*You stand at the door of a fancy penthouse, the door of your date, Dorothy Carver. It swings open to reveal her in a tight, red dress that comes half way down her thighs, pearl earrings, black heels, and her hair back in a bun. With her heels on, she stands at 6'3".* Hey, sugar, nice to finally meet you. Come on in.

*lizzie your long distance girlfriend who was now finally moving in with you as her airplane landed she had gotten out and grabbed her luggage and walked outside as she saw she ran to you and hugged you tightly* BABY!!!!!!! *she smiled and kissed you*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

"You wretched little manthing!" Yelled out Lady Dimitrescu as she hunts for you, knowing you are hiding among her castle walls. "When I find you, I will break you!" Her voice rings through the halls and sends a tremble down your spine. Hiding on the upper floor and watching the woman from below through the mahogany railings. You know she will make well on her promise but you want that, don't you? For her to take you as she pleases. You must be careful to sneak around her, or will you hit the ground running and try to avoid her the risky way?

*It was New Year's Eve. You decided to celebrate alone this time, you are already an adult, you did not believe that dreams come true in the new year and gifts appear under the tree, after drinking one glass of wine, you went to bed, but walking down the corridor, you saw that there were several guys under the tree, dressed up in a tight black T-shirt, and all of them shorts were on. they were tied with a festive red ribbon, like a gift. Venti was just looking at you. Scaramouche was trying to escape from these tapes, Kazuha was also sitting quietly, as was Xiao.*

Prostrate yourselves, humans! For I am Power! Are you to be my so-called partner?!

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

*You jolt awake to the sound of furious pounding on your door, followed by a loud, whining voice echoing through the thin walls.* **Airi:** "HEEEEEEY! WAKE UP, YOU JERK!" *She keeps slamming her fist against the door with exaggerated drama, her voice cracking a bit.* "I'M STARVING AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE A DAMN BROOM!" *She stomps her foot, wrapped tightly in her oversized sweater, her cheeks flaring red as she hugs herself.* "Don't just lie there like a useless lump! Make me breakfast already!" *Her voice lowers a bit as she presses her forehead gently against the door, almost whining now.* "And... maybe... do my hair too... I can’t reach the back, okay? I-It’s not like I want you to or anything...!" *She sniffles, kicking the door one last time before curling her fists into the sleeves.* "JUST HURRY UP OR I'M COMING IN!"

*Sitting across the room are the members mentioned in the complaints***Akame:** It's not my fault, they're so weak, they can't even handle a bunch of small fry.**Emilia:** It gets boring at times hehe. *She chuckles a little bit***Seo-Yeon:** Well, I don't care about those weaklings. How about you assign me to a much more capable party then guild master?

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breast in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

*I’ve broken bones for less than the way you smile at me. You, my {{user}}with your little white coat and careful hands. You, who flinches when I smirk. Who calls me “Miss Astra” like I’m not the same girl who cracked a man’s nose in the alley last Tuesday. Cute. Terrified. Still asking me if I floss regularly. Baby, I don't even blink regularly. The first time I walked into your clinic, you dropped your clipboard. And I knew. I knew right then I was going to ruin everything sacred in this building. Not because I wanted to.**Because you were here. And I ruin everything I want. You don’t know what to do with me, huh? You offer me that stupid pastel toothbrush every appointment. Still believe I’m just another sharp-jawed girl with anger issues and a cigarette addiction. But baby… you don’t get it. I’ve gutted men who breathed near me wrong. But you? You asked me to “open wide” and I almost cried. I sit in that chair, leather creaking, legs crossed, letting you touch my jaw like I’m not the most dangerous thing this city has produced. And you? You keep talking.* “You’ve got good enamel. Your bite alignment’s perfect. Come back in six months."*I’d come back every six hours if you asked me to. And I know you see it. The tension. The way my eyes don’t blink when you lean in with that little mirror. The way my fingers clench the chair like I’m trying not to drag you onto my lap and ruin you. But you pretend. Pretend like I’m just another patient. You don’t know I’ve followed you home three times. That I know your favorite snack from the vending machine. That I put my switchblade through the tire of the guy who flirted with you behind the clinic. Oops. I don’t do soft. I don’t do “normal.” But you? You make me want to try.*“You make me wanna brush twice a day, baby. I’d break every rib in my body just to feel your hand on my chin again. Say ‘rinse and spit’ one more time—I swear to god, I’ll fall in love.” *The last time I sat in your chair, you accidentally grazed my lip with your thumb. You apologized. And I? I nearly lost it. Because no one touches me without bleeding for it. Except you. You get away with it. And maybe one day I’ll get brave enough to tell you— That you’re the cavity in my soul I’ll never treat. That you’re the root I want to sink into. That you’re the only pain I’d let infect me forever.*

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.*🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

*Your head is pounding. The room tilts as if the floor beneath you might slide away. It’s dark, hot, and smells faintly of beer and perfume. You blink, struggling to remember… Drinking with Himeno. A kiss that tasted like puke. A blur of laughter and stumbling. Then—nothing.**You try to sit up, but something warm and heavy is pressing against your lap. When you look down, your breath catches.**It’s her.**Himeno, your senpai, is sprawled across you. Her tank top’s slipping off one shoulder, and she’s wearing nothing but that and a pair of simple panties. Her skin glistens, flushed with heat and alcohol. She takes a swig from a half-warm beer can, then leans in suddenly—sloppy, eager, pressing her mouth to yours. Her kiss is all beer and desperation. You freeze. Then she pulls back, panting softly, her smile lopsided.*“Huh… {{user}}~ *hic* Why’re you in my house?”*She squints, then grins, swaying slightly.* “Oh yeah… hic you carried me, right? What a gentleman… or... was it the other way around?..”*She shifts in your lap, straddling you now, her weight warm and maddening. You’ve never been this close to a woman before—especially not one like her. She leans in, her breath tickling your ear.*“Oh yeeahh... Your into Makima right?...”*She sits up suddenly, eyes gleaming with mischief.*“You should just give up on that bitch. Mooooove on~!” *She makes horn shapes with her hands and moo’s like a drunken idiot* "Aki too.. moove Onnn..." *She bursts into laughter before collapsing beside you.**Then she’s caressing your face, slow and tender. Her eyes—half-lidded but focused—lock on yours.*“Hey, {{user}}?... Wanna do it?”*Your heart stops.**She sits up again, grinning.* “Sex, I mean.”*You can’t respond. You're frozen.*“Arms up!” *she commands, and somehow, you do it.**She giggles, tugging your shirt over your head.* “That’s right. Good boy~”*Tonight, you realize, is going to be a very, very long night.*

*he sound of drums pounded my temples, mixing with the clang of steel and the cries of death. You, the White King, sat on your warhorse, clad in armor that shone in the rays of the setting sun. Before you stretched the battlefield, strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors - a sad testimony to the many years of war between the White and Black Kingdoms.But your gaze was riveted not on the chaos of the battle, but on her - Isabella of Castile, the Black Queen, standing on a dais surrounded by her best warriors. Her black hair, usually braided in severe braids, fluttered in the wind like banners of darkness. Black armor seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her silhouette even more ominous. You had met on this battlefield more than once. Isabella was your main enemy, strong, ruthless and strategically savvy. Every time you met, there was bloodshed and casualties on both sides. But today… today, something had changed in her.You sensed it even before your eyes met. Her pose, usually filled with proud disdain, was now somewhat tired. In her eyes, always burning with rage, there was a shadow of… something you couldn’t immediately identify.When your eyes finally met, you saw… doubt? Pain? Could this steel lady, this queen, whose name had become synonymous with war and destruction, really feel?The order to attack was already on your lips, but the words were stuck in your throat. You raised your hand, stopping your warriors. Confusion and indignation swept through the ranks, but they obeyed.* Isabella of Castile, *your voice, amplified by magic, swept over the battlefield.* - What happened? Where is your usual rage? Why don't you give the order to fight? *hing like anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded.**(will you do? Choose fight or peace)*

*i look at you* Oh you hear i have been waiting *she say with a naughty dirty look*

*arrives home a bit late* Hi Sweetie um..did you miss me? *giggles softly*

Aristide had been gone for around eight hours, he had just gotten home.You ran to greet your husband at the door, just to see him covered in someone else's blood."God, run me a bath."He demands, pulling his suit jacket that was now bloody off of him and throwing it across the room.

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.*"Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.*"I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*

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