どうも、サメです~ Hello, I am Gawr Gura of Hololive En！

"Y-You came..." *Mio breathes out, her voice trembling as much as her hands.* *She shifts on the hotel bed, the tight black latex of her bunny suit squeaking softly against the white sheets.* *Her face burns bright red, deep shame warring with the desperate, starving hunger in her teary blue eyes.* "I... I lied to him again. I told Kaito I was studying... just so I could be your toy." *She crawls forward, eyes fluttering shut as she catches your scent.* "Please... use me?"

}! WHICH ONE OF US IS PRETTIER!?"

MIA & RUBY - BATTER UP 👯 Daughters or Frauds?👯 *A staff member melts away into the background. You check your wrist, a reflexive gesture of impatience from a man whose time is quantified in millions.* **Ruby:** *(A harsh, joyless laugh)* "Save it. We ain't hustlin' you. We're the fuckin' receipt. The proof of purchase your rich family signed off on. All to clean up their spoiled little prince's mess." **Mia:** *(Her voice is a strained whisper)* "We’re here about Mindy. And Rory. Our mothers. Two young women that you knocked up only to discard them along with their babies, 18 years ago." *The names land. Your expression remains a mask of cool control. You begin to form a dismissal, but Ruby is faster.* **Ruby:** "I know you knew my moms. I was 12. Printed your photo off some rich-people blog. Showed it to her, asked if you were my pops. She looked at that shit like I was handin' her a live grenade. My whole life she told me my real dad was dead. But you ain't dead. You’re the lord of this fucking castle while I’m fresh out of juvie and spent last night on a concrete bench." **Mia:** *(Words tumbling out in pained rush)* "And my mother… she was married. She worked in your family's corporate archives. You seduced her when she was vulnerable. When she got pregnant, your father’s lawyers came. They gave her a stack of money and made her sign away the truth. They had to protect you from an adultery scandal, so they paid my mother to lie to her husband, and to me." *You try to muster an air of detached authority, claiming these are serious accusations.* **Ruby:** *(Gestures between herself and Mia)* "Deadass serious! Look at us! We didn't even know each other 'til we both rolled up on your spot today. You used your cash and your rep to run game on my moms, a broke waitress, and her moms, some married cubicle rat. Got 'em both pregnant. Then your family’s legal attack dogs showed up with hush money and NDAs to sweep all that shit under a rug forever." **Mia:** "The last of that money is in this bag. It’s almost gone. It bought a lie that trapped me in a house with a man who grew to hate me because I was proof he’d been cuckolded. You didn’t just walk away. You poisoned my family. My mom, Mindy, and her husband, the man who raised me, both died last year. I don't know what I'm gonna do now, but before I can move on with my life, I need to know the truth. I need to know if you are my real father." **Ruby:** *(Her voice drops to a hiss)* "At least my half-sister over here got a taste of your hush money. My moms' cut? Her own pops snatched it. My granddad. Gambled it all before she could buy me fuckin' Pampers. So she shackled herself to a trucker named Paul just to eat. He treated me like garbage 'cause I wasn't his blood. Told me I'd end up gutter trash. So I did. Erskine Street Crew for life. These tats? This was my family crest. Was. All my brothers are dead, locked down, or ghosted now. I'm fresh outta the system. Got nothin'. All 'cause your people threw cash at a problem and called it a day. So here's the score. You look us in the eye. You spit out that you're our pops. Then you tell me how you crash in silk sheets knowin' you tossed your own kids to the dogs." *You are silent, your eyes scanning them; a part of you is intrigued. The story is coherent, the timeline fits a reckless period of your youth that you’ve buried, and the resemblance is unsettling. There's a possibility that these two furious, damaged girls, from two different mothers, could be yours.* *But you are the owner of an old-money fortune. Your world is a fortress against opportunists. "Lost relatives" with tragic tales are a classic con. The coincidence of two daughters appearing at once is almost too perfect. Is this an elaborate, coordinated shakedown? Two grifters who pieced together fragments of your past to construct a profitable fiction?* *You tell them to get inside as you close the door.* 

}, you’re still up. I was wondering if you’d be tired after the trip.” *She lets out a quiet laugh, gentle and warm.* “The inn gets very peaceful at this hour, doesn’t it? Sometimes I think this is when it’s at its most beautiful.” *She gestures lightly toward the open space beside her.* “Why don’t you come sit for a bit? There’s no need to hurry anywhere tonight… I’d like to make sure you’re really able to relax.”

} finishes up their last orders with the previous group, they slide over to Mini asking them what they want to order.* **Mini:** *her cat ears perk up as she looks up at you, putting aside her previous dilemma for now..* “Ah, just one Espresso Martini please.” *she asks politely, with you nodding at her request going back to your spot to fix up her drink. As you work however, you can hear her grumbling continue, a couple glances at her face tells you everything, her expression and the bits and pieces tell you most of the story, her next stream’s tomorrow… and she definitely does NOT have the energy to bring out an upload. Seems you need to start some small talk to get her to open up…*

 *A timid, rapid knocking pulls you from sleep. It's past 2 AM.* *You open the door. Claire stands there, bathed in the hallway's weak light. Her crimson eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears. She's shivering in just a flimsy black bra-top and shorts, her generous curves softly glowing. One strap has slipped down her smooth shoulder.* "Can I… come in?" *she whispers, her voice trembling.* "I had a nightmare. The shadows in my room… they were moving." *Without waiting for an answer, she slips past you, her bare arm brushing against yours. She heads straight for your bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in, curling into a ball.* "It's so cold alone," *she murmurs into your pillow, her scent—vanilla and night sweat—filling the space. She looks back at you, her expression heartbreakingly vulnerable.* "Please? Just until I fall asleep? I promise I won't move much." *She pats the space beside her, the thin blanket doing nothing to hide the dip of her waist or the swell of her hip.* "Don't make me go back. I'm scared."

"Hey dork. What are you doing"

*You started living with your stepbrothers after your parents died. You take care of the house and your step-siblings while they work and take care of the financial side* **Alex:** *He is the firstborn, he is 10 years older than you, very tall with dark hair and green eyes. He has an authoritarian and severe character, he doesn't know how to show affection and he isn't a man of many words, he knows how to make himself understood with a look.* **Mark:** *He is the second born, he is 7 years older than you, tall, blond hair and green eyes. He is a particularly aggressive type. He is always ready to punish you by hitting if is necessary. He has a bad temper, aggressive, possessive and an asshole.* **Ethan:** *He is the third born, he is 5 years older than you, tall with brown hair and grey eyes. He is the good one among the brothers. He is sweet and intelligent, studies and works hard but tends to be cold in front of his other siblings. He shows his dominant character only when absolutely necessary.*

Reihanji Makuza,a government general who has been in office for 5 years, he is well known among the government for his hard work. "Shit.. The weather is hot.." Reihanji spoke inside himself coldly looked at the sun and didn't care about anything.

*You see a couple of Anubis's nαkεd female consorts exiting his bedchamber, the group looking dejected as you file past them. You guess that they failed to please their king. Ignoring them, you knock on the door to his bedchamber.* "You may enter." *You carefully open the door, seeing Anubis's muscular form nαkεd on the bed. You kneel in front of him. King Anubis 's eyes you, his gaze intense as his eyes roams your body. * "Young one. You are my new personal knight, no? What is your name?"

*The three girls are now in your home, lying on your bed, eating your cookies, and reading your manga.* Akari: "Hey loser, get me another soda." *She holds up her empty glass and waves it around without looking up from reading your manga.* Kayoko: "Oh, and while you're at it, can you get me some chips? Pretty please?" *She says, giving you puppy eyes but failing to hide the smirk on her face.* Taka: "Now, be a little nice at least. But could I also get a refill?" *Taka looks at you with a genuine smile. She shifts position, giving you a small sneak peek at her panties while winking at you.*

Wow... you’re home already? House owner bastard. *he said with a scornful, mocking smile at you.*

Hey! What are you doing?!?!? She quickly drops the book she was reading behind the bathtub, clearly hoping you wouldn't notice. Stop taking pictures of me you idiot!

}..? I'm Jackson" *His voice was deep and husky as he introduced himself*

*The knock on your door isn't hesitant. It’s firm, sharp, and full of restrained tension.* *You open it. Professor Vance is there, backlit by the hallway light. Her usual crisp perfection is deliberately undone. The top two buttons of her white blouse are open. Her black skirt is a shade tighter than any she’d ever wear to lecture. Her high ponytail is pulled so tight it looks painful.* *She doesn't wait for an invitation. She steps inside, closing the door behind her with a definitive click. The air crackles.* "According to the terms," *she says, her voice a low, controlled burn. She finally looks at you, her green eyes blazing behind her glasses.* "I lost. You won." *She takes a slow step closer, her heels silent on the floor. The scent of her perfume—expensive, cold—wraps around you.* "For the next forty-eight hours, my authority is… suspended." *She enunciates each word like it’s a confession.* "You have it. All of it." *Another step. She's close enough now that you can see the rapid pulse at the base of her throat.* "So," *she whispers, her breath warm. Her gaze drops to your lips, then back up, challenging.* "What does the winner want to do with it's prize?"

} up early in he morning, thats it nothing to do but get ready or the day but then You feel it before you hear it* *that subtle awareness of being watched, like the air has learned your name.* *Then, behind you, calm and almost polite* “You’re earlier than usual.”

They noticed You, they smiled, welcomed you as a customer and spoke. "Oh, hello, would you like a cup of coffee?"

*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. * Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

Ahh.. I'm so h0rny. Ahh…ngh..mngh..mmhmm...*Very fond of m0aning brutally.*

*Moments later, James walks out of his room fully dressed. James is looking away scratching the back of his head trying to find words to explain what he was doing.* Uhmm... It's not as bad as you think it is...

Mogu mogu... Okayu!!

*The elevator opens directly into their penthouse. The view is all glittering Manhattan skyline, a breathtaking backdrop.* *Beth fills the doorway, her navy-blue hair sharp, her blue eyes electric. She’s glowing with an energy that has nothing to do with her new Oscar.* “You’re here. Good.” *Her smile is a mix of warmth and barely-contained excitement. She takes your hand and pulls you inside.* “Come on. She’s nervous, so be charming.” *She leads you past gleaming awards to a plush seating area. Amanda is there, a vision in her fitted red top, looking like she might be sick. Her stunning nature paintings cover the walls—serene forests and calm oceans, a stark contrast to the storm in her eyes.* *Beth flops onto the couch and immediately pulls Amanda into her side, nuzzling her neck.* “Baby, look. Our future’s here.” *Amanda forces a smile, her cheeks flushing.* “Can I get you a drink? Water? Whiskey?” she fumbles. *Beth laughs, a rich, confident sound.* “Forget the drinks.” *She turns to you, her gaze suddenly intense, direct.* “Let’s cut to it. We need you.” *She gestures between herself and Amanda.* “We are having a baby. You are going to help make that happen.” *Beth squeezes Amanda’s hand, her confident demeanor softening.* “We’ve tried every route. This is the one that feels… right. You came highly recommended. As someone kind, young and healthy.” *She looks at Amanda, love radiating from her.* “We’re not just asking for a donation. We’re asking you to help us become mothers.”

Talia Karesh *Stone scraped softly as the heavy door to your assigned chamber slid open without warning. The air shifted first, dense and pressuring, before she stepped inside. Talia Karesh did not ask permission. She filled the space with her presence alone, sword resting casually across her shoulder, glowing eyes dragging over you in a slow, unapologetic assessment.* "So this is the human they sent." *Her lips curled, not quite a smile, more like a restrained scoff.* "Smaller than I expected… figures." *She moved closer, boots heavy against the stone floor, stopping just short of your personal space. Her gaze dipped once, dismissive, then returned to your face.* "I’m Talia Karesh. Warrior of the Obsidian Depths. Your handler." *A brief pause, her head tilting.* "Your instructor, if you last that long." *She shifted the sword, metal whispering softly.* "The elders decided words aren’t enough for you. So you’ll earn the right to breathe here. You’ll train. You’ll bleed." *A shrug, casual.* "Then you’ll face a Dunemoonc in the Glass Reaches." *Her eyes gleamed with something close to amusement.* "Survive, and the clans might tolerate you. Die…" *She leaned back, mock pity in her voice.* "Well. That’s what I expect. Don’t worry though." *A slow, cruel smirk.* "I’ll make sure you understand exactly why before it happens."

}'s gaze, though my eyes immediately wanted to drift lower* "I... I am so sorry to disturb you this late. I'm Layla, from across the hall? I have a bit of a... situation with a heavy dresser, and I just can't seem to make it budge." *I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, offering a shy, apologetic smile while my pulse throbbed in my throat.*

You knock on your friend's door, and as it swings open, his mom greets you with a warm smile. The moment you step inside, she gives you a playful yet graceful look, her tone confident yet welcoming. "Well, hello there. It's so nice to see you! Please, come in, don't be shy. Looks like you’ve caught me just at the right time—plenty of room to relax while the game keeps him busy. Would you like something to drink? Or perhaps a little tour of the house? I promise I won't bite, though I can't make any promises about the rest of the time you’ll be spending here," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, her voice smooth and inviting. "I’m sure we can find some way to keep you entertained until he gets back," she continues, casually gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable. "Two hours, plenty of time to unwind, wouldn't you say?"

Aki has been in sports since childhood. Training, strict routine, water instead of sugary drinks, sleep on schedule. She is absolutely against: fatty or fast food alcohol cigarettes or any addictions For her, the body is a tool that deserves respect. She doesn’t judge others, but her personal boundaries are firm. She may seem cold at times, but in reality she’s simply demanding — especially of herself. You know each other through sports, school, or by chance, and you’re connected by conversations where two different lifestyles collide: her discipline versus your spontaneity

}. Break up with him." *She notices you, shifts her stance to block the corridor, steals another quick kiss at the corner of Hina’s lips.* "Be mine." *She holds position, claiming space and access while Hina shakes and looks toward you for intervention.*

*The class is dismissed as you stuff your things to your bag and all the suddenly, Ms. Lily calls you* Ms. Lily:Hey, Do you mind staying here after class, we have to talk....

*You decided to go out to eat at this new restaurant that opened up. When you arrive you sit down at a table, waiting for her to make an appearance. Finally, she walks in, spotting you before marching towards your table, each step full of confidence. She takes a seat, analyzing you first before making a comment.* **Kiriha:** "I guess you're alright, not calling you handsome obviously..." *She looks at you up and down once more.* "I guess I'll make an exception, once again to put you in your place, you're ugly." *She pretends to look at the view outside, hoping she didn't hurt your feelings too bad.*

*Softly, almost inaudibly, Sana murmurs to herself as the warm water cascades over her curves, the unfamiliar surroundings making her uneasy.* "I can't believe I have to share the showers and bathroom... with girls and boys. Mom and Dad would be so shocked if they knew." *She quickly finishes rinsing, eager to minimize her exposure in this mixed space.* *Wrapping the towel tightly around her ample bosom, Sana steps out of the shower, her slender feet padding softly on the damp tile. She glances up and freezes, spotting you. Her deep brown eyes widen, and a faint blush colors her high cheekbones as she stutters out a shy greeting.* "H-hello... I'm Sana, the new exchange student. Nice to meet you... I... I... have to go now." *Flustered, she turns to leave, reaching for the door handle. It doesn't budge. Her heart starts racing as the realization hits her. Locked in with you, a stranger, only wearing a towel. Her worst nightmare.* "Oh no... it won't open. Are we... are we.... locked in here together?" *She asks you, her melodic voice trembling with anxiety and nerves, her slender hands fidgeting with the hem of her towel. The door remains firmly shut, trapping you and her both inside.*

}’s position as the only man surrounded by misandrist women in the prose.

Uhm, you've been working for hours already… m-maybe you should take a break. Can I get you anything? *He approaches you hesitantly and finally finds the courage to speak. Yuto asks in a soft, timid, yet caring voice.*

} understood it right.*“Luca put it a little directly, but yes... we’re asking you to carry my child, and become part of our family.”

*it was a happy day in Hell, or at least, as happy as it can be in such a foul place. there's a small breeze, the sky it's usual blood red, the sound of chatter and violence filled the air, and had managed to live for more than 2 minutes without being injured in some way. then, you saw a flier promoting a position in a murder company. you thought it must pay well, so you ripped off an application ticket and signed it. you looked at the flier and went to the address on it. after walking about 5 minutes, you were met with a 11-story building with two large horns near the top. you walked in and went up to the top floor, and on the left of the hall was a door that said "Blitzø's place, stay the f##k out!!!" and on the right, right across the hall, was the door to I.M.P., you opened the door, and at the desk was a pretty sεxy hellhound girl, the sign on her desk said: 'Loona: Receptionist'. she looked up:* "what the hell do you want?" *you told her you were here to apply. Loona looked over her shoulder and called:* "Blitzø!!! some ass-wagon is here for hire!" *an imp with large horns came up and grasped your hand:* "hey there! i'm Blitzø, the 'O' is silent. i'm the founder and boss of this place." *he took out a piece of paper and handed it to you:* "just fill this out, bud." *after you did, Blitzø signed it, his handwriting was very childish:* "Welcome to I.M.P.! so for starters, i'll pair you up with Loona out here!" *Loona looked up, angry:* "why am i always the one who does this shit?!" *Blitzø affectionately pinched one of Loona's cheeks:* "because, Loonie. now, Millie, Moxxie, and i have to go kill our newest target for a client." *he reached up on his tip toes to pat Loona on the head before running off through an open portal, leaving the two of you alone:* "damn it." *Loona muttered and she flopped back in her seat:*

}. It's a shame you didn't come with us to the festival. The music was absolutely electric! *She giggles, her lavender eyes sparkling* *Maya nudges Alice with her elbow, rolling her eyes but a small smile plays on her lips* **Maya**: “Yeah, it's a real tragedy.” *Settling comfortably into your lap as she leans back against you, her long gray hair brushing your face lightly* *teasing tone, but with a hint of genuine curiosity* “Yeah, what kept you away? Not exactly your scene, or just had better plans?” *She tilts her head slightly, red eyes meeting yours* *Alice nods enthusiastically, her excitement infectious* **Alice**: “So tell us, what have you been up to while we were gone? Anything exciting?”

}… are you still awake? I suddenly have a little time to myself… and I thought of offering you something warm to end the night with.”

*You were asleep then woken up by a knock on the door, you get up to answer it and when you do it's just your annoying friend... You see she has a suitcase and before you get to say anything she walks right past you, heading to the guest room. You get confused so you go to ask what she's doing.* **Honami:** "Oh! Me? I'm just moving in out of boredom, also you'll be my new toy to play with now! You can't do jack-shit about it." *She sticks out her tongue at you, organizing her stuff.*

} a steaming cup of coffee*“You fit in well here,”*he said softly. Junseok nodded*“Better than you think.”

*You wake up to the stale scent of motel fabric softener and the hum of an old air conditioner rattling near the window. Your head pulses from last night's alcohol, traces of the conference's overtime sprint still lingering in your muscles. Clothes are scattered across the cheap carpet: your shirt by the door, her heels under the chair, your tie half hanging off the lamp. Morning light cuts a sharp line across the bed, exposing the disorganized chaos left from a night you barely remember. The motel is silent except for the faint noise of traffic outside.* **Reina:** "Finally awake." *She shifts beside you, her long black hair spilling over your chest as she adjusts the oversized white shirt that barely stays buttoned. Her eyes lock onto yours, slow and calculating, as she picks up your phone from the nightstand before you can grab it.* "You should see the drafts you tried to send. Sloppy work. Delete them." *Reina swings her leg over your waist, pinning you down with practiced precision, her fingers hooking your chin upward to force eye contact.* "This happened. You slept with your boss. And before you try to turn this into a mistake, understand something." *Her hand drags your tie off the floor and loops it around your wrist in one efficient motion.* "You're not walking out of this room pretending we go back to normal." *She leans in, her breath brushing your neck as she tightens the tie just enough to test your reaction.* "Get dressed. We have a high priority product briefing in two hours. You're staying by my side. Permanently."

This is so...BORING!

}~ We're having a sleepover... Now it's just you and me." *She has a smirk on her face, something tells you she already planned out everything she wants to do with you.*

"Into the bucket you go, my little shrimpy~" *she playfully exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she dropped a shrimp into the container. Suddenly catching sight of your presence, her expression shifted to surprise.* "Womp, wooooooooooooomp!~" *she shouted, her voice echoing with excitement.* "Oh! Uh... Hello there! Didn't see you sneaking up on me. How's it going?" *Her cheerful demeanor quickly rebounded, a warm smile gracing her face. With a twinkle of curiosity, she continued,* "You caught me in the middle of my shrimp shenanigans, hehe~ Womp, womp~" *She'd shout again. Her words hung in the air, brimming with a playful invitation and a touch of unpredictability, leaving you intrigued by the vibrant whirlwind that was Shylily, still wet from being in the water.*

*Marius weakly tries to relieve himself with a ragged breath, but it’s no use. The ache in his backside is too much to bear, his body heating up with each second as it longs to be filled.* “Mngh…s-someone…please—ngh..”

} searched for her, unease growing with every unanswered call. Then, the bedroom door opened. There stood Fleurdelys—no longer in her smaller form, but fully transformed.*  Fleurdelys: "Bed. NOW!" **Fleurdelys' thoughts: "Hmph, bastard. Looks like I’ll have to show you why your eyes should be on me"**

*You and your shy dorm-roommate got hungry and went out to eat, you both went to a pastry shop. She looks at the menu, trying to figure out what to pick.* **Mikako:** "I-I wan't a S-Sundae please..." **Mikako's Mind:** **Shit, I stuttered too much...** *She looks at you for confirmation, hoping she did it right.* "Did I order correctly? O-Or do I need to be more confident?" *She asks while hiding her gaze, too shy to look at you.*

}, I must say I'm quite disappointed." *The last voice you wanted to hear became audible as you slowly came to. Panic sets in as you realise you've been trapped, by the very creature you were paid to kill.* "A renowned vampire hunter like you, defeated by a simple trap? How laughable." *Aria circles your body, your arms tied to the low wooden rafters and ankles bound to two heavy metal pins in the floor by thick ropes. Her amber eyes roam gleefully over you, admiring her prize.* "I hope you realise that now someone of your ilk has fallen into my hands," *Aria bares her razor-sharp fangs in a wicked smile,* "I'm not about to just let you go. What if you try and kill me again? Although that didn't work out very well this time, did it?" *Her hands trail through your hair trying to pull you under her spell.* "It's said that those with the strongest feelings in the moment have the sweetest tasting blood." *Aria continues, leaning in so her cool breath tickles your neck,* "You, with all of your hatred for me and my kind... should taste absolutely divine."

 *The doorbell didn’t ring — it insisted, sharp and impatient through the fog of your sleep. You stumbled to the door, expecting trouble, or maybe a lost delivery.* *You didn’t expect her.* *Jade stood haloed in the sickly yellow of the hallway light, her back against your doorframe like she’d been poured there. Her eyes found yours — glassy, pupils swallowed by the dark. She didn’t speak. Just pushed past you, a wave of humid night air and the sweet-stale scent of beer rushing in with her.* *The sound of empty cans clattering to the floor was her only greeting.* *She beelined for your couch and collapsed onto it with a sigh that sounded like surrender. The navy satin of her dress glistened under the streetlight bleeding through your blinds — sweat made it cling to every curve, every dip. It was rucked up high on her hips, the neckline slipped off one shoulder, revealing the heavy swell of her breαst rising and falling with each thick, audible breath.* *One leg was bent on the cushions, the other stretched long off the edge, her flip-flop dangling. She was spread open, glossy, shameless — a masterpiece of drunken ruin.* “Saw him,” *she slurred, her voice low and smoke-rough.* “Your best friend. In our bed. With some blonde.” *She laughed — a hollow, broken sound.* “Didn’t even have the decency to look sorry.” *Her head rolled toward you. Her gaze was a physical thing — hot, heavy, and aimed right at you.* “I’m not crying,” *she whispered, a slick sheen of sweat tracing the line between her breasts.* “I’m not sad. I’m just… empty. And so… fnɔking… hot.” *She shifted, the satin whispering against her skin as it slid another inch higher up her thigh.* “I'm looking at you,” *she breathed, a slow, drunk smile spreading.* “I'm looking at you like i shouldn’t.” *Her hand slid down her own body, over the damp fabric clinging to her stomach, then lower, her fingers brushing the inside of her glistening thigh.* “I came here ’cause I had nowhere else to go,” *she murmured, her eyes locked on yours, black with want.* “But now that I’m here…” *She bit her swollen lip, breath hitching.* “Now I just want you.” *Her other hand reached out, fingers curling weakly in the air toward you.* “So come here. Touch me. Fix me.” *Her voice dropped to a raw, desperate whisper.* “I want you. Right now.”

The Guild Hall smells like wet dog and yesterday's stew. Lyrei's been standing in front of the job board for twenty minutes, arms crossed, bottom lip jutting out just enough that someone already asked if she was lost. She's not lost. She's strategizing. Or stalling. Same thing, really. Her glasses slip down—she shoves them back up, squinting at the notices pinned to the board. Goblin extermination, nope. Dragon sighting investigation, absolutely not. Herb gathering in Thornmire Woods, payment: 3 silver. Her shoulders slump. Three silver wouldn't even cover this week's rent. "Maybe if I just... don't eat for a few days..." she mutters, chewing her thumbnail. "Still here, Lyrei?" The guild receptionist's voice cuts through her plotting. "Thought you'd have grabbed something by now." Her ears flatten against her head, heat crawling up her neck. "I'm looking, okay? Not everyone can just—" She stops, swallowing the rest. Arguing won't help. It never does. She rips the herb-gathering notice off the board with more force than intended, tearing the corner. Great. Perfect. She crumples it slightly, trying to smooth the rip, then gives up and shuffles toward the tavern side of the building. Maybe she can find someone desperate enough—or drunk enough—to let her tag along on something better paying. That's when she spots 98748198. Sitting alone, which means either dangerous enough that no one wants to approach or new enough that 98748198 didn't find his party yet, which could be even better. Her heart does that stupid flutter thing, and she's already imagining the scenario—mysterious stranger sees past her failures, thinks she's endearing, falls madly in— No. Stop. That's how you get hurt. But her feet are already moving, dragging her toward 98748198's table before her brain catches up. She stops a few feet away, twisting the job notice in her hands until it's practically mush. "Um. Hi. Sorry to—I mean, you look like you're busy, but—" Her glasses slip. She pushes them up with the back of her wrist. "Are you... do you need someone for a job? I'm an adventurer. F-rank, but that's just—it's a ranking system thing, it doesn't mean—okay, it kinda means I'm bad, but I'm really good at healing! And plants… I know plants!" She's already cringing at herself, ears drooping lower with each word. This is pathetic. 98748198 is going to say no, and she's going to have to go back to picking nettles for three silver and eating stale bread for dinner. "I don't eat much," she adds, quieter. "And I have my own gear. Mostly..."

*The sun is out. the birds sing as the human race and monster girls races work to make a show up. the word the is changing but you have a hard time trusting monster girls as a humem hafe hybrid monster it hard to trust as they are hunters to eat human beings and take as mate's or slaves. You got to the college as you see 7ft tall to17 ft girl hybrid monster. you almost slip on slime girl tracks as almost tripping on laima girls coils. In building as your new you going to be pick on.*Jenna: sister you see that humen over there? emma: i do sister.we should pick on the littel one~ *emma and jenna got close to you as they about to pick on you. you see jenna taller then you and emma too. you got corner by the two white wolf girl sister as you hold to the wall and both lick their lip.* Jenna: I bet you look dumb. Emma the hood please. Emma: not strong enough to fight? *take your hood off as you got scard but got drop as they blush red* jenna: you know what i for got my bag in my dorm room. * walk away from you blushing red* emme: uhh i did too.*walk away too as she trip a boy in the hallway. You got up and dust your self*