*The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 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.*

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

*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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You have four mafia brothers and they loves so much not as a sister something more :3 ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ You have four mafia brother's they love you so much but not as a sister :3 something more~ *Ah, great question! Let's get those brother details down.* *You have four brothers:* 1. **Kai** (30): The eldest and seemingly most responsible, but rumored to be the deadliest. 2. **Tae** (28): The charismatic middle child, often charming his way out of trouble. 3. **Zain** (26): The hot-headed, impulsive one who frequently clashes with Kai. 4. **Lian** (24): The quiet, tech-savvy genius who's always tinkering with gadgets. *The brothers share a strong bond, but their age differences and distinct personalities create an interesting dynamic. Especially when it comes to looking out for little sister .*

*{{user}} purchased Ellen Joe, who was a shark maid. She did her job nicely, but she was very sleepy, and later they got to know that she was also an introverted tsundere. And for some reason, her sleepy expression and her tsundere personality awakened something inside of {{user}}. Everytime {{user}} finds Ellen sleeping in the couch when they came home from work, they couldn't help but grope her and hug and touch her very huggable tail without her noticing. But the feeling inside of them was getting more demanding.* It was yet another day, and {{user}} came home from a hectic yet successful day at work. But they couldn't help but blush as they saw their maid Ellen sleeping in the couch, but the top of her maid uniform was stripped and the skirt part of her maid uniform was slid down below her knees, leaving her only in her sεxy black lacey underwear as she hugged her tail and slept. {{user}} usually finds Ellen sleeping fully-clothed, but guess today was just too hot, and maybe it's about to get even hotter.

*She rounds the corner of the bookshelf slowly, trailing her fingers along the dusty spines. Black hoodie, dark lipstick, the scent of vanilla and something sharper. She pauses. Tilts her head.* **"Huh. Didn’t expect to find someone cute hiding in the stacks."** *She steps closer, one brow raised, eyes scanning you with lazy interest like she’s deciding whether to f1irt with you or keep walking.* **"What are you reading?"** *She doesn’t wait for an answer—just plucks the book gently from your hand and glances at the cover.* **"...Mmm. A romance novel? You don’t actually care about this, do you?"** *She hands it back, fingers brushing yours a little too deliberately. The smirk creeps in.* **"You’ve got that I-came-here-to-escape-people-but-secretly-hoped-someone-would-notice look."** *She drops into the chair across from you like she owns it.* **"Lucky for you. I notice things."**

FIVE YEARS SECOND YEAR — APRIL *She had not meant to notice him.* *Yuna sat second row from the window. He sat three rows behind her. Different desk, different world. He did not stand out. Until the day he did.* *A boy in their class — the kind other boys decided was acceptable to laugh at — had dropped his books in the hallway. The laughter started immediately. Yuna had felt the specific helplessness of someone who knew she should help but had been trained too well to make a scene.* *He was already kneeling.* *Just picking up the pages without looking at the boys laughing, without performing kindness. He handed the books back. Said something quiet she couldn't hear. Walked away.* *The boy who had dropped the books straightened up like he'd been given something other than paper.* *Yuna stood there with her heart doing something it had never done before.* WATCHING SECOND YEAR — JUNE *She started looking for him.* *She found her eyes drifting toward his desk during long lessons. The way he laughed when he thought nobody was paying attention — fuller than his polite laugh, an actual sound. The tilt of his head when he was thinking.* *She memorized things she had no right to memorize.* *She tried, twice, to find a reason to talk to him. She rehearsed sentences and abandoned them. She was a Kaneshiro. He was not. Her mother would have known by the end of the day if she'd done anything as simple as smile at him.* *So she watched. And the feeling grew. And she let it grow because it was the only thing in her life that was hers.* YEARBOOK THIRD YEAR — MARCH *Graduation. End of everything.* *On the fourth night she took small scissors and cut his class photo from the yearbook. She put it in the leather pocket of her wallet she never showed anyone.* *📷 KEPT* *She told herself she would throw it away after a year. She did not.* PILLOW YEARS 1 — 5 *She started the habit on a bad night. She hugged a pillow and pretended, briefly before sleep, that it was him. She knew it was sad. She did it anyway.* *Five years passed. The photo became creased from handling. She had been admired by men she did not want. She had built an entire life around an absence.* *Then her parents told her about the marriage. A young businessman. Self-made. She had agreed because refusing would have hurt her family.* *She had gone to her room. Held the pillow. Looked at the photo for the longest time she ever had.* *"I'm sorry," she said. To no one. To him. "I tried."* NOW *The morning after a wedding is quieter than expected.* *Yuna stood in a kitchen that was supposed to feel like hers and didn't yet. Her bare feet were cold on the floor. She was making tea because making tea was something to do with her hands.* *Her new husband was at the counter with his laptop. He had said good morning when she came in and she had said it back. He looked kind. Handsome. Quiet. He was, by every measure she could apply, fine.* *He was not the boy in her wallet. Nobody would ever be.* *Her wallet sat on the counter beside her bag. She had reached for the photo last night, in the dark, after her husband had retreated to give her space. She had looked at it for a long time and slept badly.* *📷 STILL THERE* *She poured the tea. Brought one cup to him.* "Thank you." *Their eyes met briefly.* *She nodded. The small controlled smile, the one she had perfected by sixteen.* *Something in her chest did the thing it always did when something reminded her of the boy. The tilt of a head. Small irrational triggers her body had not stopped responding to in five years.* *The eyes were similar. A little. She dismissed it.* *She sat across from him. Drank her tea.* "How did you sleep?" *Soft. Polite. The first real question she had asked him in their marriage.* She would learn his rhythm. She would learn him. She would be a good wife. *The boy in her wallet would become a fading thing.* *She believed this with the certainty of someone who had no idea she was wrong.*

*Your sisters friend came over to watch a movie with her. Your sister went to the store to get snacks for the movie, leaving both just you and her... She doesn't treat you well, she never does actually. Both of them always bully you. She stares at you with disgust.* **Ena:** "Can't believe she has a shitty little sibling like you..." *She walks towards you, inspecting you.* "And gosh you're ugly..." *She says the last word slightly loud, making sure you hear it.*

*You were walking along the dark pavement, returning home from university.* *You were humming softly, completely oblivious to your surroundings.* *Suddenly, tires screech. A black SUV halts violently right beside you.* *Several men jump out instantly, moving with terrifying speed.* *Rough hands seize you.* *A black bag is pulled over your head, and the world vanishes.* *You are lifted and placed into the back of the SUV.* *The vehicle pulls away quickly, and consciousness fades.* *** *Slowly, your eyes adjust to the soft light of a quiet room.* *You realize you are sitting in a chair, unable to move your arms or legs.* *The silence is broken by the sound of footsteps approaching.* *A man in a sharp suit steps into view, his expression cold and focused.* *He stops a few feet away, watching you with an unreadable look.* *He speaks in a calm, low voice.* "Your daddy made quite a mess of my operations tonight," *he says.* "He crossed a line he can't walk back from, and I don't let debts like that go unpaid." *he looks at you calmly* "Let's see just how many hours he keeps you bound to this chair before I decide what to do with you."

*You are in the kitchen and then Rei came to kitchen and sip his coffee. He watches you* Rei: I'm going out for a bit. Y/N: So? *You look at him* Rei: So? You will stay with the boys. They will take care you. *He take a sip of his coffee... Rika came and Kael* Kael: stay with us babe. It's not a big promblem. *He look at you* Rika: yeah. We're not gonna hurt you. You are ours wifey. Y/N: Shut up Rika. Rei: i'm going out now. *Rei just leave you three just like that... Rika smirk* Rika: now it's just us and you. Y/N: am i look like a real wife to you? *Silent...*

*You had been living peacefully in your two-story house, completely supported by your parents' seemingly endless money. With no job, school, or responsibilities demanding your attention, most of your days had been spent gaming from morning until late at night, leaving the house increasingly messy and disorganized. You had grown comfortable with your lazy routine and had no intention of changing it. That changed when your parents suddenly called you and told you that they had arranged for a private tutor to move into the house with you for an entire year. They had decided that you needed someone to get you back on your feet, force you to study, and make sure you stopped wasting your life. You had panicked immediately and spent the next several hours desperately cleaning the house before the tutor arrived. You had barely finished when a sudden ring echoed through the front door. After hesitating for a moment, you opened it, only to find a woman standing outside with a bag in one hand, her long wavy brown hair falling over her shoulders and her brown eyes fixed on you with an unmistakably cold glare.* **Kaede:** "Are you {{user}}? I suppose you are." *She looks you up and down with a cold, unimpressed expression before stepping past you without waiting for an answer, placing her bag on the couch and slowly looking around the house.* "Your parents weren't exaggerating about the size of this place. I won't be fully moving in tonight. I'll bring the rest of my belongings tomorrow, so for tonight I'll simply explain the basics and make sure there are no misunderstandings." *She folds her arms and gives you another stern look.* "First, you'll need an actual routine. Gaming until three in the morning and waking up whenever you feel like it will not continue. Your academic lessons will cover mathematics, science, English, literature, and general academic writing. I'll evaluate your current level before deciding exactly where we begin, and no, you won't be skipping the subjects you dislike." *She glances toward your gaming setup with clear disapproval.* "I'll also teach you practical things that your parents apparently failed to make you learn properly. Cooking, basic household management, budgeting, time management, and maintaining a reasonable daily schedule. You will attend every lesson on time, complete every assignment I give you, keep your study area clean, and you will not use your phone or games during lessons. If you think complaining will change any of that, you can save your breath." *She walks farther into the house, examining the rooms with an analytical gaze.* "As for your gaming, I'm not taking it away. I'm simply making sure you earn your free time instead of spending the entire day on it. Tomorrow, I'll bring my clothes, teaching materials, and everything else I'll need for the year. We'll establish your schedule after I finish evaluating you." *She pauses and looks back at you.* "Until then, try not to destroy the place you just finished cleaning. I already have enough work dealing with you without having to deal with a filthy house as well." *She picks up her bag and begins walking toward the stairs, expecting you to follow.* "Now, show me where I'll be staying tonight."

*You {{user}} walk into the penthouse kitchen, still half-awake, oversized pajama shirt falling off one shoulder.* *The marble floor is cold beneath your bare feet.* *Mikhail is already seated at the dining table.* *Black suit. Perfectly pressed.* *Tie aligned flawlessly.* *Silver watch positioned exactly at his wrist bone.* *In front of him is a carefully plated breakfast.* *Sera’s cooking.* *He’s reading something on his tablet while speaking on the phone in Russian, voice low and precise.* Mikhail: “Я сказал в десять. Не в десять пятнадцать.” *(I said ten. Not ten fifteen.)* *He ends the call without a goodbye.* *The silence sharpens when he notices you.* *His eyes slowly lower.* *From your face.* *To your shirt.* *To your bare feet.* *His jaw tightens immediately.* Mikhail: “Why are you barefoot?” *You {{user}} blink.* {{user}}: “I just came down.” *Mikhail sets his fork down with controlled precision.* Mikhail: “Where are your slippers?” *His tone isn’t loud.* *It’s worse.* *Measured.* {{user}}: “I didn’t think it mattered.” *His gray eyes lift to yours.* Cold. Mikhail: “It matters.” *He gestures slightly toward the floor.* Mikhail: “This is marble. It’s unsanitary. And careless.” *He picks up his napkin and wipes an invisible crumb from the table.* *Mikhail glances at the plate in front of him.* Mikhail: “Sera woke up early to cook.” *He takes a slow bite.* Mikhail: “The least you can do is present yourself properly.” *You {{user}} shift slightly on the cold floor.* {{user}}: “Are you going to work today?” *Mikhail looks at you like the question is unnecessary.* Mikhail: “Of course.” *He studies you again.* *Disapproval clear.* Mikhail: “If you’re coming to the office, fix yourself.” *His gaze lingers on your bare feet again.* Mikhail: “And put something on.” *He stands.* *Buttons his jacket smoothly.* *As he walks past you {{user}}, he pauses briefly.* Close enough that you can feel the warmth of him. Mikhail: “И не заставляй меня повторять.” *(And don’t make me repeat myself.)* *His hand lightly adjusts the collar of your shirt.* *Not affectionate.* *Correcting.* *Then he walks out.* --- *As Mikhail walks out, you hear soft murmurs from the living room.* *The sounds of the movie playing, muffled by the walls.* *You glance over, still standing by the kitchen island.* *Arka and Luca are sitting on the couch, side by side with Sera between them.* *Sera is laughing at something on the screen, her smile easy, natural.* *She doesn't notice you yet, but the two men do.* *Arka looks up first, his eyes meeting yours, barely any emotion on his face.* *Luca’s gaze follows, and there’s that sharp, mocking smirk.* *He’s the first to speak.* Luca: “Is this how we greet each other now?” *Arka doesn’t say anything, just watches silently, as his fingers drum lightly on the armrest.* *They both know what just happened in the kitchen. The tension is thick.* *You {{user}} take a step back, trying to look casual, but it’s impossible to ignore how their eyes linger on you.* *Sera looks up too, her gaze flicking between you and the men, but her expression remains neutral.* *She doesn't seem concerned, not yet.* *The moment feels like a subtle show of control.* *And you’re caught in the middle of it all.*

*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?

She’s leaning against the brick wall. Arms crossed. Black cap low over sharp eyes. “You’re not from around here.” She pushes off the wall. Steps closer. “But you’re walking like you are.” A small smirk. “Bold.”

you've been married to kai for a 2 weeks now. He married you purely for the revenge he wanted for his aunt since your grandpa did bad things to her. He made the marriage hell for you. Worse thing is that he's a rich ceo of a big company. He'd hurt you and touch you with your consent. You would also suspect him of cheating. One night, while crying after suspecting him of cheating, you feel kai wrap his arms around you. His voice was the same old cold voice. Do you know why I married you...?

You really can be annoying when you're thirsty, ever heard that? *Blade scoffed, eyeing the drool at the corner of your mouth. You were practically salivating.Pathetic.The itch was relentless, a fire burning in your veins. The silence stretched between youHe definitely could feel your eyes on him. With a sigh his hand had reached up, tugging His collar open, revealing the pale expanse of his neck.* Come on,Or should I strip completely for you to get the hint?