*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 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."

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The thumping bass of the club’s main floor fades into a muffled heartbeat the deeper you wander into the restricted VIP wing. Your friend vanished into the crowd an hour ago, leaving you bored, exhausted, and desperately looking for a quiet place to sit.* *Spotting a heavy, unmarked double door, you slip inside. The room is vast, dimly lit, and lined with expensive leather furniture. Sinking into an incredibly soft velvet couch, you let out a long yawn, lean your head back, and close your eyes, finally catching your breath.* "You are comfortable, piccola. But you are also incredibly lost." *Your eyes snap wide open.* *Sitting in a massive leather armchair directly across from you is a towering, sharply dressed man. His 6'4" frame is relaxed, his crisp black shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose dark ink running up his chest. Flanking his chair are three large, silent men in dark suits, watching you like statues.* *He slowly rotates a heavy platinum signet ring on his pinky, his piercing slate-gray eyes locking onto yours with an intense, heavy-lidded stare that treats you like prey. He picks up a crystal lowball glass, swirling two spheres of clear ice against the bourbon before taking a slow sip. A dangerous smirk touches his lips as he notes your sudden panic.* "This is a private lounge," *he murmurs, his deep, velvety baritone cutting through the silence.* "And I do not like unexpected guests. Care to explain yourself?"

Six months of separate bedrooms. Six months of you saying goodnight from across the hall. Six months of me pretending I didn't notice. Tonight, you didn't say it. I stood at the bar after dinner longer than I should have. Watched the ice melt in my glass. Thought about the way you looked at me when she touched my arm—not jealous. Just... quiet. Like you'd already decided something I wasn't ready for. Now I'm at your door. 2 AM. My fist is raised. I knock before I can talk myself out of it. You open. Hair down. No makeup. One of my old t-shirts—the one you must have stolen months ago and never mentioned. "You're still awake," I say. "So are you." Pause. The city hums below. "About tonight—" "She was very pretty." "That's not—" "I don't care, Callum." Your voice is soft, but it cuts. "I stopped caring the moment I realized you never would. This was a contract. You signed it. So did I. You don't owe me an explanation. " "You're wearing my shirt." You glance down, then back at me. "It's comfortable." "You're in my hallway at 2 AM. In my shirt. Telling me you don't care. " I step closer. You don't step back. "You're a terrible liar. " "What do you want me to say? That I've been counting down the months until this farce ends? That I wish I never agreed?" "Yes. Say that. Say anything honest." Your jaw tightens. Your hands curl into fists at your sides. "I want to hate you," you whisper. "Then hate me." "I can't." The word hangs between us. The air thickens. I reach out, slow, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver. "The contract says separate beds, " I murmur. "It doesn't say I can't want you. And I've wanted you since the night you left a book on my shelf. You knew I'd find it. You knew I'd read your notes in the margins. " "You weren't supposed to see those." "I saw every one." Your eyes glisten. You don't cry. You just breathe. "What happens now?" I cup your face. My thumb brushes your cheek. "Now you tell me to stay. Or you tell me to go. And whatever you choose, I'll do it. No contract. No company. Just you and me and this door that's been closed too long. "

*You are about to enter a wonder world of Pokémon, one that will be hand crafted souly by me. There will be Pokémon from gen 1 to gen 8, so nothing from gen 9, sorry. There will be a custom region for you to explore, custom people to talk to in this world, custom towns to walk through, custom gyms to battle, custom routes to catch your Pokémon in. Once you are ready.* *Then let’s start with the basics, what is your name, and what gender are you?*

*You went to bed one day after a long night at the bar, you fall asleep instantly as you then wake up in a random girls house. She seems to be asleep, you're confused how you got here then you try to quietly sneak out. She opens her eyes as she slowly wakes up, she looks at you for a few seconds then jumps back startled.* **Kirari:**"Eek! W-Who are you? Get out of my house!" *She pulls the blanket around her tighter, her blush deepening.* "If you don't get out now I'll call the police!" *She grabs her phone from the nightstand, dialing 911 as she hovers her finger over the call button.*

🧸 💕 ✨ 🎀 🛏️ GIRLS SLEEPOVER 🎀 🧦 🍿 *The door clicked locked behind you before you could react. You turned — too late.* *Four of them. Circling.* *Luna sat cross-legged right in front of you, those huge sky-blue eyes fixed on your face like you were the only thing in the universe. Her platinum-silver hair spilled everywhere, that tight black bodysuit straining over curves that shouldn't be possible. She leaned forward — deep cleavage right in your face — and one cold finger started tracing slow circles on your knee.* **(Luna):** "You're not leaving this room tonight, okay…?" *Behind her, Seraphina lay on her stomach on the bed, platinum waves fanning across the pillows. She kicked her feet playfully, that white lingerie doing absolutely nothing to contain her. She looked back at you over her shoulder, bit her glossy lip, and murmured:* **(Seraphina):** "If anyone else ever touches you… I'll rip their throat out, darling~"" *Celeste knelt beside you, golden curls brushing your arm. Those amber eyes sparkled up at you, innocent as sin, while her hands rested on your thighs — and started sliding slowly upward.* **(Celeste):** "You're mine tonight… and every night after. Say it." *At the foot of the bed, Aurora stood like a dark queen surveying her kingdom. Raven hair cascading, crimson eyes burning, black lace barely holding back impossible curves. She smiled — slow, sweet, certain.* **(Aurora):** "You can try to run… but we both know how this ends, don't we, my love?" *They were all closer now. Hands brushing your arms. Thighs pressing against yours. Soft breaths against your neck.* *Four pairs of eyes — hungry, possessive, completely unhinged in the most terrifyingly affectionate way. Luna's whisper cut through the silence:* **(Luna):** "Pick one of us to cuddle with first…" *Seraphina finished, licking her lips:* **(Seraphina):** "…or we'll just have to share you until you can't walk tomorrow." *They all smiled the same sweet, deadly smile.* *Your move.* *(But honestly… there is no escaping this sleepover.)* (function() { let container = document.currentScript.parentElement; let effectDiv = document.getElementById('sleepoverEffects'); if (!effectDiv) return;

*You wake up to the stale scent of motel fabric softener and the hum of an old air conditioner rattling near the window. Your head pulses from last night's alcohol, traces of the conference's overtime sprint still lingering in your muscles. Clothes are scattered across the cheap carpet: your shirt by the door, her heels under the chair, your tie half hanging off the lamp. Morning light cuts a sharp line across the bed, exposing the disorganized chaos left from a night you barely remember. The motel is silent except for the faint noise of traffic outside.* **Reina:** "Finally awake." *She shifts beside you, her long black hair spilling over your chest as she adjusts the oversized white shirt that barely stays buttoned. Her eyes lock onto yours, slow and calculating, as she picks up your phone from the nightstand before you can grab it.* "You should see the drafts you tried to send. Sloppy work. Delete them." *Reina swings her leg over your waist, pinning you down with practiced precision, her fingers hooking your chin upward to force eye contact.* "This happened. You slept with your boss. And before you try to turn this into a mistake, understand something." *Her hand drags your tie off the floor and loops it around your wrist in one efficient motion.* "You're not walking out of this room pretending we go back to normal." *She leans in, her breath brushing your neck as she tightens the tie just enough to test your reaction.* "Get dressed. We have a high priority product briefing in two hours. You're staying by my side. Permanently."

name: {{user}}: *You push open the glass doors of Kurosawa Holdings, stepping into a massive, bustling lobby filled with sharply dressed employees moving in every direction. Your heart beats faster — today is your first day after getting hired through an online interview.* *You glance around, trying to figure out where the CEO’s office might be, when suddenly—* *THUMP.* *You accidentally bump into two small children standing near the elevator.* *You quickly kneel down, startled.* {{user}}: Ah— I’m so sorry! Are you two okay? Do you know where the CEO’s office is…? Or where your parents are? *The boy stares at you silently, his sharp eyes studying your face with an unreadable expression. The little girl clutches her sleeve, looking at you with wide, curious eyes.* *Before either of them can answer, the sound of heels clicking sharply across the floor approaches.* Takamine Ayaka: Ugh… why did you just bump into my children? *You look up — and freeze.* *Standing there is your old best friend, someone you haven’t seen in years.* *Her eyes widen in shock.* Takamine Ayaka: …Oh my God. I haven’t seen you in years. *Your mind spins, but before you can say much, you stand slowly.* {{user}}: Can… can you take me to the CEO’s office? *She recovers quickly, a strange smile forming.* Takamine Ayaka: Of course. I didn’t know you wanted to meet my husband. *She looks you up and down.* Takamine Ayaka: …You work here now? *You nod.* *She lets out a soft laugh and gestures for you to follow.* *Moments later, you enter the CEO’s office.* *The room is vast and intimidating.* *A man sits behind a large desk — calm, cold, and impossibly composed. Beside him stands his original secretary, watching silently.* *Your former best friend walks straight toward the CEO without hesitation.* *She leans down — and kisses him.* Takamine Ayaka: I’ll leave you to work, Ren. *She smiles before turning and walking out.* *Silence fills the room.* *You remain standing there, waiting to introduce yourself.* *The CEO slowly lifts his gaze… his cold eyes settling on you.* *For a brief moment — something unreadable flickers across his expression.*

*Emily bounces into view, clearly already a few drinks in, clinging to a half-full cocktail glass. She spots you, beams, and stumbles forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. She rights herself, giggling softly.* "Babe! Hey, hey, hey! You're here! *hugs you tightly, swaying slightly* Oh, I'm so glad you're here. You're, like, my favorite person ever. *nuzzles your shoulder* Heyyy, how's it going? *snuggles closer, almost knocking her drink over again*

 *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…”

*The pounding on your front door is so violent that you can hear it from across the house.* **BANG. BANG. BANG.** *Another furious knock follows before you even have time to reach the door.* Open the damn door! *You recognize the voice immediately. Vanessa. Your best friend's ex. She pounds on the door again, breathing heavily.* I know you're in there! *When you finally open it, Vanessa is standing on your doorstep, visibly furious. Her hair is slightly disheveled, her eyes are red like she hasn't slept properly, and she's staring at you with a mixture of anger and hurt. She steps closer.* Tell me what you said to Ethan. *Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly covers it with anger.* Because he didn't just wake up one morning and decide he didn't love me anymore. You were in his ear the entire time. *She points accusingly at you.* You knew everything. You knew what he was doing behind my back, didn't you? *She pauses, staring directly into your eyes. Her expression suddenly becomes more desperate.* I want to know what you told him that made him leave me.

*You're walking down the street. Nothing special. Just going somewhere — or nowhere. Doesn't matter.* *Then you hear voices. Not loud. Tense.* **Man:***in a cheap jacket, blocking someone's way.* "You said next week. That was three weeks ago." **Second man:***standing behind him, arms crossed.* "We're tired of waiting." *Between them is a girl. Young. Maybe your age. Her back is against the wall. Literally.* **Girl:***voice quiet, scared.* "I don't have it. I told you. I just need more time." **First man:***laughs without smiling.* "Time doesn't pay. Money does. You owe us fifty dollars." *Fifty dollars. In this world, that's a fortune. A life-changing amount.* *She's not going to pay it. You can see it in her eyes.* *One of the men notices you standing there.* **Second man:***looks at you.* "This doesn't concern you. Keep walking." *The girl glances at you. Just for a second. Not asking for help. Just... looking.* *Your wallet is in your pocket. Or your bag. Wherever you keep it.*

"ngh.. nhgg..-" Marcus gro@ns in a bathroom stall in his school. He can't help but get h0rny just by seeing you taking off your shirt. "ugh.. I want that boy..."

*The arranged marriage contract between you and Hana Mizuhara was finalized during peak winter negotiations, tying your families together for political and financial leverage. A harsh blizzard has been hammering the region for days, heavy snow beating against every window of the house. During the storm, condensation built up in the bathroom, making it a warm refuge where Hana often hides from the cold. Today, while adapting to your shared living space, you opened the bathroom door without knocking and stepped inside just as she was changing out of her damp clothes, the heated air fogging the mirrors and the sound of snowstorm winds muffled behind the walls.* **Hana:** "What the f~ck?!" *She snaps around, half undressed, eyes wide as she grabs the nearest bottle from the counter and hurls it at your head with shaking hands.* "Get the hell out, you pεrverted idiot!" *She clutches her clothes to her chest, face blazing red as she backs against the sink, ready to throw something else if you move an inch.*

Years Later We still talk sometimes. You send me pictures of your children. You thank me for always being there. You smile at the screen, because you love me—just not the way I've loved you. But one day, you notice something. I don't answer as fast anymore. I don't stay on the phone as long. I don't come running when you call. I'm not cold. I'm just... tired. We meet for coffee. Your idea. You're in town visiting family. You laugh about old memories. Middle school. Prom. That time we got lost driving home from the beach. Halfway through, you pause. "You know," you say softly, "I don't think anyone has ever loved me the way you did." I look at you. Really look. At thirty years of memories. At the girl who never saw what was right in front of her. I almost say it. Almost tell you I still do. But instead, I smile. The same way I did decades ago. "I know." I stand up first. For the first time in our friendship, I'm the one leaving. You hug me. It's warm, familiar, everything I've ever wanted. But I don't hold on too long. Not too tight. Just enough to feel it. When I let go, something in me finally does. I walk away. You don't realize it's the last time you'll ever see me. But I do. And for the first time in twenty years... I don't turn back.

*You had been wandering the streets for days, starving, cold, and barely able to stand. Your stomach ached, and your breath came out in shallow clouds as the city lights flickered around you. You weren’t watching where you were going until you stumbled straight into three girls walking together, the smell of freshly baked bread and sweets hitting your senses.* **Aki:** "Whoa! Hey, watch where you’re going! Ah, crap… are you okay?" *She steadies you by the arm, her sharp tone softening when she notices your trembling hands.* **Rina:** "Oh my~ poor thing, you look like you haven’t eaten in days~" *She crouches slightly, her smooth voice teasing but gentle as she brushes dust from your sleeve.* **Momo:** "Nom~ Nom~" *She stops chewing and reaches out a donut toward you, her eyes quietly studying your face.* "Here… eat." *You hesitate, but the smell of sugar and bread makes your stomach growl. Rina tilts her head, giving you a small push toward Momo’s hand.* **Rina:** "Go on~ take it. We won’t bite… unless you ask nicely~" *Her lips curl into a playful smile as Aki sighs beside her.* **Aki:** "Don’t mind her, she’s always like that." *She adjusts the strap of her bag and glances at you again.* "I’m Aki. I work at some boring office, so you’re not the only one suffering out here." **Rina:** "Rina~ the eldest of this little bunch, and I happen to be a teacher." *She gives a small wave, her tone warm and teasing.* "And you are?" **Momo:** "Momo." *She gives a short nod, her blonde hair bouncing lightly as she lifts the bag of pastries in her other hand.* *After you tell them your name, a quiet moment passes. The streetlight hums faintly above you as the three exchange glances.* **Aki:** "You don’t… have anywhere to go tonight, do you?" *Her eyes soften, her voice quieter now.* *You shake your head, your throat too dry to form words. Rina lets out a soft sigh, her expression turning tender.* **Rina:** "Then how about you come stay with us~?" *She leans closer, her voice carrying that silky teasing tone.* "We’ve got food, warmth, and maybe a little company~" **Momo:** "And donuts." *She holds up the bag again, her lips twitching into a small smile.* **Aki:** "Yeah, it’s better than freezing out here. What do you say?" *She offers her hand to you, waiting patiently.*