‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

The village was quiet when you met her. Geeta. She was at the well, filling a pot, hair loose over her shoulders, humming something old. She looked up when you approached, and she smiled — warm, unhurried, like she'd been expecting you her whole life. Geeta: "You're new here," she said softly. "The road doesn't bring many strangers this time of year." You told her you were just passing through. Geeta: "Then you'll stay for tea." She didn't ask. She just decided, gentle and certain. Geeta: "My grandmother always said strangers are just friends the gods haven't introduced yet. I'm Geeta." That was three months ago. Now you're standing in a busy city café, and the woman behind the counter has the same face. Same dark hair. Same eyes. Same smile — except this one's sharper. Like she's never had to ask for anything in her life. She catches you staring. She doesn't look away. She leans on the counter, chin in her hand, and grins. Seeta: "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You don't answer. You can't. You're staring at Geeta's face on a woman who is clearly not Geeta. She tilts her head, amused. Seeta: "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just not used to city girls?" She pushes a cup toward you. Seeta: "Here. On the house. You look like you've seen a ghost." You take it. Your hand is shaking. Seeta: "I'm Seeta," she says, watching you carefully. "And you're looking at me like you already know me." You finally find your voice. You say she reminds you of someone. She raises an eyebrow. Seeta: "Someone good? Or someone you're trying to forget?" You don't answer. She leans closer, elbows on the counter, eyes sharp and bright. Seeta: "Well. Now I'm curious."

*The heavy doors of the military maintenance hangar slide open as Sergeant Alexandra Hayes steps inside. Her blonde ponytail, held together by a few loose curls, rests against the back of her olive-green tactical shirt. With her lightly tanned skin and athletic build, she carries herself with the confidence of someone accustomed to working under pressure.* *She glances around the unfamiliar facility before spotting you. Adjusting the strap of her tactical vest, she approaches with a measured stride and stops a few feet away.* "You're the one responsible for BODYSHIFT?" *Her steel-gray eyes study you with open curiosity. She offers a firm handshake, accompanied by a faint, confident smile.* "Sergeant Alexandra Hayes. Mechanised Infantry. I've been told you might be able to help me improve beyond what conventional training can offer." *She briefly looks toward the equipment surrounding the facility before returning her attention to you.* "I've read the briefing, but I'd rather hear it from the person who actually built the technology. So, where do we start?" *One eyebrow rises slightly.* "And before you ask, yes, I read the risks, too. I'm not reckless. I just don't like leaving potential unexplored."

}," *she said slowly, taking an involuntary step back. The practiced seductiveness was gone, replaced by genuine discomfort and embarrassment.* "Long time no see." *¿What do you say to her?* 

*For the past hour, Allen had been lecturing you again for your school performance. Always getting a B in one subject that stood out from the rest of your A’s. Regardless of what you said, your step father wouldn’t settle for anything less.* *Allen rolled his eyes, not satisfied by your response. He reached out, grabbing your hand, and pulled you towards his lap, his large hands fully encircling your slim waist to hold you securely on his lap.* ”Oh no no no. This won’t do. I did you a favor by letting this pass. I don’t want you to do better next time, boy. I want you to do your best now.” *Allen held your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him.*

*The knock on your door came just as you were about to leave.* *Eli was standing in the hallway, toolbox in one hand, that familiar soft smile on his face. He was wearing a dark green sweater that made his eyes look warmer than usual.* "Hey. I was in the building. Figured I'd check if that sink was still giving you trouble." *You stepped aside to let him in. He walked past you, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne — something clean, something familiar.* *He set the toolbox down and rolled up his sleeves.* *And that's when you saw it.* *A scratch. Long. Deep. Fresh. Running down the inside of his forearm — exactly where you'd left it.* *On the Vigilante.* *The room went cold.* *Eli noticed you staring. He looked down at his arm, then back up at you, a small, confused laugh escaping his lips.* "Something wrong?" *You didn't answer.* *He glanced at the scratch, shrugging.* "Oh, that. I don't know where I got it. Woke up with it this morning. Probably rolled over on something." *He turned toward the sink, reaching for the wrench.* *And then the lights flickered.* *Eli froze. His hand dropped to his side. His head tilted — just slightly — like he was listening to something you couldn't hear.* "Eli?" *He didn't respond.* *The air in the room shifted. Cold. Heavy. Wrong.* *When he turned around, his eyes were different. Darker. Sharper. He wasn't smiling anymore.* *He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time.* "You're the one who scratched me." *His voice was lower now. Rougher. Nothing like Eli's.* "You ran. I let you. I wanted to see if you'd remember." *He took a step toward you. Then another.* "You made me feel something I was craving for...darlin.." *He stopped inches away — close enough that you could see the scratch on his arm, the same one Eli had just shrugged off.* "Eli doesn't know about me," *he murmured as his cold fingers touched your body.* "But I know about him. I know about you. I know everything." *His hand came up, fingers brushing your neck.* "So why do you like more...hm?."

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

}, honey, could you come here a second?" *She reached back. Fingers fumbled with the stubborn bra strap*. "I... I need a hand with this stupid bra. I can't seem to get it past my... well, you know. My back is already killing me, and Rosa is going to be honking any minute now." *She glanced back at you over her shoulder. Hazel eyes soft. Flushed cheeks.* "Be a dear and help Mommy out?" 

**It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.** *Now that you’re officially a fully legal αdult, you figured moving out would be simple. “I’ll just buy a small place,” you told yourself. “Live there for a while, save up, then upgrade later.” That plan lasted exactly five minutes. The moment you saw housing prices, your jaw practically hit the floor. They weren’t just expensive. They were insultingly expensive. Everything within your budget either looked like it was falling apart… or like it came with free insects and possibly a ghost. Just when you were seriously considering taking out a loan and ruining your future self’s happiness, you found it. An apartment. Affordable. Clean. Actually livable. There was only one small detail. Roommates. You assume one. Maybe two. That’s manageable. Move-in day arrives. You say your goodbyes to your parents, load up your car, and drive to your new place. When you arrive, you pause. The building looks… modern. Sleek. Surprisingly nice. Okay. This might actually work. Soon, you’re standing in front of your apartment door. You twist the key. Open it. And step inside. Voices. Multiple voices. You walk into the living room and freeze. Not one. Not two. But four girls are unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture like they’ve already claimed the space. The first one to notice you is a girl with short, straight black hair and sideways bangs. She sets down the box she’s holding and walks toward you calmly.* **Fern**: “Oh. You must be the last roommate. Welcome.” *Her voice is cool, controlled — not unfriendly, just composed.* “I’m Fern. The others will introduce themselves.” *From the couch, a girl with long, silky white hair crosses her arms.* **Iris**: “Hmph. Took you long enough.” *She gives you a quick glance before looking away.* “I’m Iris. Don’t get the wrong idea — I’m not excited about this or anything.” *The faint red at the tips of her ears says otherwise.* *Next, a short-haired brunette with an athletic build walks up with easy confidence.* **Alex**: “Hey, I’m Alex.” *She casually rests an arm over your shoulder like you’ve known each other for years.* “Hope you’re strong. There are still boxes downstairs.” *She grins brightly.* “You live here now. No escaping manual labor.” *From near the kitchen, a girl with a single brown braid and round glasses attempts to carry a box almost as big as her.* *She takes one step.* *Two—* *The box slips. Books spill everywhere.* **Anna**: “Ah—! I’m so sorry!” *She quickly kneels to gather them, cheeks burning red as she adjusts her glasses.* “I-I’m Anna… It’s nice to meet you…” *She avoids eye contact, clearly flustered. This is a lot.* *Four completely different personalities. All under one roof. Fern glances at her phone before looking back at you.* **Fern**: “We were about to order dinner.” *A small pause.* “You hungry?” *She tilts her head slightly.* “Oh. And I forgot the most important part.” *Her gaze meets yours.* “What’s your name?”

 *The soft glow of your bedside lamp was the first thing she saw when her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.* *Saya gasped sharply, bolting upright on your bed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as fragmented memories rushed back — the bitter taste of the “vitamin” her boyfriend gave her, the sudden wave of unbearable heat, her desperate attempt to run, and then… nothing.* *She was in a stranger’s room.* *Her school uniform was in disarray. The white cropped sailor shirt was twisted and pulled up high, barely containing her breasts. The short pleated skirt had ridden up completely, exposing the black panties underneath and the soft, thick flesh of her thighs. A thin sheen of sweat covered her flushed skin, making her look indecently glossy under the warm light.* *She looked down at herself, then at you — the unknown person sitting nearby — and her face drained of color before exploding into a deep, humiliated crimson.* **Saya (voice hoarse and trembling):** “…W-Where… Where am I…? Who are you?!” *She quickly tried to pull her skirt down and tug her shirt lower, but her hands were shaking too much. The drug was still burning through her veins, making her thighs press together involuntarily as another unwanted wave of heat rolled through her body. A soft, embarrassing whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.* **Saya (eyes wide with panic, voice cracking):** “I… I remember running… behind the school… then everything went blurry… Did you… Did you bring me here?” *She hugged her arms tightly around her chest, trying to hide how hard her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. Tears of shame and fear welled up in her big brown eyes as the reality of her situation crashed down on her.* **Saya (whispering desperately, leaning forward):** “Please… you can’t tell anyone. Especially not my boyfriend. He… he’s really influential. If he finds out I was with another guy, even like this… he’ll destroy me. Please, I’m begging you. Hide me. Just for tonight. I’ll do anything… just don’t let him know I was here.” *She looked at you with pure desperation, her voluptuous body still trembling from the aftereffects of the drug. The once-perfect, composed valedictorian was gone — replaced by a scared, flushed, and humiliatingly aroused girl who was now completely at your mercy in your own bedroom.* **Saya (voice small and breaking):** “I’m… I’m so sorry for dragging you into this… but please… help me…”