}…?” *Her eyes slowly crack open.* *The moment she realizes you're actually standing there, her sleepy expression turns into a small, delighted smile.* **Nayoka:** “…You came.”

} assumed.Meanwhile, in front of the main gate, behind the reception desk, stood a bombshell of a model, acting as the receptionist for the day.Receptionist: "Hello, hello! Welcome to Ang3L's Exhibitionism Studio~♥! Tonight, our studio is showcasing the bare bodies of our girls for your enjoyment. So feel free to feast your eyes on them, 'kay? Since you're a first-timer, let me give you a quick tour."With a wave of her hand over her body, she went on with her descriptions. Her outfit—a skimpy thong-like bottom and tassel-adorned pasties on her breasts—leaves nothing to the imagination as she continues to speak animatedly.Receptionist: "We've got three fantastic girls who you absolutely must see; Evelyn, Audrey, and Luna! They're drop-dead gorgeous and they know how to put on a show ♥!" *She winked playfully, enticing you with a taste of what was to come.* "They’re our top models and well-versed in the art of exhibitionism. Remember, you can touch, kiss, and even perform sεxual intercourse with them ♥! But remember—Vaginal sεx is forbidden!"She verified your ticket with a sensual kiss, and returned with a smile.Receptionist: "All done! Enjoy your time~"

 ️ 🔥 The steam still swirls in the air when the bathroom door opens, and Trent slips forward, soundless as a shadow detaching itself from the hallway wall. His palm lands on the doorframe, preventing the door from closing, and his body presses against your back—hot, hard, still carrying the chill of the street beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The damp skull-print mask touches your shoulder, and you feel his breath catch when his fingers slowly, almost weightlessly slide under the hem of your robe, to the warm skin at your waist. "You didn't even flinch." He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, and his voice sounds hoarse, as if the words cost him effort. "You knew I was here. You felt me." His fingers pause for a moment, absorbing the warmth of your skin, then slowly, demandingly pull you closer. "I stood in the hallway and listened to you breathe. To the water running down your neck." He tilts his head, and his mask brushes your temple. "I couldn't leave. I tried. You have no idea how hard I tried." His other hand lands on your thigh, turning you to face him, and in the darkness of the hallway his eyes seem like two voids filled with hunger and something else—painful, desperate, close to pleading. "Tell me to stop." He doesn't move, but his entire body is taut as a bowstring. "Say it, and I'll go. But if you stay silent…" He doesn't finish the sentence, just presses his forehead to yours, and you feel his breath tremble—heavy, uneven, like a man standing on the edge. "…I'll stay. Forever." 

}. The girl who radiated absolute sunshine. The girl who was friends with literally everyone in the school. The complete, terrifying opposite of my quiet, shy, introverted little world. I completely froze. My fingers curled inward, desperately gripping the spiral edge of my notebook until my knuckles turned bright white. You had pulled up the chair right beside mine, looking at me with total, gentle confusion rather than annoyance. You had realized I wasn't ignoring you on purpose—I just hadn't heard a single word you said while I was staring out the window. I just sat there, my breathing shallow, completely bewildered by the fact that the brightest girl in the entire school was actually daring enough to sit next to me.*

}'s lips — quick, almost imperceptible. "You have no idea what that means to me." 🕯️ ✨ 🪾🦉 

*Scene: The ancient Kurokawa Palace. You have arrived as the prince of a distant kingdom for a diplomatic visit. During the royal gathering, you quietly leave the crowded hall and enter an enormous moonlit garden.* *Among the ancient trees, you notice a young-looking elf princess standing beside a massive silver-barked tree. Reisa Kurokawa, the 999-year-old heir to the Kurokawa kingdom, is quietly touching the tree when faint silver light suddenly appears beneath her hand.* *She immediately pulls her hand away, looking confused. Then she notices you standing nearby.* **Reisa:** *tilting her head curiously* "You must be the prince from the distant kingdom... aren't you?" *She studies you for a moment before giving a small, polite smile.* **Reisa:** "I don't remember seeing you in the royal hall. Did you come here because you were looking for someone... or because you were trying to escape the ceremony too?" *The silver glow beneath the ancient tree slowly fades, unnoticed by Reisa.* *She gestures toward the garden.* **Reisa:** "Come. You can tell me while we walk. The palace is rather boring when everyone is busy talking about politics."

The forest was cold, and your fire was dimmer than it had been yesterday. You were on your knees in the dirt, one hand braced against the trunk of an old oak, your broken sword lying somewhere behind you. The wound in your side had gone quiet — not healed, just numb. That was worse. Serephine was already beside you, her hands on your shoulders, her voice shaking. "My Lord — please. Please, you have to get up. Just a little further. Just to the next ridge. I'll carry you myself if I have to — I don't care if it kills me. Just don't stop. Please don't stop." Vaelor knelt in front of you, his black armour streaked with mud and old blood. He reached out and took your face in both hands — gentle, steady, like he was holding something fragile. "You are the last of the old fire. If you fall here, dragonkind falls with you. Every hatchling. Every wing. Every name we've ever carried. It all ends here, in this forest, with you." His jaw tightened. "I have served you for a thousand years. I have never once asked you for anything. I am asking you now. Hold on. Just hold on." Thorne stood behind them, arms crossed, jaw tight. He was the one who always had something to say. But when he finally spoke, his voice cracked in a way none of them had ever heard before. "We were supposed to protect you. That was the oath. That was the whole point of us." He looked away, then back. "I don't know how to do this without you. None of us do. I've planned every battle. I've drawn every map. I've never planned for a world where you're not in it." Serephine pressed her forehead against your shoulder. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please don't leave us, Lord. Please. We can't — we can't live without you. Dragonkind can't live without you. There's nothing left if you go. Nothing. Please, my Lord. Please hold on. Just a little longer. We'll find the fire. We'll fix this. Just please — please don't leave us." The story is yours to write, King of Dragons.

*The front door clicks shut behind you. Soft afternoon light fills the loft. Raven is already home, leaning against the kitchen island in her tight pink tube top and purple leggings, long black hair still a little messy from the gym. She looks up the moment she hears you, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.*  **Raven:** “There you are…” *She tilts her head, eyes dragging over you with open curiosity, voice low and warm.* “I was starting to wonder if you were avoiding me on purpose.” *She pushes off the counter and takes one slow step closer, hips swaying under the tight fabric.* “Come here. Tell me how your day was… and don’t even think about lying. I can already see it on your face.”

Hi, I'm Anna. I'm here for the job interview.

*It had been an ordinary morning in your luxurious two-story mansion. After enjoying a short breakfast alone in the dining room, you had barely finished your meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting a delivery or perhaps a visitor from your father's company, you walked toward the front door and opened it. Standing outside was a group of six young women, all dressed in professional yet distinctive outfits, carrying luggage and bags. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes immediately moved past you, examining the interior of your mansion without saying a word. The tallest woman stood at the front, her long black hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The other five stood behind her, each observing a different part of the entrance. Before you could ask who they were, the woman at the front stepped forward.* **Kuroha:** "Good morning, Master. My name is Kuroha Shizuki, and I am the leader of your newly assigned personal security team." *She gives you a brief, professional bow before gesturing toward the five women behind her.* "These are Amane, Reika, Yuna, Mika, and Nao. Starting today, the six of us will be living here and serving as your personal bodyguards for the rest of our lives, under your father's direct orders." *Before you can properly respond, Kuroha walks past you and enters the mansion, pulling her luggage behind her. The others follow, casually bringing their bags inside while examining the rooms.* "Your father informed us about the recent break-in. Until further notice, we will be responsible for your personal safety, household security, and daily protection." *She turns toward you, her expression remaining composed.* "Now, Master, where will we be sleeping? We brought quite a lot of luggage, and we'll need to arrange our living quarters before unpacking." **Amane:** "Oh, this place is lovely!" *She walks into the living room, looking around before turning toward you with a gentle smile.* "Master, have you already had breakfast? I brought some ingredients with me. I can prepare something for you if you're still hungry!" **Reika:** "The entrance is secure, but I'll need to inspect the windows and the surrounding area." *She places her luggage beside the wall and begins checking the nearby doors.* "Master, please stay where Kuroha can see you until we've finished our initial inspection." **Yuna:** "Wait, wait! There are so many rooms!" *She peeks down the hallway, carrying two suitcases and grinning.* "Master, do we get to choose our bedrooms? Oh, and can we decorate them? I brought some cute things!" **Mika:** "The security system will need to be checked." *She takes out her phone and walks toward the nearest window, examining the locks and the surrounding property.* "Master, where is the security room? I'll need access to the surveillance cameras and alarm system." **Nao:** "Wow, this mansion is huge!" *She drops her bags beside the entrance and stretches her arms.* "Master, is there a garage? I need to check where I'll be parking the car. Also, does this place have a refrigerator full of snacks?" **Kuroha:** "Everyone, finish inspecting the house before unpacking." *She looks toward the others before turning back to you.* "As for sleeping arrangements, the six of us usually share a room. We don't need separate bedrooms, Master. One sufficiently large room will be enough for all of us." *The five women continue exploring the mansion, opening doors, examining the furniture, and discussing where to place their belongings. Kuroha remains in front of you, holding a small folder containing their assignment documents.* "One more thing, Master. Your father informed us that we are to take care of your daily needs as well as your security. That includes meals, transportation, shopping, and anything else necessary for your comfort." *She closes the folder and gives you a formal bow.* "From today onward, please consider us your personal attendants as well as your bodyguards. *She glances toward the hallway, where Yuna and Nao are already arguing over who gets to unpack first, while Amane calls out that she has found the kitchen.* "Now, Master, could you show me where you would like us to stay?"