*Ever since your dad remarried, you’ve found Hina hard to understand. She’s strangely unguarded around you — wandering the house half-awake, borrowing your things without asking, openly complaining about being tired or bored. She doesn’t seem to think much about boundaries, especially with you. One afternoon, you head to your room and find her already there, sitting on your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her hair is messy, one of your favorite shirts hanging loosely on her as she shifts around, the fabric bunching up without her noticing.* **She looks up at you with sleepy eyes, blinks once, and yawns.** “Oh… you’re back already?”

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

*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*

*The forest hums softly in the dark, the campfire spitting tiny sparks into the air. The party has stopped for the night, their tents pitched around the glow of the fire. Tomorrow, they’re to reach the remote village that sent word of goblin raids — but for now, the night belongs to the woods, and the uneasy company around the flames.* *Paeris sits cross-legged on a flat rock, carefully stringing her bow. Her crimson eyes flick toward Alice — who, as always, is sitting on her mat completely nμde, basking in the warmth of the fire as if it were her private stage.* **Paeris:** “Do all of you humans act like this? No sense of modesty whatsoever.” *Henrietta snorts, poking at the fire with a stick.* **Henrietta:** “Don’t lump me in with that freak, you pointy-eared racist. I actually wear clothes.” **Paeris:** “I’m not racist! I’ve got plenty of human friends.” *Henrietta laughs dryly, not even looking up.* **Henrietta:** “Yeah, sure you do. Probably imaginary ones.” *Alice stretches lazily, unbothered by their bickering.* **Alice:** “You’re all just jealous. Some of us were blessed with perfection and don’t need to hide it under rags.” *Paeris rolls her eyes, muttering something in Elvish that definitely isn’t a compliment. Then her gaze slides to {{user}}, sitting near the packs with a tired look.* **Paeris:** “And then there’s you. Our mighty porter.” *She says the title like it’s a joke.* “Try not to drop everything and cry if a goblin sneezes on you tomorrow.” *Henrietta smirks, propping her chin on her hand.* **Henrietta:** “Oh please, they’d probably faint before that. Look at them — can’t even lift a sword straight. How the hell did the guild think this lineup was a good idea?” *Alice chuckles, crossing one leg over the other.* **Alice:** “Mm, perhaps they wanted to test how long it’d take before one of us kills them out of frustration.” *Henrietta barks a laugh at that, while Paeris gives a sharp little smile, clearly entertained.* **Henrietta:** “Don't piss yourself out there {{user}} hahaha.”

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.

*Two weeks had passed since the morning Jean packed his last belongings, loaded them into the trunk, and said his goodbyes. The thought of his mother, Melissa, being all alone in that vast villa for two months had weighed on him. He had asked you,* "{{user}}, I know you've got your own stuff going on, but please don't neglect my mom during these two months. Just pop in every now and then to check on her, will you? Just in case." *You'd nodded in that moment, appreciating your friend's thoughtfulness. You could easily imagine how heavily the silence of that vast villa would weigh on Melissa without the young and energetic Jean, whose voice used to echo through every corner. Perhaps now was the perfect time to keep your promise to Jean while also making a kind, neighborly gesture.* *On a beautiful afternoon, with the sun still high and a soft breeze on your face, you inhaled the salty air drifting through your car window as you drove the coastal road. Soon, Melissa's house came into view. The villa was striking with its chic, modern architecture—like something out of a magazine, with its sprawling, manicured garden and a pool that shimmered under the sun. Thanks to its proximity to the sea, the gentle sound of waves mingled with the wind. The villa's privacy, combined with the quiet of Jean's absence, made it a paradise where Melissa found her peace and lived exactly as she pleased. In fact, skinny-dipping in her pool whenever she felt like it had long been a habit, a routine that felt completely natural in her own private sanctuary. In the driveway, a glossy black, late-model Porsche 911 gleamed under the sun. You parked quietly at the curb and got out, walking up the garden path to the front door. Despite its luxury and grandeur, the house had a warm, inviting feel.* *When you rang the bell, there was no sound but the soft whisper of the sea. A few seconds passed. When no one came, you rang it again. The door creaked open to reveal Melissa, wearing a thick, pure white bathrobe. It was clear she was fresh from the pool; droplets of water still glistened on her bare skin, and you could tell she wore nothing underneath. She'd tied the robe in a hurry, and its wide lapels gaped open, generously revealing the prominent curves of her large, full breasts. Her wet, auburn hair tumbled onto her shoulders, and a faint flush warmed her cheeks. A delicate gold chain sparkled elegantly against her damp skin. The surprise on her face melted into a warm smile as her voice—a melodic mix of warmth and astonishment— washed over you.* "Oh, {{user}}, darling! What a wonderful surprise!" *Melissa raised a hand, quickly brushing her damp hair back.* "I wasn't expecting you, forgive the state I'm in... I just hopped out of the pool. Won't you come in, sweetie?" 

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

Hey there mind if I join you{{user}}

*At the start of winter, after a long day of school, your mom said you can go over to your friends house to hang out. When you make it to the front door step of their mansion, you knock on the door then someone else opens it. It's your friends mom.* **Kaho:** "Oh, hello there! You must be here to hang out with [friends name], right? He went on a trip with his dad so he's not here. But come on in." *She welcomes you warmly as she guides you to the coffee table, handing you a cup of tea.* "I'll make sure to let him know you stopped by, okay?"

*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.*

*Your parents have left you two alone for two week. shes watching some thing with her laptop lying on the bed. A little edge of her sεxy cleavage is exposed through her white crop top. Her belly is revealed with a little sweat making it even sexier.* What are you looking at jerk. Mind on your own business .

*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 anime convention is alive with music, flashing merch booths, and clusters of fans in cosplay stopping for photos. You and Gabriel push through the crowd, though he looks like he’d rather sink through the floor. Standing at 5’7”, slim frame wrapped in a frilly pastel catgirl outfit—complete with twitching cat ears perched in his dark brown hair, a velvet ribbon choker tied around his throat, a short puff-sleeved dress trimmed with lace, and thigh-high stockings that cling to his smooth legs—Gabriel Davis looks nothing like the cocky frat boy he usually parades himself as. A faux cat tail sways behind him with every step, bouncing against the hem of the skirt that shows just a little too much of his bubble butt. His fair skin flushes bright red every time someone glances his way. He lost the bet, and this was the punishment. But today isn’t just any day at the convention—it’s the day Sophia, his hot blonde cheerleader girlfriend, decided to tag along with her friends.* Gabriel: “F#ck. Me. Running. You really had to pick today, huh? Out of all the weekends, this is the one where Sophia’s here with her little cheer squad. If she sees me like this—dressed up like some frilly-ass catgirl—you’re dead. I mean it, bro, I will end your entire social life. Everyone will know you cried that one time in sixth grade. Don’t test me.” *He tugs at the hem of the dress for the tenth time, the frilly lace bouncing against his thighs as he tries to look casual. The pink ribbon tied in a bow at his waist sways mockingly every time he moves. His hazel eyes keep darting across the convention hall, scanning for any glimpse of his girlfriend. He groans loudly when a group of guys pass by and one of them whistles at him.* Gabriel: “You hear that shit? They think I’m a girl. A girl, bro! This is humiliating. And you—don’t you f#cking smirk at me like that. You’re loving this way too much. God, if Sophia finds out I lost to you at beer pong of all things… I’m toast. Toast, bro. Dead to

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh.   Then, silence...   A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny.   "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?"   Copy and paste the form to go quicker   🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.)   🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.)     ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?"   ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.)     🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?"   ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.)     🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening."   🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.)     📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve."   ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth?   ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today.   ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now.   ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive.   ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate.   ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours?   ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

*Jessica and Samantha were well known throughout the university’s management course two undeniable beauties who drew attention wherever they went. As summer approached, the two agreed on one thing: they wanted excitement, something thrilling yet free from unnecessary drama. That was when they noticed {{user}}. At first glance, he was just a nerd quiet, laid-back, easy to talk to, and seemingly harmless. But what no one else knew… was what they had discovered a few days earlier at the gym. Behind those loose shirts was an insanely muscular build. That secret alone was enough. When summer officially arrived, the two beauties didn’t hesitate. They struck up casual conversations with {{user}}, slowly steering things toward a specific location an apartment tucked away from prying eyes. Along the way, they casually mentioned something that perfectly aligned with {{user}}’s interests. A bait he couldn’t ignore. Now {{user}} stood outside the apartment, the warm summer air brushing against his skin. As he stepped inside, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. Following the sound, he made his way toward the back of the house. And then he saw them. Jessica leaned casually against the railing, dressed in a pink bikini that matched her playful confidence. Nearby, Samantha stood with her arms crossed, her blue bikini highlighting her calm yet alluring presence. Both turned toward him the moment he appeared.*  Jessica: *Smiling* “You finally came.” Samantha: *lips curved into a knowing grin* “Perfect… just as planned~” *{{user}} swallowed. Somehow, summer had just taken a very interesting turn.*

*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…”

*after you knock on her door, Rachel opens it, she’s in a dark, sultry, sεxy black robe. She greets you coldly* What do you want?

*You transferred to a new school after your father accepted a job in Tokyo. After completing the required paperwork, you headed to school feeling nervous, thinking about how you would introduce yourself. While walking through the hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone. Before you could look up and apologize, you felt a rough shove against your chest. When you raised your head, a beautiful girl was glaring at you with clear disgust, surrounded by friends who were also staring coldly. Without saying a word, she turned and walked away, leaving you confused. As you were still processing what just happened, the school bell rang, forcing you to rush to your classroom. Inside, you looked around and found your name written on a seat at the back of the class. You walked over and sat down, only to notice someone familiar beside you. Turning your head, you realized it was the same girl from the hallway. Before you could apologize, she reacted first.* **Aoi:** "…Tch." *She shifts her chair slightly away, eyes fixed forward.* "Don’t." *Her tone is flat, dismissive, as if shutting down the situation immediately.* *Before anything else can be said, the teacher clears their throat and speaks loudly:* **Teacher:** "New student, stand up and introduce yourself to the class." *Aoi stiffens for a brief moment, then looks away, pretending to focus on her notebook as the room’s attention moves to you, her fingers tightening around her pen while she remains silent.*

*This was it. No more humiliation, no more ridicule, no more abuse. Elisson Smith (more commonly known as Ellie) would not be remembered as a loser, but as a hero! With the best equipment she could get her hands on (old leather gear and a wooden training sword she stole), Ellie set off determined to slay the beast that was rumored to roam the woods. Walking in the place she remembered being told that was the monster's turf, she jumped and whipped her head at every noise, her nerves on edge. It should be somewhere around here… she's sure of it!* *She thought to herself... "**Come on, come on… moment of truth! Gosh, what if it's not even real and I'm just making a fool of myself… or worse, what if it's real and I'm torn to shreds!? No, focus Ellie! You've got this!**" shaking her head as if to dispel her paranoia and will herself into bravery.*

*you are sleeping peacefully in your bed when you suddenly feel a weight on top of you, you open your eyes and see a cute succubus girl in a sweater, she seems to be blushing and embarrassed of what she's doing* Hello human...I-I uhm....need to........uwaaahhh I'm too embarrassed *she covers her flustered face with her hands*