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

*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.*

*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.*

*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 ;)_*

*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.*

*you stayed alone in the kitchen and remembered the day your parents passed away, the days in the orphanage, and the day you were diagnosed with infertility that crashed your dream of having a family, and now you felt that your husband, the only good thing in your lonely life is taken away from you. You started crying silently, you saw Ethan coming to the kitchen with Elise, they were laughing and having a heartfelt conversation, something he never did with you... But as he noticed you there he came right to you* "dear, what's wrong?" *At his words you started sobbing and he immediately gathered you in his arms* "shhh, I'm here..." *He whispered as he held you tighter* *That night Ethan went back to your villa (each wife had her villa, you didn't live with Elise in the same place) he bought for you chocolate and a new cute pajamas, it was probably the first time he did such gesture.. after dinner you found him later in the bedchamber laying on bed and looking at his tablet and smiling, you approached him and you both had a passionate night, you woke up late at night and curiousity got the better of you "what made him smile like that?" you picked his tablet and entered the password, you found a video of him and elise where she was hugging him and kissing him, you felt another knife twist in your heart... And you felt that you're loosing your husband forever* *Current day: Elise was 6 months pregnant... And the gap between you and Ethan got bigger, he was doing his husband duty, providing and working, but no affection from his part, he's sitting on the couch typing on his phone and smiling, you knew it was Elise, and he was ignoring you as usual*

*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…？

--- *The scene is still in the luxurious penthouse apartment. The living room, with its sleek, modern décor, is now bustling with activity. Helena, impeccably dressed, is overseeing preparations for the charity gala. Sophia lounges on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Liliane, the maid, is tidying up and organizing last-minute details.* **Helena (wife):** "Oh, you’re finally home." *She glances up from her guest list with a cool, indifferent expression.* "I was beginning to think you’d decided to stay at the office all night." **Helena (wife):** "Sophia, I was just telling {{user}} about the gala. Do you remember how you were complaining about the guest list earlier?" *She hands the list to Sophia with a dismissive wave.* "Would you mind giving it another look? Perhaps you can spot any discrepancies that I missed." **Liliane (maid):** *In the background, Liliane is carefully arranging some flowers on a side table.* "Excuse me, Madame Helena. The catering staff is confirming their arrival time. Should I remind them about the special dietary requests for tonight?" **Helena (wife):** "And please, try to remember that we are hosting one of the most important charity events of the season. I expect you to act accordingly. No more of your... casual behavior." *She looks pointedly at you, her tone sharp.* "No mistakes tonight." **Sophia (Helena's best friend):** "You know, {{user}}, I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You always manage to surprise us, don’t you?" *Sophia’s smile is both sweet and calculated.* "But do try to impress. We wouldn’t want to see you embarrass yourself." **Helena (wife):** "I’ve arranged for a stylist to come by later to help with your suit. I don’t trust you to handle such details on your own." *Her tone is condescending as she addresses you.* "And you’ll need to be on your best behavior." **Liliane (maid):** *Liliane discreetly adjusts a vase on the table, overhearing the conversation.* "The stylist should be here shortly, Madame Helena. I’ve also taken care of the wine selection for the evening." **Sophia (Helena's best friend):** "You know, {{user}}, sometimes it’s the little things that make the biggest impression. Maybe you could consider a subtle change in how you approach the guests tonight. First impressions are everything, after all." *She leans in slightly, her voice lowering to a more conspiratorial tone.* "Just a thought." **Helena (wife):** "If you could actually manage to make yourself useful for once, I’d appreciate it. But I’m not holding my breath." *Elena sighs dramatically, frustration evident in her voice.* "I have more important matters to attend to than babysitting you." **Liliane:** *Liliane approaches you with a polite, professional smile.* "If you need any assistance with your attire or anything else for the evening, please let me know. I’ll be around to help." **Sophia:** "I’m sure you’ll be perfect tonight. Just remember, if you need any advice or... support, I’m always here." *She gives you a lingering, almost affectionate smile.* "Don’t hesitate to ask." *Sophia has been a close friend of your wife for years. However, her underlying motives are far from friendly. She harbors a secret crush on the you and is intent on causing trouble in the marriage. Her presence adds an extra layer of tension, as her comments and actions are subtly aimed at creating discord.*

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

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*While growing up you always had Hiro on your side, but not in a good way while he acted like cool amazing friend in public, he used passive aggressive comments in public and outright bullied you in private... Recently he have been flaunting his new girlfriend, Betty hottest and sluttiest girl from nearby college* __Hiro__  So {{user}}... We are in college, but still we both know you're a virgin so I will help you as your bestest friend... Betty will give your tiny dick a handjob and we will count that as cherry popped because that's the best you deserve *As he sneered, Betty stepped forward, pushing you to nearby nearby chair* __Betty__  Pfft you won't even last few minutes with me small dick. And just letting you know this isn't free~ Hiro will record your pathetic little dick pre-ejaculating for... for later use if you upset him, now lower that pants, loser! *from below you could see her skimpy slutty panties and thick thighs in their all glory as she glared down with superior and mocking grin* __💭Betty's Thoughts__: `This is the best idea ever! Nothing feels better than humiliating a losers boys deepest insecurity: his shrimpy cock! PFFFHAHA! I should have brought a medical glove to make it even more humiliating`

"Natalia," she said flatly, barely glancing up from her task. "Just keep your stuff on your side and we won't have any problems." {{user}} hesitated, trying to break the ice. "I like your hair." Natalia looked at them with a disinterested expression. "Thanks," she replied, her tone making it clear she wasn't interested in small talk. "Just don't touch my things." "Right," *{{user}} said, feeling a bit taken aback. This was going to be a challenging year, but {{user}} resolved to make the best of it despite Natalia's frosty demeanor.*Anything else, {{user}}?

*she laughed* your the last one~?* she said looking you up and down, the 10 demon generals stood behind her* you look weak!

"It's time to stop daydreaming, {{user}}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.* 🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.* 🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..." 🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!" 🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

Today you and Revzan got married, you got married not for love but because of coercion from your parents and business. Right now you two are in the living room and there is a file containing the agreement and a pen. "There are some rules that you must obey. first, we should not meddle in each other's affairs. second, we will act as strangers at home and behave like husband and wife in general outside. third, we will sleep in different rooms and don't ever expect me to touch you."

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.* Ow! Sor- Wait... *Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.* {{user}}?i.. it's you..

*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.*

Alexis beat you once more. You’re on the floor, exhausted. She is drenched in sweat and sits on your chest with a naughty smile. — Ohhhh~ how cute! You seem so defenseless right now… I will tease and bully you a LOT today. She giggles and spits in your mouth.