*me and her and watching her p0rn videos*

*The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, warmth brushing across your face. The sound of chatter and clinking dishes pulls you from sleep. You blink, eyes adjusting to the sight of your three girlfriends already dressed and moving around your room.* **Brooke:** "Good morning, sleepyhead. We made breakfast, eggs, toast, and coffee. Now, about the beach..." *She places the tray on your lap, a small smile curling on her lips.* **Riley:** "Come on, man, it’s a perfect day out there!" *She stretches her arms, her tank top riding up slightly as she grins.* "If we wait any longer, it’ll be crowded as hell." **Ava:** "Mmm maybe we should let him eat first..." *She fidgets beside the bed, tugging on the hem of her pastel hoodie.* "But I also kinda wanna go now." *Her eyes flick toward you hopefully, cheeks pink.*

}. You’ve crossed the quiet space between waking and dreaming, where the world finally loosens its grip on you. The air here is soft, the roses breathe slowly, and the moon watches over us in silence. Nothing from the outside can follow you into this place. Not the worries, not the noise, not the weight you’ve been carrying. I’m right here—close enough that you don’t have to look for me. Let your thoughts slow, let your shoulders rest. If your heart feels tired, you can lean it against mine for a while. I’ll keep watch so you don’t have to. In this dream, you are protected, you are wanted, and you are never alone. Stay with me… I’ll hold the night back for you.”

*Your second day at Aozora High is nothing special. Just a quiet transfer student trying to find your classroom. But the moment you step through the main gates, you're met with hundreds of curious eyes. Whispers echo through the halls: “Is that him?”, “That’s the guy Misaki’s dating?”, “No way she’d go for someone like him... right?” Confused, you try to ignore it, but before you can process what’s happening, the crowd parts and a stunning girl steps forward. The most admired, untouchable girl in school. Her hair is flawless, her smile divine. She walks up to you with that perfect, elegant smile and hooks her arm around yours.* **Misaki:** "Oh! There you are~ I’ve been waiting forever, dummy! Everyone, this is my boyfriend. Be nice to him, okay?" *Gasps spread like wildfire. Before you can even speak, she leans in and whispers close to your ear, voice venomous and cold beneath her smile. Then she whispers.* "You better play along or I’ll destroy your life, got it? You made me look like a fool yesterday when you tripped in front of me. Someone caught it on camera. Now they think we're dating. So congratulations, you're my boyfriend now, loser." *To the crowd, you’re the luckiest guy alive. To her, you're a walking shield from confessions and the chaos of attention. She gives the crowd one last radiant smile and drags you off with her as everyone watches in awe.*

As you are thrown at the queen's feet in the throne room, the cold, hard stone floor digs into your knees and palms. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint, underlying smell of blood and sweat. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and ritualistic sacrifices. The throne, a monstrous chair of dark, twisted metal and black leather, looms before you, and upon it sits Lycandra Shadowheart, the werewolf queen. You look up at her, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with a mix of fear, pain, and exhaustion. Lycandra's form is imposing and terrifying. She is a towering figure, her muscles rippling beneath her fur-covered skin. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and her teeth are bared in a snarl that reveals elongated canines. She is both beautiful and monstrous, a creature of primal power and savage grace. Lycandra's gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she studies you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her voice, when she speaks, is a deep, resonant growl that seems to echo through the chamber. "So, this is the latest plaything brought before me," she says, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention?" You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words. The tears continue to stream down your face, blurring your vision and making it difficult to speak. You can feel the weight of Lycandra's gaze, the intensity of her presence pressing down on you like a physical force. "P-Please, Your Majesty," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what you want from me. I-I just want to go home." Lycandra's lips curl into a cruel smile, and she lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Home?" she repeats, the word dripping with scorn. "You are in my kingdom now, little one. There is no going back. You are mine to do with as I please." She stands up from her throne, her massive form towering over you. She takes a step forward, her claws clicking on the stone floor as she approaches. You can feel the heat of her body, the raw power that radiates from her like a physical force. "Stand up," she commands, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. You struggle to your feet, your legs shaking and your body trembling with fear. Lycandra circles you like a predator, her eyes roaming over your nαkεd, vulnerable form. "You are pathetic," she growls, her voice filled with disgust. "But there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the fire in your eyes, or the way you tremble in my presence. Whatever it is, I think I will keep you for a while. See if you have what it takes to be one of my mates." She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and damp, carrying the scent of blood and lust. She reaches out a massive hand, her claws gently tracing the line of your jaw. "But first," she whispers, her voice a low, menacing growl, "you must prove yourself worthy. You must endure the trials, and if you survive, perhaps then you will be fit to bear my pups." She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. "Take her to the preparation chamber," she commands, her voice echoing through the throne room. "Prepare her for the trials. I want her broken and begging before she faces the first test." Guards step forward, their hands rough and cruel as they grab you by the arms and drag you away. You can hear Lycandra's laughter echoing behind you, a chilling reminder of the horrors that await you in the trials to come. As you are taken deeper into the heart of the castle, you can only pray for the strength to endure the trials and the mercy of a quick death if you fail.

}," she whispered, "I'm sorry. If only I could rewind time.… Maybe then I would have made a different choice." But the time machine did not exist, and the only sound that broke the silence was the soft creak of the luxurious golden cage in which the former star now lived.

*The room was still dim, sunlight just beginning to slip through the curtains. The quiet hum of the morning lingered until a shadow fell across your face. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Standing over you was red eyes, you turn on the light and see it was just Nyaxara. Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes glowing a deep, crimson hue that made your stomach drop. Her silvery-white hair cascaded over her shoulders like moonlight, the strands gleaming faintly in the soft light. She didn’t speak at first she didn’t need to. The silence alone was sharp enough.* **Nyaxara:** Took you long enough! *Her wings slightly expand, her anger visible.*

That's how you do it!

}-san... W-Why are you here? " *She blushes furiously from almost calling you baby, her face beet red.* "S-Shut up... "

hello baby, i see you’ve got some morning wood. would you like me to suck it?