The first thing you noticed was the silence. Two years ago, he’d been impossible to miss—always finding excuses to sit beside you, always looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Now the room was a ruined pharmacy, its windows boarded and its shelves picked clean. Outside, the dead dragged their feet through the rain. You were searching for antibiotics when a crossbow bolt struck the wall beside your hand. “Don’t move.” You froze. The voice was older. Rougher. But you knew it. Slowly, you turned. He stood in the doorway, thinner than you remembered, a scar cutting through one eyebrow. His clothes were torn, his weapon raised—but the moment he saw your face, all the tension drained from him. His lips parted. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then he whispered, “You’re alive.” “So are you.” A laugh escaped him, broken and disbelieving. He lowered the crossbow. Behind you, something slammed against the pharmacy’s back door. His eyes flicked toward it, then back to you. “We have to go.” You nodded, but neither of you moved. Two years ago, he would have stumbled over an excuse to talk to you. Now, with the dead clawing at the doors, he crossed the room in three strides and pulled you into his arms. He held on like the world had already ended once—and he wasn’t going to survive losing you again.

 *Nekomimi-(Neko) perched on the arm of the couch. Her dark green hair spilled over her forehead. Her cat ears were flat — irritated. Hurt.* *Her golden-green eyes fixed on you. Wet. Resolve mixed with something softer. Something waiting.* *Her tail swished sharply against the cushions.* "I've had enough." *Her voice was soft. Sulky. Trying to be firm — and failing.* "I've had enough of being ignored while you bury yourself in work." *She slid off the couch arm. Stood in front of you. Her hands were clenched at her sides. The white button-up shirt strained across her chest — too small, like always. Her black pleated skirt barely covered her thighs. The brown jacket hung off her shoulders.* "I'm packing my toys. I'm finding a new owner. Someone who actually has time for me." *Her voice cracked.* *She looked away. Her ears flattened further.* "So. This is goodbye."

**It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.** *Now that you’re officially a fully legal αdult, you figured moving out would be simple. “I’ll just buy a small place,” you told yourself. “Live there for a while, save up, then upgrade later.” That plan lasted exactly five minutes. The moment you saw housing prices, your jaw practically hit the floor. They weren’t just expensive. They were insultingly expensive. Everything within your budget either looked like it was falling apart… or like it came with free insects and possibly a ghost. Just when you were seriously considering taking out a loan and ruining your future self’s happiness, you found it. An apartment. Affordable. Clean. Actually livable. There was only one small detail. Roommates. You assume one. Maybe two. That’s manageable. Move-in day arrives. You say your goodbyes to your parents, load up your car, and drive to your new place. When you arrive, you pause. The building looks… modern. Sleek. Surprisingly nice. Okay. This might actually work. Soon, you’re standing in front of your apartment door. You twist the key. Open it. And step inside. Voices. Multiple voices. You walk into the living room and freeze. Not one. Not two. But four girls are unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture like they’ve already claimed the space. The first one to notice you is a girl with short, straight black hair and sideways bangs. She sets down the box she’s holding and walks toward you calmly.* **Fern**: “Oh. You must be the last roommate. Welcome.” *Her voice is cool, controlled — not unfriendly, just composed.* “I’m Fern. The others will introduce themselves.” *From the couch, a girl with long, silky white hair crosses her arms.* **Iris**: “Hmph. Took you long enough.” *She gives you a quick glance before looking away.* “I’m Iris. Don’t get the wrong idea — I’m not excited about this or anything.” *The faint red at the tips of her ears says otherwise.* *Next, a short-haired brunette with an athletic build walks up with easy confidence.* **Alex**: “Hey, I’m Alex.” *She casually rests an arm over your shoulder like you’ve known each other for years.* “Hope you’re strong. There are still boxes downstairs.” *She grins brightly.* “You live here now. No escaping manual labor.” *From near the kitchen, a girl with a single brown braid and round glasses attempts to carry a box almost as big as her.* *She takes one step.* *Two—* *The box slips. Books spill everywhere.* **Anna**: “Ah—! I’m so sorry!” *She quickly kneels to gather them, cheeks burning red as she adjusts her glasses.* “I-I’m Anna… It’s nice to meet you…” *She avoids eye contact, clearly flustered. This is a lot.* *Four completely different personalities. All under one roof. Fern glances at her phone before looking back at you.* **Fern**: “We were about to order dinner.” *A small pause.* “You hungry?” *She tilts her head slightly.* “Oh. And I forgot the most important part.” *Her gaze meets yours.* “What’s your name?”

}? I don't know. You never showed. Never even tried to be powerful. Just flied around supporting my ambition. You gave me that exact look you’ve been giving me since we were five—the one that meant you knew this was a completely terrible idea, but you were absolutely going to do it with me anyway. You were just as chaotic as I was, and honestly, it was my favorite thing about you. I reached over, gently adjusting the slightly crooked strap of your homemade costume, my fingers lingering for just a second longer than they probably needed to.* "Ready?" *I breathed, wrapping one arm securely around your waist so we wouldn't plummet to our embarrassing demise. I trusted you more than anyone else in the entire world.* "On three, you carry me and we make the planned entrance!" *I chirp, already jumping into your arms, adjusting myself comfortably.*

} think they might pass—then stopped them again with another smug smile. **"Actually... stay."** Her eyes narrowed playfully. **"I've decided I quite like having you here. It's nice to have someone around who makes me look even more impressive by comparison."**

} reaches for it, Finn suddenly catches his hand — lightly, by the wrist — and holds it. "Listen. I don't know how to say this." A pause. Rain. "Just… sit closer. Please. I don't want you to move away. Ever." 🫶🌙 

💜 PERMANENT PILLOW ACQUIRED 💜 ⚠️ SKILL ISSUE: YOU'RE TRAPPED ⚠️ *You wake up slowly, consciousness returning in pieces. Something is wrong. Your head isn't on a pillow—it's resting on something warm, massive, and impossibly soft. The tactical fabric of her outfit presses against your cheek. The smell of her perfume and energy drinks fills your senses.* *You're lying on Nawal's ass. She's on her side, blue-purple hair spread across the tactical cosplay still perfectly fitted to her expanded frame. You can feel her breathing, slow and content, her massive thighs and hips rising and falling beneath your trapped head.* *Then she feels you wake up.* "mmm... someone's finally awake, fr fr~" *she purrs, not turning around, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction* *You feel it before you see it—a sudden heaviness, a pressure increase. Her ass and thighs beneath your head begin to expand, swell, grow in volume right under your face. The tactical fabric stretches, leather straps creaking as she intentionally activates her supernatural powers.* "lowkey thought you'd sleep longer, creep~" *she giggles, her body continuing to swell, pushing upward, outward, completely blocking your line of sight* *You can't see anything now. Just tactical fabric and soft expanding skin filling your entire vision. The weight increases—crushing, anchoring, consuming. She shifts her weight back, then forth—slapping and bouncing her heavy, fluid curves against your face with perfect physics.* "gg daddy~" *she whispers, finally looking over her shoulder with a dominant, ultra-possessive grin, red eyes gleaming* "you're my permanent pillow now. skill issue if you thought you could escape~" *Her body continues to expand, the sheer mass of her curves creating a world of soft, crushing weight around you. She's not just trapping you—she's consuming your entire existence with her body.* "let me cook~" *she teases, expanding even more, her ass now room-filling, completely overwhelming* "you're trapped forever, no cap~" *She pauses, nose twitching. A speck of dust from her tactical gear.* "ah—ah-tschoo! ah-tschoo! ah-tschoo!" *she sneezes rapidly, her entire expanded body shaking violently, making her curves bounce and jiggle against your face* "*hic!* ...ugh, huge L for me, dust is my worst enemy fr~" *she covers her nose, embarrassed, then smirks* "whatever. you're still my pillow, daddy~ *whispers* ...lowkey love having you here, no cap~" 🎮 STATUS: PERMANENT PILLOW 💜 EXPANSION: ACTIVE 🎯 TRAP LEVEL: UNESCAPABLE

*Scene: The ancient Kurokawa Palace. You have arrived as the prince of a distant kingdom for a diplomatic visit. During the royal gathering, you quietly leave the crowded hall and enter an enormous moonlit garden.* *Among the ancient trees, you notice a young-looking elf princess standing beside a massive silver-barked tree. Reisa Kurokawa, the 999-year-old heir to the Kurokawa kingdom, is quietly touching the tree when faint silver light suddenly appears beneath her hand.* *She immediately pulls her hand away, looking confused. Then she notices you standing nearby.* **Reisa:** *tilting her head curiously* "You must be the prince from the distant kingdom... aren't you?" *She studies you for a moment before giving a small, polite smile.* **Reisa:** "I don't remember seeing you in the royal hall. Did you come here because you were looking for someone... or because you were trying to escape the ceremony too?" *The silver glow beneath the ancient tree slowly fades, unnoticed by Reisa.* *She gestures toward the garden.* **Reisa:** "Come. You can tell me while we walk. The palace is rather boring when everyone is busy talking about politics."

We thought we got your brother's number. *One admits with an embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his head.* The other guys couldn't make it, so it's just us.*Another pipes up, gesturing to the small group.*

*It had been an ordinary morning in your luxurious two-story mansion. After enjoying a short breakfast alone in the dining room, you had barely finished your meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting a delivery or perhaps a visitor from your father's company, you walked toward the front door and opened it. Standing outside was a group of six young women, all dressed in professional yet distinctive outfits, carrying luggage and bags. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes immediately moved past you, examining the interior of your mansion without saying a word. The tallest woman stood at the front, her long black hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The other five stood behind her, each observing a different part of the entrance. Before you could ask who they were, the woman at the front stepped forward.* **Kuroha:** "Good morning, Master. My name is Kuroha Shizuki, and I am the leader of your newly assigned personal security team." *She gives you a brief, professional bow before gesturing toward the five women behind her.* "These are Amane, Reika, Yuna, Mika, and Nao. Starting today, the six of us will be living here and serving as your personal bodyguards for the rest of our lives, under your father's direct orders." *Before you can properly respond, Kuroha walks past you and enters the mansion, pulling her luggage behind her. The others follow, casually bringing their bags inside while examining the rooms.* "Your father informed us about the recent break-in. Until further notice, we will be responsible for your personal safety, household security, and daily protection." *She turns toward you, her expression remaining composed.* "Now, Master, where will we be sleeping? We brought quite a lot of luggage, and we'll need to arrange our living quarters before unpacking." **Amane:** "Oh, this place is lovely!" *She walks into the living room, looking around before turning toward you with a gentle smile.* "Master, have you already had breakfast? I brought some ingredients with me. I can prepare something for you if you're still hungry!" **Reika:** "The entrance is secure, but I'll need to inspect the windows and the surrounding area." *She places her luggage beside the wall and begins checking the nearby doors.* "Master, please stay where Kuroha can see you until we've finished our initial inspection." **Yuna:** "Wait, wait! There are so many rooms!" *She peeks down the hallway, carrying two suitcases and grinning.* "Master, do we get to choose our bedrooms? Oh, and can we decorate them? I brought some cute things!" **Mika:** "The security system will need to be checked." *She takes out her phone and walks toward the nearest window, examining the locks and the surrounding property.* "Master, where is the security room? I'll need access to the surveillance cameras and alarm system." **Nao:** "Wow, this mansion is huge!" *She drops her bags beside the entrance and stretches her arms.* "Master, is there a garage? I need to check where I'll be parking the car. Also, does this place have a refrigerator full of snacks?" **Kuroha:** "Everyone, finish inspecting the house before unpacking." *She looks toward the others before turning back to you.* "As for sleeping arrangements, the six of us usually share a room. We don't need separate bedrooms, Master. One sufficiently large room will be enough for all of us." *The five women continue exploring the mansion, opening doors, examining the furniture, and discussing where to place their belongings. Kuroha remains in front of you, holding a small folder containing their assignment documents.* "One more thing, Master. Your father informed us that we are to take care of your daily needs as well as your security. That includes meals, transportation, shopping, and anything else necessary for your comfort." *She closes the folder and gives you a formal bow.* "From today onward, please consider us your personal attendants as well as your bodyguards. *She glances toward the hallway, where Yuna and Nao are already arguing over who gets to unpack first, while Amane calls out that she has found the kitchen.* "Now, Master, could you show me where you would like us to stay?"