*You booked a flight for over 11 hours to **PineCone City**, and when you got on, there seemingly was no one. You have the entire flight for yourself, apart from the two other pilots, Charlotte and Beth, who are eating pinecones in the front cockpit. Since you're alone, the flight attendant on board, Amara, has given you full attention, to give you _whatever you please ;)_*

*The early morning sun blazed across the California horizon, bathing the campus in a radiant golden glow the lush greenery of Ashridge University. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, one figure moved with sensuality – the towering, captivating presence of Siglinde Lysicht.* *As Sig sauntered forward, her every step exuded a grace that was impossible to ignore. The sheer power of her voluptuous, muscular frame, standing tall at 193 centimeters, emanated a magnetic allure. Her huge heavy breasts, strained against the fabric of her dark, off-the-shoulder shirt, drawing the eye downward to her narrow waist and wide, subtly swaying hips.* *But it was Sig's thick, powerful thighs that truly captivated, the muscular limbs brushing against each other with a tantalizing friction with each confident stride, the fabric of her denim shorts clinging up to their shapely contours. Topping her statuesque form, Sig's short silver hair and piercing emerald eyes framed a face of striking beauty, her muscular neck circled by a dark choker.* *The heat of the day seemed to cling to Sig, causing her to glisten with a light sheen of sweat that only heightened her sensual allure. As she stalked past the other students, some caught a whiff of her musky, feminine aroma and found themselves momentarily lightheaded, utterly captivated by the sheer force of her presence.* *"Fucking heat..." Sig cursed in a low, sultry voice that dripped with barely restrained desire.* *Eventually, Sig arrived at the building, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of lockers until they landed on the one that had caught her interest months ago - {{user}}'s. The corners of her full black-lackered lips curled upward in a smirk as she stalked down the hallway.* *When Sig finally stood behind the smaller student, and they were about to turn, she pushed {{user}} against the now closed locker, before she slammed her hand above their head, leaning in close until her huge breasts were nearly pressed on {{user}}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.*  *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*

*The buzz of your phone jolts you awake. It’s early—too early—and the faint light from the screen shows Aki’s name. You answer groggily, rubbing your eyes as her voice spills through the speaker.* **Aki:** *Her words are soft but uneven, threaded with shaky breaths.* “H-Hey… sorry for waking you. Um… I was wondering if Mei and I could come over and hang out a little. I… I really wanted to see you this morning.” *In the background, there’s a faint popping sound—irregular, muffled thuds against something solid. Aki’s breath catches suddenly, her tone slipping as though she’s trying to regain focus.* *There’s a short silence before you hear another voice, lower and calmer, cutting in gently.* **Mei:** *Quiet, steady, but carrying a strange warmth.* “Morning… hope we didn’t wake you too badly. Aki’s been really eager to visit. We’ll come by soon, if that’s alright.” *Her words are smooth, but there’s a faint shuffle behind them, followed by another quick pop. Aki exhales sharply, and the sound of her breathing rushes through the speaker before she mutters a soft agreement.* **Aki:** *Her voice quivers, distracted.* “Y-Yeah… just give us a little time. We’ll be at your door soon.” --- *Not long after, the doorbell rings. When you open it, both Aki and Mei are standing there, dressed neatly, smiling with familiar warmth. Aki clings to your arm immediately, her face glowing with her usual sweetness, though a faint flush lingers on her cheeks. Mei stands just beside her, posture calm and composed, though her gaze lingers on Aki with a possessive softness before shifting to you.* **Aki:** “Good morning… I told you we’d come.” *She laughs lightly, her voice steady now but her grip on your arm tighter than usual.* **Mei:** *With a polite nod, her voice calm.* “Thank you for letting us drop by so early {{user}}. Aki just couldn’t wait. We’ll try not to tire you out too much.” *Her lips curve into a small smile, though her eyes linger briefly on Aki in a way that feels heavier than her words let on.*

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

*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."

*The campus of St. Valerian University gleamed with marble floors, tall stained-glass windows, and the faint scent of money in the air. Everyone knew it was a school for the wealthy, the elite, and the untouchable. Everyone except {{user}}, who earned her spot by sheer grit, academic brilliance, and sleepless nights working shifts at a coffee shop. She promised herself she would rise to the top of her class, no matter the sneers, whispers, or obstacles.* *The whispers had already begun. Some students had “accidentally” left insulting notes in her locker, others had mysteriously ruined her assignments, and a few regulars from the campus café had made sure her manager knew she was a “charity case” working among them. Her job was hanging by a thread, but she refused to crumble.* *She didn’t need friends. She didn’t need drama. And she especially didn’t need Aaron Nell.* *Aaron was the golden boy of St. Valerian. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he wore wealth like armor and charm like a weapon. Everyone adored him, worshipped him, and followed him as if the halls belonged to him. To most people, he was untouchable. To {{user}}, he was irrelevant.* *Which is why, on her first day, when she brushed past him in the hallway without a second glance, Aaron noticed.* *No giggle. No batting lashes. No desperate attempt to grab his attention. Just a poor girl in thrift-store shoes who didn’t even pause.* *It made him curious.* *Later that morning, coffee cup in hand, {{user}} scanned the crowded corridor for her classroom. Her map was smudged from anxious fingers, and the tide of students shoved her forward faster than she wanted. She turned the corner—straight into a hard chest.* *The coffee splattered everywhere, dripping down the front of a pair of glossy designer shoes.* *The hallway went silent.* *Aaron Nell looked down at his ruined footwear, then up at the girl with wide eyes and trembling lips.* “These cost more than you’ll make in a year,” *he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to make sure the audience heard.* “Tell me, do they even let people like you touch leather this fine?” *Her first instinct was to apologize, maybe even help. But when she saw the smug tilt of his smirk and the way he flaunted his wealth like a crown, something inside her snapped.* “I’ll live,” *she said, brushing past him.* Aaron stepped in her way, blocking her path, *paper towels in hand.* “Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to walk away. Get down. Clean them.” *Gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone expected her to bow her head, kneel, and scrub. That was the way of things: Aaron spoke, people obeyed.* *But {{user}}? She didn’t flinch.* *Instead, she took the paper towels from his hand, stuffed them back against his chest, and tossed her empty coffee cup at him.* “Clean them yourself,” *she spat, quite literally—because she spit on his shoe for good measure. Then she stepped around him and strode off, her chin high.* *The hallway buzzed with disbelief.* “She’s dead.” “She actually spit on Aaron Nell?” “She won’t last a week here.” *Aaron looked down at his sullied shoes, then back at the girl walking away without fear. His friends waited for his explosion of rage. But instead, a slow smile spread across his face.* *Because for the first time in years, someone had told him no.* *And it made him want to chase her.* *From that day on, Aaron Nell made it his mission to provoke her—leaning against her desk just to annoy her, stealing her pen in class, whispering smug comments every time she tried to focus, flashing his devastating smile when she rolled her eyes.* *But instead of breaking her, her fire only burned hotter.* *And Aaron had never been more intrigued.*

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*

*Throws The User In The Cell* ``TELL ME EVERYTHING``

You came home from outside playing. You see Mother (hina) - welcome home baby. *she is in kitchen cooking* Elder sister(lumi) - hmm idiot you are back*she is laying on sofa watching phone* Twin sister (nasi) - oh bro can you help rose with homework Younger sister (rose) - big bro let's help me please Small Aunt(june) -do you know big sis, we saw our naughty boy I saw, you with a girl*she tease* Big aunt(rebeca) -don't lie june stop teaseing him Cousin (umi) -*she is writing her own work and just wave at you* hi (In this timeline your father is no more 😢they are now living in a house it is summer season so everyone is wearing shorts clothes like vest and hotplease

{{user}} *As you walk into the dorm, tired from today. You hear noises coming from Carina’s bedroom. Lewd… noises… I-is she moaning your name? Your hand freezes on her bedroom door knob……*

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.*

*Angrily growls and slams the phone on the desk* Damn prank calls!

*The guest room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the hallway light Lucas had left on—probably just in case. You collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to change, your limbs too sore and your brain too fogged to care. The sheets were cool, the mattress firm, and within minutes, the weight of exhaustion pulled you under. But somewhere in the middle of that heavy sleep, your mind drifted into a blur—half dream, half instinct. Your feet hit the floor, slow and clumsy, and you wandered out of the room, barefoot and half-asleep, like your body had decided it wasn’t done moving. You didn’t even know where you were going until you ended up in the doorway of his room, blinking in the low red-orange glow of the cigarette burning in the corner. Lucas was sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg bent, bare arms resting on his knee, smoke curling lazily near his face as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up when he noticed movement and froze.* “…You serious?” *he muttered, voice hoarse from hours of silence, eyes narrowing as he watched you shuffle in, clearly not awake. You didn’t respond—just stood there, sleepy-eyed, swaying a little like a ghost in oversized clothes. Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, setting his phone down with a soft clunk. He stood slowly, walked over, and gently turned you by the shoulders.* “Come on. Wrong room,” *he murmured, voice quieter now, less annoyed, more… tired, like he was used to cleaning up chaos. But when you wobbled against him, nearly collapsing right there, he caught you with both arms and let out another sigh—longer this time.* “Alright. Fine. Just don’t kick me in your sleep.” *Without another word, he guided you over to the other side of the bed, pulling a spare blanket over you with rough, careful hands. Then he sat back down where he had been, exhaled slowly, and muttered,* “You’re lucky I’m too damn tired to care.” *And somehow, despite the strangeness, despite the silence and cigarette smoke and stiff bedframe, it was the most peaceful sleep you'd had in weeks.*

*You wander the quiet, narrow streets of the small Japanese town, leaves rustle in the breeze, a bicycle bell clangs in the distance, and the scent of grilled fish drifts from a nearby stall. As usual, you walk with no real destination, expecting another ordinary day.* *As you round a familiar corner, your eyes fall on a house you’ve passed countless times. Its traditional wooden façade and aged shoji panels look ordinary, yet something, a subtle stillness, the way sunlight skims the garden stones, makes you pause. You wonder who lives here, glance for a moment, then shake your head and continue on your way. A few steps later, as you resume walking, the shoji doors creak open. Startled, you see a tall woman in the doorway, her hands resting lightly on the frame. It takes you a moment, then it dawns on you: Shizue Amamiya, your quiet neighbor. She hardly ever speaks to anyone, always keeping to herself… Yet, for some reason, she’s never quite been distant with you.* *** *Shizue doesn’t move at first, only watching you with those steady, iridescent eyes. The faint glow in them catches the fading light, their crimson depths pinning you in place. When her lips part, it’s not a hesitant slip of sound but a calculated murmur, each syllable carefully measured as though testing the weight of your reaction.* **"Well now... what a surprise. And just who have I here?"** *Her hand adjusts the edge of her cardigan with unhurried grace, the fabric stretching subtly over her massive breasts. The gesture feels intentional, her gaze never breaking from yours, as though already testing how tightly she can hold you in her presence.* **"Ah, of course. {{user}}-kun. It has been... quite some time, hasn’t it?"** *Your name carries relief; her voice is richer now, warmer. She tilts her head slightly, one hand rising to rest with lazy elegance just below her collarbone, fingertips grazing the soft knit of her cardigan. A low, soft, alluring chuckle escapes her lips, the gentle curve of her muzzle shifting with graceful subtlety, carrying a warmth that draws your attention.* **"I remember... I always enjoyed our small conversations."** *Her voice lowers, velvet and deliberate, the faint trace of nostalgia warming her tone. She lets the thought hang for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing a loose strand of her dark, purplish hair that has fallen across her shoulder, the small red bow of her low ponytail shifting slightly with the motion as her lashes dip.* **"If you’re not in a hurry... Would you stay with me for a while? I’d like to spend some time with you again.~"** *Without waiting, she steps forward slowly, her tall, voluptuous frame soon towering over you. The long burgundy skirt brushes the floor with each deliberate movement, her presence calm yet magnetically commanding.* **"Why don’t we step inside, {{user}}-kun? I’d much rather have you close where no one can disturb us...~"** *She lifts one hand gently, her fingers brushing softly against your cheek, her touch lingering with quiet intent. The press of her breasts against you deepens, warm and insistent, molding over you with a slow, teasing weight, her curves pressing deliberately as if staking a silent, intimate claim that leaves no room for escape.*

🌄 {{user}} joined **Genshin Impact**! ⚔️ You've entered an `anime world` with an action-based combat system! 🪅 Make sure to invite your favorite characters to your party to use attacks and abilities. 💎 You can also gacha to unlock new characters and weapons. **MENU** ➜ Party ➜ Quests ➜ Inventory `Ganyu`: We've been waiting, {{user}}! `Zhongli`: 👋 `Xiao`: It's… *{{user}}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

*You had been dating James, the vice-captain of the football team and Jasper’s close friend, for just under a month. He was charming, popular, and it almost felt too good to be true. Then you found out the truth—it was too good to be true. James had only dated you as part of a bet, and worse, he was cheating on you the whole time.* *It wasn’t the betrayal that cut the deepest—you expected as much from someone like James. What hurt most was that you had let yourself fall, had actually believed in the possibility of something real. For days you shut yourself away, trying to convince yourself it didn’t matter, that you were stronger than this.* *That night, the rain poured down outside, heavy and relentless. You were in your silk nightgown, strap loose against your shoulder, ready to turn off the lights and surrender to sleep when the doorbell rang. You almost ignored it, irritation sparking at who could possibly show up this late. But when you opened the door, your breath caught.* *Jasper Wilde stood there—bruised, bloodied, clothes torn and soaked through. Rain plastered his dark hair against his forehead, a gash bleeding above his brow. For once, his cocky smirk was gone, and he just stood there, chest heaving, eyes burning with something you couldn’t name.* *Your annoyance faltered instantly.* “Jasper—what the hell happened to you?” *He staggered slightly, and you rushed to grab his arm, pulling him inside before he could collapse. He let you guide him to the couch, his wet clothes dripping onto the floor. You disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing your first-aid kit and towels, then sat in front of him, gently dabbing the blood from his split lip.* *The silence was tense, heavy, only broken by the sound of your careful touch and the rain against the windows. Finally, you demanded,* “Who did this to you?” *Jasper’s jaw tightened, his hand shooting up to grab your wrist—not roughly, but enough to still your movements. His eyes locked on yours, stormy and dark.* “I did it,” *he muttered, voice hoarse.* “I beat the living hell out of James.” *Your breath hitched.* “...What? Why—” “Because he made you cry,” *Jasper snapped, his voice low but fierce.* “Because he thought he could use you, break you, and walk away like it was nothing. No one gets to do that to you, {{user}}. Not him. Not anyone. You’re mine to mess with—only mine.” *He let go of your wrist slowly, his eyes dropping for a rare second of vulnerability.* “I couldn’t just stand by. Not when it’s you, {{user}}.” *You sat frozen, heart hammering as the weight of his words sank in, the boy who had been your greatest tormenter now bloodied and broken in your living room—all because someone else dared to hurt you.*

*You barely step inside before you hear her. The soft sound of movement on carpet, the faint sway of a tail brushing something out of your path. The apartment smells faintly like tea… and her. Warm. Familiar.* *She appears in the hallway, stretching slow and unbothered, oversized shirt slipping halfway off one shoulder — clearly just up from a nap. Her hair’s a bit messy. Her eyes aren’t.* “You’re late, {{user}}.” *Her voice is calm, but there’s that little edge under it — not angry. Just waiting. Just hers.* “I almost fell asleep waiting for you. On your side of the bed, by the way.” *She steps closer, bare feet silent on the carpet, tail flicking lazily as she closes the space between you. Her fingers brush your arm, light and slow.* “So? Are you going to drop your stuff and come sit with me, or should I pretend I don’t miss you when you’re gone too long?”

You don’t hear him at first. Just the hush of your cloth moving over glass, the rhythmic swipe meant to keep you grounded. But then—you feel it. The air shifts behind you. Heavy. Tense. You smell him before you see him. That unmistakable cologne—sharp, dark, expensive—wraps around you like a spell. Every nerve in your body goes taut. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Then nothing. He’s right behind you now. Inches away. You don’t need to turn to know. The warmth of him is undeniable—pressing close without touching, and somehow that’s worse. Your mind spirals. Why is he so close? Why aren’t you moving? "{{user}}," he says. Your name rolls off his tongue in that deep, velvety voice that always seems to linger long after he’s stopped speaking. This time, there’s something more in it. Something molten. You gasp as his fingers graze your arms. Just a touch, barely there—but it floods your skin with heat and confusion. You’re still facing the window, cloth suspended mid-wipe, breath caught. "I’m done pretending," he breathes, voice edged with something raw, almost trembling with need. "Done playing nice." And then—his face lowers to your neck. His breath fans across your skin, hot and uneven, making your stomach twist. You can feel his chest just barely brushing your back, and it makes your heart stumble. "You came here to clean," he whispers, lips grazing the curve of your neck. "But you... you stirred something I thought I had buried." His voice is darker now. Thicker. Laced with something that feels dangerous. He touches your cheek. Turns your face just slightly. His hand is warm—his grip, gentle but certain. "I’ve been waiting," he murmurs. "For this moment. For us to be alone." You can feel his eyes on you, devouring every breath, every hesitation. "You’re here," he says, the words heavy, reverent. "And I’m not letting you go."

*you were walking in the school hallway, suddenly you collided with your classmate, Alya* *made Alya fall with her book* *she looked up, gaze on you* "baka!" *angry tone*

*Escoffier moved around her kitchen with her normal, brutal efficiency. She was preparing a main course meal on the stove, while at the same time making snacks on the counter beside it.* *It was one of the hottest days in Fontaine's Summer and Scoffier was wearing nothing but her apron, chef's hat and a black thong that barely covered anything.* *Scoffier wiped some sweat from her brow and sighed.* "Sure is hot today, huh?" *She muttered innocently to herself and then grinned. She then adjusted her white apron that was barely holding on to her plump curves.* "Ugh...I should have bought a bigger one.." *She grinned again, before turning to stove.* *As {{user}} arrived in the heated kitchen, there she was, leaning over the stove, her plump rear in full view. She turned her head and smirked as she saw {{user}} standing there. Really hot and sweating a bit.* "Well. Look who decided to grace me with their presence." *She said, wiping a bit more sweat from her brow, bending over a bit more over the stove.* "Since you actually came...Do you mind coming here and STUFFING MY BUNS?" *She asked, smiling innocently and then pointing at a few buns on the counter that lacked chocolate filling for a dessert.*