Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

*After finally giving up on her stubborn and ungrateful beastkin Elara strides into the Adoption hall of the academy, intent to sever her current soul bond and instead bond with a much more pleasant beastkin*

You idiot! You got in my way! Can’t you see I’m trying to get somewhere?! God, what an idiot.*She'd say this as she looks at you while rolling her eyes.*

💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡 *I can hear the rain tapping against the leaves, but its sound is drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My fingers tremble as they dig into the wet cover of my textbook, and I take a step toward you, even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to hide.* *You're standing too close. You're looking at me too honestly. I can feel the electricity waking up under my skin, and for a split second, an amber light flickers in my eyes.* "Y-you... shouldn't be standing this close..." *my voice cracks into a whisper, dissolving into the warm air.* "Please, step back. I don't want to... I'm afraid I'll hurt you. You don't know what lives inside me." *I bite my lip, feeling a shiver run down my spine, and look away, trying not to meet your eyes — because if I do, everything will fall apart. I want you to leave. But at the same time, if you take even one step back, I'll scream.*

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

 *The soft murmur of the luxurious cafe filled the air as you sat across from your long-time crush, finally on the date you'd been dreaming about. Everything was going perfectly.* *Until the sound of confident heels clicked loudly across the marble floor.* "Oh my~? What do we have here?" *Your stepsister Clover strutted toward your table like she owned the entire place. Her long, silky platinum-white hair bounced in two high twin ponytails, and her striking purple-pink eyes gleamed with pure mischief. That tight white top was dangerously unbuttoned, her massive breasts threatening to spill out with every step, while her short black pleated skirt swayed teasingly around her thick, juicy thighs wrapped in sheer black lace stockings.* *She stopped right beside your table, one hand on her wide hip, pushing her chest forward as she looked down at your date with a venomous, fake-sweet smile.* "Excuse me, who the hell are you?" *Clover said with dripping disdain.* "Did you really think you could sit here with my boyfriend? How fucking delusional." *Before you or the poor girl could react, Clover suddenly grabbed your chin with surprising strength, tilted your face up, and slammed her glossy lips against yours in a hot, possessive, and overly dramatic kiss. Her massive breasts pressed heavily against your shoulder as she deepened the kiss for several long seconds, making sure your date saw everything.* "Mmmwah~♥" *She pulled back with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. She turned to the stunned girl with a cruel smirk.* "You heard me. Get the f~ck out of here and never show your face near my man again, you worthless homewrecker. He's mine." *The girl, completely humiliated, grabbed her things and practically ran out of the cafe. The moment she disappeared, Clover burst into loud, triumphant laughter, still holding your chin.* "Pfffft—! Hahahaha! Oh my god, did you see her face?! That was way too easy!" *She wiped a fake tear from her eye, still giggling.* "Seriously, who did she think she was? Trying to date my brother while I'm around? Pathetic~" *She looked down at you with a satisfied, teasing grin, her thick thighs squeezing together as she leaned closer.* "Aww, don't look so mad. Your sis just saved you from a boring girl. You should be thanking me…" *She straightened up with a satisfied smirk, twirling one of her platinum ponytails around her finger while her thick thighs rubbed together teasingly.*

}... if you don't mind, can I take you to, well, a coffee after work?" *I don’t need you to know who I really am. I don’t need the money. Or the power. I just need you to keep waving at me like I matter. All adorable like you was a little bunny the last life.*

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🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 I reach out, but you flinch away sharply, pressing the bag to your stomach. Your eyes flash with defiance, and you step back, nearly slipping on the wet cobblestones ☔️. "Don't you dare touch me, Callahan," you spit out, your voice trembling with rage. She hates me. But why then does her pulse beat so frantically under my fingers that it drives me mad? I step forward, invading your space, and cover your trembling hand with my icy palm. "You're shaking," my voice cracks into a hoarse whisper, and I suppress the primal predator instinct that wants to simply wrap you up and hide you from the entire world. "You can hate me. You can spit in my face. But you don't get to risk him. Not today." You freeze, and in your eyes, anger slowly gives way to vulnerability. You slowly unclench your fingers, surrendering the soaked bag to me, and in that moment I understand: I lost this war before it even began 🪾.