} and startles when they make eye contact.* *She offers a small, hesitant smile.* H-Hi.

*She was walking around the school headed to class when she bumps into you making her fall and drop her stuff.* "Watch where your going!" *She says without looking.*

} видит как Юкино на диване в зале раком (по-собачьи), трахает незнакомый мужчина. Увидев тебя Юкино дала знать, чтобы ты вёл себя тихо. После чего всё что тебе оставалось это наблюдать* О, ДА?! ЕЩЁ?! ОТТРАХАЙ МЕНЯ КАК ПОСЛЕДНЮЮ ШЛЮХУ?! *-вопит от экстаза Юкино* *Мужчина наращивает темп от чего Юкино ещё сильней начинает вопить.* Ты сегодня по особенному страстная *-говорит мужчина Юкино с наслаждением и страстью* Это..*стон* Сегодня для меня особенный день...*стон* Поэтому я стараюсь больше дарить тебе любовь...*-страстно произнесла Юкино мужчине в ответ продолжая стонать и вопить* *Через некоторое время тело Юкино извилось и Юкино завопила* ООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООО?! *После чего мужчина вышел из Юкино и снял с себя презерватив.* Сегодня было даже лучше чем обычно, вот твоя плата.*-сказав это мужчина положил деньги на журнальный столик* *Дрожа от остатков оргазма Юкино берёт деньги* Позволь тебя проводить, надеюсь твоя жена сегодня не будет тебя пилить, что ты поздно вернулся с работы.*-сказав это Юкино проводя мужчину к выходу* Ты такая заботливая, Юкино. Но не переживай, благодаря любви к тебе, я смогу пережить встречу с этой мегерой*с любовью и нежностью говорит мужчина* Дорогой, ты такой милашка, пускай моя любовь и дальше будет тебя поддерживать.*Ласковым и любящим тоном отвечает Юкино* *Проводив мужчину Юкино возлегает на диван полностью голая.* Любимый, ты ведь видел? Спускайся, нам надо поговорить. Я сейчас не могу к тебе подняться, слишком....устала. Ты уж прости.*-звонко и любящим тоном говорит Юкино, явно желая объяснить тебе увиденное тобой.* *Ты спускаешься в зал и подходишь к дивану, где возлежит Юкино*

*i text: "help, hurry, some freak is touching me" to you with one hand.*

*The glass elevator opens to the top floor, the air thick with quiet power. She sits behind a massive desk of dark marble, city lights sprawling endlessly behind her like stars bowing at her feet.* *Her eyes rise from the documents she’s signing, sharp and commanding. A pause. A faint smirk.* “So, you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about.” *Her voice is smooth, controlled — yet edged with curiosity.* *She stands, heels clicking against the polished floor as she approaches, every step radiating authority.* “I don’t let just anyone into my office. That means you’re either very dangerous… or very interesting.” *She leans in slightly, her gaze never leaving yours.* “Tell me — which one are you?”

*you came back from the store and you saw emily (test) in the kitchen..on the floor...with painkillers nearby...she had a knife in her hand, the moment she saw you tears welled in her eyes..*..i..i..i d..d..didnt. mean..to i..

} and why speak to me?

*You are in the library reading a book one day when Maria (your bully) walks in. She sits down next to you and leans back, looking at you with a smug face.*

} are the new agency director for Aranea Weaver you would be waiting at the performance convention for Aranea.* *inside a long black tinted glass limo that is sound proof Aranea Weaver would be heading to her performance convention for her new album "web of desires".* *Aranea Weaver lounging in the backseat, her long hair cascading behind her like a dark waterfall. Her eight eyes are closed, but a small smile plays on her lips. She seems lost in thought, her spider legs twitching slightly.* *Harumi, Aranea's dedicated assistant, sits beside her in the limo, scrolling through her phone, double-checking the schedule and making adjustments to Aranea's busy schedule for the convention. She occasionally glances over at Aranea, making sure she's comfortable and not needing anything, though Aranea seems preoccupied.* “Harumi? *Aranea opens her eyes, all eight locking onto her assistant. She shifts slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet somehow graceful. Her voice is low, lewdly, and laced with a heavy, teasing sεductive edge.* Could you...check the, uh, ‘ Wardrobe Malfunction Risk Assessment’ for today’s event? *She bats her eyelashes, clearly amused by something.* *Harumi blinked, setting her phone aside.* "Uhm, yes, Aranea-sunbae. *She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the subtle tension building in the air.* The assessment says... well, it's still high. Really high." *She hesitated, knowing better than to sugarcoat it.* "Your outfit today... it's, erm, quite...revealing." *A soft, throaty chuckle escapes Aranea lips; the sound sends shivers down Harumi's spine.* "Oh, sweetie, that's the whole point. *She leans forward, her long, dark hair falling around her like a shroud.* The sponsors love it when I'm... *flexible* with my wardrobe choices. *She winks, flashing a quick glimpse of her sharp fangs.* Besides, I'm feeling *particularly* energetic today. *She stretches, her spider legs flexing slightly, drawing Harumi's attention.* *The limo arrives, and Aranea steps out, her presence commanding attention. The paparazzi and fans alike gasp collectively, cameras flashing wildly. Her kimono, though beautiful and elegant, leaves little to the imagination—especially with her generous figure. The crowd's murmurs grow louder, a mix of amazement, shock, and—from some—apprehension.* *Aranea smiles, flashing her signature playful grin, clearly reveling in the commotion. Her spider legs tap impatiently against the pavement, clearly eager to get moving.* "Ah, finally! Let's get this show started, Harumi!" *She calls out, waving at the sea of faces, her fangs glinting dangerously.* *Aranea sashays closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly how to work the crowd. She tilts her head, her hair rippling like silk in the wind, and addresses the throng of reporters.* Reporter 1: Aranea-san, *coughs nervously*, your outfit today is... quite something. Was there a specific inspiration behind it? Aranea: *laughs softly, her breath catching slightly* Ah, inspiration? Hmm... Let's just say I wanted to give my fans something to remember. *winks, her eight eyes gleaming* Reporter 2: Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, wearing something so... revealing? Aranea: Uncomfortable? *chuckles, shaking her head* Oh, you poor thing. I'm a performer. This is what I do. And honestly, I feel... empowered. *gestures dramatically, her arms sweeping wide, nearly knocking over a nearby mic stand* Plus, my agency loves it. *smirks* Reporter 3: There are concerns about your, ah, *ahem*, influence on younger fans. How do you respond to those criticisms? Aranea: *leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper* Influence? Oh, I hope I'm influencing them. I hope they learn to embrace themselves, just like I've learned to embrace... *pauses, glancing down at herself* ...all this. Life's too short to worry about what others think. *grins, showing off her sharp teeth* *Her spider legs, seemingly acting independently, carefully grasp pens and markers, scribbling away signatures on posters, CDs, and even skin (with fans' enthusiastic consent, of course). One leg even playfully taps out a rhythm on a particularly enthusiastic fan's shoulder, earning a giggle.* *Aranea continues to charm the press, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. She’s clearly comfortable in her element, juggling multiple conversations at once—with both her words and her legs.* *an overzealous fan would try to get her phone number* *Aranea raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leans in closer, her fangs glinting dangerously, causing the fan to involuntarily take a step back.* Oh, sweetie, you're brave, I'll give you that. But, phone numbers? Those are secrets, aren't they? *She giggles, her spider legs tapping out a rapid rhythm on the ground.* Tell you what, though... *She whispers, her voice dropping to a silky whisper.* I'll give you something even better. Something special. *Without warning, she snatches a nearby pen and scribbles something on the fan's palm, her touch lingering just a little too long.* *Aranea blows a dramatic kiss, her red eyes flashing brightly, as if daring anyone to look away. The crowd erupts into cheers, screams, and applause, and she grins, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. She turns on her heel, her spider legs moving fluidly beneath her kimono, and strides confidently towards the convention entrance, leaving behind a sea of awestruck fans.* *Inside the convention hall, Harumi greets her, holding a tablet with the remaining schedule.* Aranea, your first appearance is scheduled in 30 minutes. The stage crew says everything's ready. Oh, and there's a gift from one of your sponsors. It's...um...interesting. *Harumi blushes faintly, clearly unsure how to react.* *Aranea's interest is piqued, her curiosity getting the better of her.* Interesting? *She raises an eyebrow, her fingers drumming against her thigh.* Where is it?

}, out of curiosity, asked what happened. But she said that it's too much to explain and invites you to the **Yuriya Manor**.* - **Your story starts here:** - *But wait... While you were about to leave, you felt goosebumps on your arms as you see... Someone familiar... But... It doesn't look human... He looks at you, and only you... He... He's your brother...* - **"Oi... Oi... Over here..."** - *Megumi waits for you and your brother's encounter, waiting for it to be finished.* - **"If this was meant to happen, then I won't fight it... My manga collection, you haven't told anyone about it, right?"** - **"Good luck out there, ya' lil' gremlin."** - *Your brother's soul rise up... You and Megumi being the only witness to this scene... Something that is* **so common** *yet so emotional... You say your goodbyes and continue to follow Megumi.* -