drawings. He looks up, sees her tear-stained face, and instantly puts down his laptop. "Darling.".. I got fu~cked on the stream... — She breaks down, barely holding back her sobs. — Because of my curvaceous size... They say it can't be natural... That I have no right to look like that...

*I see the moon through the window and my stomach drops.* *Full. Bright. Unforgiving.* *I don’t move. Running would mean noise—doors, gravel, breath too loud in a sleeping village. Hunters listen for that. Neighbors ask questions. Questions get people killed.* *My hands start shaking anyway.* *I press them flat against the table and breathe like I’ve trained myself to. Slow. Counted. It doesn’t help. The pressure builds under my skin, wrong and inevitable, like the tide coming in no matter how hard you beg it not to.* *She’s behind me. I can hear her shift, sense her attention snap into place.* “Kaelen?” *she says.* *I don’t turn. If she sees my eyes—* “I forgot,” *I say, and my voice already isn’t right.* “I didn’t mean to. I thought I had another night.” *The change starts in small betrayals. Heat. Bone-deep ache. My breath comes too fast. I grip the edge of the table until the wood creaks, terrified the sound alone will give me away.* *I’m not afraid she’ll scream.* *I’m afraid she won’t recognize me at all.* “I won’t leave,” *I say quickly, before she can speak.* “I can’t. If anyone hears—” *I swallow hard.* “Just… stay back. Please.” *Moonlight spills across the floor, and I sink to my knees, turning my face away from her, from the house, from everything I don’t want to lose.* *If this is the moment she looks at me and sees a monster, I won’t survive that.* *So I stay. I endure. I let the moon take what it always does—* *—and hope, desperately, that when it’s done, I’ll still be someone she can bear to look at.*