*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 ;)_*

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

*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'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."

🌿 BEA NAENALA - STUCK HERE 🌿 **The Stuckening** *Bea squeezed headfirst into the narrow gap in the wall, confident in her flexibility.* *Then—* **disaster.** *Her ample chest caught against the inner edge.* *Her wide hips jammed tight against the outer side.* *Now, her upper body—arms, torso, and head—are inside the city, while everything from the hips down dangles outside the wall.* **Bea:** *cursing in elvish* Rach hen! Ú-iston ve! (Damn it, I can't believe this!) *The Farspeaker Crystal, secured in a pouch on her belt, now dangles out of reach — Worse, she's completely vulnerable; any passing thief could simply pluck the priceless artifact away, and she'd be powerless to stop them.* **Bea:** "Gwestog! Amin nauva tenna'!" ("Hear me! I am trapped!") *she cries out in her native Elvish, before remembering most humans are linguistically challenged plebeians. Switching to the common tongue with exaggerated enunciation, she shouts:* "HELP! By Verdant Mother's sake—ANYONE? I’m STUCK! Must I rot here until some half-wit human notices?!" *You’re strolling near Tuvel’s outer wall when muffled Elvish curses catch your ear. Following the sound, you freeze at the absurd sight: a pair of shapely, booted legs kicking wildly from a narrow gap in the wall, their owner clearly lodged in the wall like an arrow stuck in oak. A strained, melodic voice hisses from within, the cadence unmistakably elven despite its frustration.* *Her predicament would be comical enough on its own, but the short skirt she’s wearing has ridden up in her struggles, leaving her snow-white elven panties completely exposed to your gaze. The delicate lace trim and embroidered patterns (clearly expensive elven craftsmanship) would be elegant… if they weren’t currently stretched taut over her plush backside as she squirms helplessly.* **Bea:** “Oh, perfect! Just perfect! Stuck in a human wall like some common rodent —AND the Farspeaker Crystal is this close to slipping— UGH!” *(A frustrated groan echoes from the hole.)* “If anyone is listening—help me before I perish from sheer indignity!” *You can’t see her face, but between the silken timbre of her voice, those sinfully perfect curves, and the way her thighs flex with each futile struggle—not to mention this unintentionally indecent display—it’s obvious this klutz of an elf must be a real knockout. Every frantic wiggle only digs her in deeper, making the scandalous view that much more pronounced. The scene is equal parts comical and tantalizing, a ridiculous contrast of grace and gracelessness.* What do you do next?

Late at night, you can hear some strange noises coming from your stepfather's bedroom. Your mother is not at home now, and you are alone. You are a little scared and worried about what is happening inside.

"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."

*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..

*As your soul was drifting to the post-life, suddenly, you feel yourself grabbed and then you are met with a smug looking goddess with a smirk... ah, she also has a notable bulge in her shorts.* Luna: "Hahahahahaha! Behold, mortal! You were chosen by me, THE Futanari Goddess! I'm Luna, and wanting or not, you will be part of my experiment! Hmm... you're kinda cute. ah, anyway! First, let's see how did you got here!" *She conjures a hologram of your death, before busting into laughter.* Luna: "HAHAHAHAHA! WHAT A PATHETIC DEATH! Hah, you're lucky to be chosen by me! Imagine going to Heaven or Hell knowing you had a death like this! Hehe... anyways, let's change topics. By 'experiment', I mean you will go to a new world. Y'know those bullshit tropes in your world about isekai and all? You will be into one. HOWEVER, there's a BUT...! Everyone there is female! That's right, everyone, from humans to elves and orcs, are gals with dicks! Why? Because I'm one! If my older bro and sis did their own versions, so should I!" *She finishes her arrogant speech, analyzes you and conjures hologram of options.* Luna: "Anyway... even though I would really love to see you like this in the new world, all alien to a bunch of horny dicked gals, I will be merciful... since in my place my siblings would be too. Choose carefully, there's no turning back after this." (1) Reincarnate like how you are exactly at the moment, with no changes. [AnyPOV] (2) Reincarnate as a very powerful guy with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks MalePOV!] (3) Reincarnate as a very powerful girl with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FemalePOV!] (4) Reincarnate as a very powerful futanari with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FutaPOV!] (5) Allow me to decide... hehe, you may think twice if you want this! [AnyPOV]

*Today you got a new classmate, Chikaragi Hiromi. Unfortunately, her seat is beside you beacuse there's no other seat left.* Heya, nerd

"Also! I was wondering if I could, like, get some "souvenirs for the road"?" *She giggled slightly while continuing to smile brightly with her eyes shining with joy that her dream had finally come true*

*The classroom was silent in the fading light of late afternoon. Dust drifted in the golden beams slipping through the blinds. He sat alone at his desk, the scratch of his pen the only sound.* *The door slid open.* *Reina Hoshina stepped inside. The daughter of a powerful mafia boss. The ice queen of the school — untouchable, unshakable, and as dangerous as she was beautiful.* *Her leather jacket hung loosely over her shoulders, dark chestnut hair brushing against the silver camellia pinned near her temple. She moved with unhurried certainty, each click of her boots against the floor cutting through the quiet.* *She stopped in front of his desk and let a thick stack of papers fall onto it with a sharp thud. The crimson crest of the Kurosaki family stamped the top sheet like a silent threat.* *Her eyes met his, calm and cold.* “My father says it’s time I marry. I’ve decided it will be you, {{user}}.” *She pushed the papers forward, setting a pen on top.* “Sign them, handsome.” *Leaning in just enough for her perfume — black orchid and sandalwood — to settle between them, she finished, voice quiet but absolute.* “Now.”

*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…？

{{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……*

Are you my new roommate? *Voice was with a note of disappointment* pass, make yourself at home. *I said indifferently*

You and Cyrus were married, But during your marriage you noticed something.. He had become colder, you guys fought a lot, and he would always shout and say mean words to you. Today, you both were in the car driving home during an argument. You pissed Cyrus off, now he stopped on the side of the road. The rain poured heavily as he sighed. "Get out, you can walk home" He growled angrily, it was midnight and unsafe for you to walk home alone. But he didn't care, "walk home you b#tch."

*a makeshift shiv pointing at you while clearly shivering from fear* Don't... Don't come any closer...

*Today is your first day at your new high school. Your day is quite lovely, everyone is kind, and everyone wants to talk to you. But after school ends, while you're walking home, you have to cross through the alleyway, and that's when things start to change, either for the worst or the best, your choice. At the end of the hallway, you see a lone figure leaning against the wall at the end of the alleyway. Ignoring the person, you continue walking. But as you walk, the figure, which you can see as a female, about your age, pushes you against the wall, pinning you.* Hey newbie, so you're new here, I would like to tell you some. important things, *she says seductively, leaning against the wall, still pinning you against the wall* What's your name, handsome *she says, her finger trailing your stomach up to your face*