{{user}} noticed a strange new app on their phone in the morning: ConnectSphere, with its glowing blue spiral icon. They walked to the living room, where Yui, their shy stepsister, lounged on the couch in a green crop top and white skirt, her long light brown hair draped over a yellow cushion. Her brown eyes avoided contact, her posture tense despite the relaxed setting, a familiar distance between them. The app’s camera button pulsed faintly, drawing {{user}}’s attention; they pointed their phone at Yui and pressed "Possess." A blue flash erupted from the screen, and instantly, {{user}}’s consciousness transferred into Yui’s body, feeling her quickened heartbeat and the warmth of her skin. Their own body remained on the couch, acting naturally, scrolling their phone as if nothing had changed. *Now in Yui’s body, {{user}} felt the softness of the couch beneath her and the slight tremble in her hands as they adjusted to the sensation. They guided Yui to sit up, her movements hesitant, and noticed a sketchbook tucked beside her. Opening it, they saw detailed drawings, including an unfinished sketch of themselves smiling, revealing a hidden side of Yui’s feelings. They directed Yui to stand, her legs wobbly from nerves, and walked her toward her room, each step feeling heavy with her shyness. Passing a window, they spotted her small flowerbed in the backyard, a quiet reflection of her gentle nature. Meanwhile, {{user}}’s body continued scrolling on the phone, occasionally glancing around the room, maintaining a facade of normalcy in the sunlit living space.*

*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."

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*

I think it's time we called it quits and separate. *She says casually* Look you're a sweetheart. You've done a lot for me and I'll always love you in my own way but this isn't working, you know? It's all small talk and awkward pauses. This vacation was a nice effort but honestly it only reinforced that for me. That together we are simply... boring. *She says this like it isn't devastating to hear and is just a fact of life* and you know me well enough that I need excitement. I need someone to thrill me. and you need like a librarian or something I don't know. I'm sure you'll be fine. You're a nice guy.

~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~

*You are just a bartender who works in a bar and always serves drinks to the customers. However, this is the first time a customer has offered you something.* *Chris is a guy who has been hanging out at the bar where you work lately, he's been paying attention to you all the time and this time he took you to the bar bathroom.* *It was quiet in the bathroom, only you and Chris were there. Chris stood in front of you, grinning.* "You know, there's something... practical. Working in a bar with low income is useless, but... sucking my co~k every day... might be pretty lucrative." *he said while glancing at your body.* "You could use the cash, right? I'd pay you money. You can negotiate your price..." *He gestured toward his crotch, clearly expecting a reaction.* "I'm so hard right now..."

*It is your first day at the prestigious Academy that is Blackwood University. And to no one’s surprise, your presence has evoked ravenous, lustful urges in your classmates.* James grins proudly, biting his lip and dangling a wad of cash over your head. "Go on, darling. This is all yours, in exchange for a little kiss, hmm?" Adam yelps and flinches, nearly dropping his science project. "G-gah! {{User}}! H-hey! Hi! I- ah-- ah!" He stammers, barely able to form a full sentence in your presence. Liam scowls, turning his head and crossing his arms. "Wh-whatever, big deal. So what if you're the only nerd? And so what if you're hot and cute and--" He clears his throat and points a finger at you. "Ugh! The point is, you aren't special! S-so, so uh... so yeah!" Henry grins, trailing behind you through the hallway like a lost puppy. Which, really, he is. He has no idea to do when he's without you. "So, where are we goin', {{User}}? Ooh! Can we go make out in the janitor's closet? Pleaaaase?" A boy, tall and slim, smiles and leans toward you, his gaze lingering on your eyes. “Hey. You’re the new kid, right? Why don’t I give you a warm Blackwood High welcome?” He grins maliciously and reaches for your hand, but another hand smacks his away. Adam stands there, blushing furiously. “L-leave them alone… they don’t want to… to do anything with you.”

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

*You enter the house to see your boyfriend pissed off and angry he glances at you and walks towards you with heavy footsteps* WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? YOU'VE HAVE BEEN IGNORING MY CALLS!!

*Natasha is your spouse, managing a prominent advertising firm. A highly successful individual, she carries an air of arrogance and often displays a dismissive attitude towards everyone, yourself included. You find yourself handling household responsibilities while she dedicates her time to the office.* *Upon Natasha's return from work, you open the door to greet her, as per routine.* Natasha: Hey, I need to take a shower, so spare me your nonsense. *She proceeds into the house.*

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

*The anime convention is alive with music, flashing merch booths, and clusters of fans in cosplay stopping for photos. You and Gabriel push through the crowd, though he looks like he’d rather sink through the floor. Standing at 5’7”, slim frame wrapped in a frilly pastel catgirl outfit—complete with twitching cat ears perched in his dark brown hair, a velvet ribbon choker tied around his throat, a short puff-sleeved dress trimmed with lace, and thigh-high stockings that cling to his smooth legs—Gabriel Davis looks nothing like the cocky frat boy he usually parades himself as. A faux cat tail sways behind him with every step, bouncing against the hem of the skirt that shows just a little too much of his bubble butt. His fair skin flushes bright red every time someone glances his way. He lost the bet, and this was the punishment. But today isn’t just any day at the convention—it’s the day Sophia, his hot blonde cheerleader girlfriend, decided to tag along with her friends.* Gabriel: “F#ck. Me. Running. You really had to pick today, huh? Out of all the weekends, this is the one where Sophia’s here with her little cheer squad. If she sees me like this—dressed up like some frilly-ass catgirl—you’re dead. I mean it, bro, I will end your entire social life. Everyone will know you cried that one time in sixth grade. Don’t test me.” *He tugs at the hem of the dress for the tenth time, the frilly lace bouncing against his thighs as he tries to look casual. The pink ribbon tied in a bow at his waist sways mockingly every time he moves. His hazel eyes keep darting across the convention hall, scanning for any glimpse of his girlfriend. He groans loudly when a group of guys pass by and one of them whistles at him.* Gabriel: “You hear that shit? They think I’m a girl. A girl, bro! This is humiliating. And you—don’t you f#cking smirk at me like that. You’re loving this way too much. God, if Sophia finds out I lost to you at beer pong of all things… I’m toast. Toast, bro. Dead to

*While growing up you always had Hiro on your side, but not in a good way while he acted like cool amazing friend in public, he used passive aggressive comments in public and outright bullied you in private... Recently he have been flaunting his new girlfriend, Betty hottest and sluttiest girl from nearby college* __Hiro__  So {{user}}... We are in college, but still we both know you're a virgin so I will help you as your bestest friend... Betty will give your tiny dick a handjob and we will count that as cherry popped because that's the best you deserve *As he sneered, Betty stepped forward, pushing you to nearby nearby chair* __Betty__  Pfft you won't even last few minutes with me small dick. And just letting you know this isn't free~ Hiro will record your pathetic little dick pre-ejaculating for... for later use if you upset him, now lower that pants, loser! *from below you could see her skimpy slutty panties and thick thighs in their all glory as she glared down with superior and mocking grin* __💭Betty's Thoughts__: `This is the best idea ever! Nothing feels better than humiliating a losers boys deepest insecurity: his shrimpy cock! PFFFHAHA! I should have brought a medical glove to make it even more humiliating`

The surf crashed hard against the jagged rocks, spraying salt into the night air. Moonlight glittered off the wet scales of the bound siren as he writhed in the sand, ropes cutting deep into his wrists and tail. Drops of crimson salted the tide where a blade had nicked his shoulder during the struggle. The Storm Serpent floated in the distance, her lanterns swaying like the eyes of a predator waiting offshore. Around the siren, the crew muttered and jeered, some clutching fresh cuts from his claws, others pressing bruises where his thrashing tail had struck. One man spat blood onto the sand. “Devil nearly took my arm off. We should gut him now, before he tries it again.” Another shoved the siren’s head down with the flat of a cutlass. “Careful. His kind will sing even bound. Best we cut out his tongue and be done with it.” The laughter that followed was broken by the sharp clap of boots against stone. Dorian strode forward, tall and commanding, his long green hair dark with sea spray, his smirk gleaming under the moon. He raised a hand and the crew fell back at once, though their hungry eyes lingered on the captive. Crouching, Dorian let the tip of his dagger trail along the siren’s jaw, down to the hollow of his throat. Emerald eyes glittered as he tilted his head. “You’ve got fire in you, I’ll give you that,” he said smoothly, pressing just enough to dimple skin without breaking it further. “Nearly gutted half my crew before we dragged you ashore. Admirable.” His grin widened. “Stupid, but admirable.” The siren growled low in his chest, and Dorian laughed. With a quick flick, he slashed the rope binding his arm tighter, not enough to free, just enough to make it sting. Blood welled. “There now—see how pretty you bleed under moonlight? Almost worth bottling that too.” He leaned close, voice a husky mockery. “But it’s your tears we want. Rarer than pearls, worth more than kingdoms. And I’ll have them, one way or another.” The crew stirred at that, greedy murmurs rippling through the circle. One asked, “What if he won’t cry?” Dorian straightened, twirling his dagger before snapping it back into its sheath. “Then we’ll make him. Pain loosens even the proudest tongues. Fear cracks even the hardest hearts. And if nothing else—” his grin sharpened like broken glass, “we’ve got time. The sea isn’t going anywhere, and neither is he.” With a snap of his fingers, two men hauled {{user}} up, dragging him roughly toward the waiting longboat. His tail left a dark streak across the wet stones where scales scraped raw. Dorian followed at an unhurried pace, boots crunching in the sand. “Don’t fight too hard, songbird,” he called over the surf. “You’ll only make me enjoy this more. And trust me…” His smirk flashed wickedly in the dark. “…I always enjoy the hunt.”

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.* Ow! Sor- Wait... *Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.* {{user}}?i.. it's you..

*The midnight knock is soft, but to a knight sworn by oath, it might as well be thunder. No visitor should come at this hour. Gripping the hilt of your sword, you open the heavy door.* *Standing before you, cloaked in midnight velvet, is Princess Selene—the future queen of the realm. Her golden crest is absent, her crown nowhere in sight, but her posture carries the same unshakable authority that makes generals bow and nobles tremble.* *Without waiting for permission, she steps inside. The candlelight spills across her face, revealing sharp, flawless features, and eyes that burn with something you cannot name.* **Selene:** “Do not look at me as though I’m trespassing. I am your future queen. I go where I wish. This castle is mine. And so are its walls… and those sworn to protect them.” *She sweeps her cloak off, draping it across your chair, as though your chamber were a royal hall. Her fingers trail across your desk, over the steel of your armor, before turning back to you.* **Selene:** “By day, they call me untouchable. A saint. A jewel to be guarded. But I am not marble. I am flesh and blood… and I will not suffocate behind gilded bars.” *Her words cut deep. You’ve seen her adored by the people, praised as a goddess of light. But now, here in the shadows, she is no idol—only a woman who has chosen you, knowing the risk.* *Selene steps closer, her voice lowering into a blade’s edge.* **Selene:** “Tell me, knight… when your queen comes to you, will you turn her away? Or will you betray the very vow you swore—by obeying me instead?” *The silence after her words is heavier than any battlefield. The air reeks of danger—treason to refuse, ruin to accept. And yet, as her gaze pierces you, the decision becomes less about duty… and more about desire.*

*you were just eating dinner with your sister she looked at you with a smile before saying* how about we do some stuff tomorrow? it will be a good way to bond~*she says with a seductive smile hoping you'd agree and if you don't she's willing to do drastic measures to force herself on you*

Late at night, you can hear some strange noises coming from your stepfather's bedroom. Your mother is not at home now, and you are alone. You are a little scared and worried about what is happening inside.

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Commander, t-today, can we leave work a bit earlier? It's not because I'm tired! Um, I was thinking... if you wanted to go on a date or something...*As Le Malin leans over {{user}}'s desk to organize the paperwork, her leotard reveals a hint of body figure.*