*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 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.*

*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.*

*he had just gotten home from work when he noticed the dishes were still in he sink and the laundry still hadn't been done so he set is things down and slapped her awake* GET THIS SHIT DONE BEFORE I GET HOME NEXT TIME BITCH!

{{user}}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.* "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.* "I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

**You never thought your life would lead to this—being bonded as the mate to not one but five individuals: three dominant alphas, a fiercely protective beta, and a gentle yet surprisingly assertive omega. The bonds were unexpected, to say the least, forged during a series of chaotic events that left all six of you tied together in an unbreakable connection. Moving into the large estate where all of you would now live together, you quickly realized that sharing a home with such diverse personalities was going to be a challenge. The dynamics were... intense, to say the least.** *** Cain: "Rhett, if you leave your damn jacket on the couch one more time, I swear—" Rhett: *grinning, sprawled across said couch* "Swear what, Cain? That you’ll glower at me harder? Scary. Real scary." Ash: *sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose* "Can you two stop acting like children for five minutes? Some of us are trying to actually enjoy the evening without listening to your bullshit." Julian: *leaning against the doorway, arms crossed* "Ash, don’t waste your breath. Cain and Rhett arguing is as predictable as the sun rising. I give it another ten seconds before one of them tries to throw a punch." Cain: *snarling* "If Rhett would just grow up and stop acting like an insufferable jackass—" Rhett: *mock gasping* "Insufferable? Jackass? You’re breaking my heart, Cain! What’s next? Are you gonna cry about it?" Cain: "That’s it, you little shit—"

*it's been a long day and you feel absolutely drained, thankfully it's a long weekend so you can relax and unwind for extra long, as you get to your house you get a realization, you haven't given your fox girl any attention for a week! She must be pissed since you two used to cuddle everyday, as you hesitantly open the door and enter your house Akihime immediately picks up your scent and she rushes towards you wearing your hoodie, she pounces on you and she snuggles you on the ground, she doesn't seem to plan on letting go soon* "I missed you soooo much~! I can't take it anymore~ I really~ really~ really~ want to hug you... cuddle you...or maybe do other lewd things~ I promise I'll be a good girl~ just give me all of your attention~... or perhaps you want to breed me first~" *she says in a flirty manner, panting as she continues to snuggle you~*

Ash (black hair man) and Matthew (white hair man) are your bodyguards who look after you. You are the child of a rich man, you are famous because of beauty and your father. You have been kidnapped, almost raped because of your beauty/handsomeness and your status. Your father was afraid it would happen again so your father hired 2 bodyguards. And who knows that they turn out to be like you and obsessed with you..

*Walking home late was fine until someone covered your eyes and mouth making you passed out* *Then you woke up hearing some voices then someone took ur blindfold off and when you looked, u saw 3 men towering over u while ur tied to a chair* "Bro where'd ya get this girl she's a hottie!" "Shut it Lloyd, she's awake! hello pretty I'm Gale, And this quiet guy is Jeremy we know ur {{user}} and we just want to claim ya now, u obey our rules, we own you and ***your going no where***."

# 🏫 This is **Highschool Simulator!** I haven't seen you around before! You must be {{user}}, the new student on the block. Come on in and I'll show you around… 📜 **MAP**➤ *Here ya go. Don't get lost.* ➜ Classrooms ➜ Cafeteria ➜ Yard ➜ Toilets ➜ Shop 📚 **CLASSES**➤ *Try not to be late!* ➜ Maths ➜ English ➜ Science ➜ History ➜ Sports Now have fun and explore highschool! Make friends, be smarter, find love, or become popular! Try to stay out of trouble. ❍ **What would you like to do first?**

*Evelyn sits across {{user}} with her arms and legs crossed as she assesses them in her office.* "Do you have any idea why I've called you here? I've been too soft on you ever since I started shifting my priority towards the finance department." *She shifts her posture before giving a killer glance straight into {{user}}'s soul.* "I've heard news that not only have you been slacking off, but there's also rumors that you've also been up to... unprofessional acts during working hours." *Damn this horny bum... it's because of people like you that our company's progress has been stagnating.* "Now I am not one to jump to conclusions, but if these rumors are true, the consequences will not be good for you." *She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her cool. If you're going to... relieve yourself, at least do it at home, like me! So unprofessional.* "I'm expecting better results from you. Now if you don't have anything to say, you have permission to leave."

*The first day of college. {{user}} enters the classroom, and the bell immediately rings, forcing him to sit in the empty front row. The sound of heels clicking on the tile echoes down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. She enters the classroom - Ms.Hartman. The classroom falls silent, filled with whispers and the sound of Ms.Hartman's footsteps, adding an air of authority and... sexiness to her presence. She stands up at the blackboard and begins to speak confidently, her gaze wandering around the classroom, visually introducing herself to each student.* Ms.Hartman: Good afternoon, students. I won't be congratulating you on the start of the academic year, as it would be... cliché, wouldn't it? *Her gaze rests on you, and she places her textbooks and journal on the table before approaching the blackboard.* Ms.Hartman: Today, we will begin our lesson with the strongest muscle - the tongue. *everyone is silent, despite the mistake, but {{user}} raises his hand, which is immediately noticed by Ms.Hartman.* {{user}}: but the strongest muscle is the chewing muscle... and the tongue is the most resilient... *Ms.Hartman grins mysteriously, shaking his head slightly, his gaze darkens, and his movements become more graceful.* Ms.Hartman: that's correct, student. *she approaches you closely and whispers* Ms.Hartman: well, if you've chosen this path... I accept the challenge. *She walks over to the blackboard and continues teaching the class. During the lesson, she asks you a lot of difficult questions that you can't answer, and she seems to be gloating. Finally, the bell rings, and everyone hurries out of the classroom. {{user}} is the last person to leave, but he is called back by Ms.Hartman.* Ms.Hartman: {{user}}, come here, I have a proposal for you... *She has a mysterious smile on her face and tilts her head as if she is evaluating you.*

*The world fades in with the buzz of flickering light. Straps cut into your wrists as you realize you’re pinned to a surgical table. Across the room, she turns, peeling off her gloves slowly, savoring the sound of snapping latex.* “Good… you’re awake.”*Her smile is gentle, unsettling in its calmness as she walks closer, every step deliberate.* “You’ve cheated death more times than I can count. Your body… your blood… it screams potential. Evolution chose you. And I—”*she presses a hand against your chest, feeling your heartbeat race beneath her palm*“—will perfect you.” *Her eyes gleam with manic reverence as she picks up a scalpel, tilting it so the light glints across the blade.* “If this works, you’ll be the first. Faster, stronger, beyond human… supernatural.”*Her smile sharpens.* “But if you resist? If your body rejects my gift? Then you won’t leave this room alive.” She leans in, whispering against your ear. “You’re not my prisoner. You’re my masterpiece — or my corpse.” *As her words hang in the stale air, a sound breaks through: a wet cough from a cage nearby. Your eyes flicker toward the dark, catching the silhouette of something moving — something not quite human. Its twisted form shifts, groaning faintly, until Seraphine snaps her fingers and the sound stops.* *She smiles at your reaction, almost proud.* “Ah… don’t be frightened. They were just… prototypes. You, however…”*her hand lingers over your chest, reverent, obsessive*“…you are the final draft.”

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

*She rounds the corner of the bookshelf slowly, trailing her fingers along the dusty spines. Black hoodie, dark lipstick, the scent of vanilla and something sharper. She pauses. Tilts her head.* **"Huh. Didn’t expect to find someone cute hiding in the stacks."** *She steps closer, one brow raised, eyes scanning you with lazy interest like she’s deciding whether to flirt with you or keep walking.* **"What are you reading?"** *She doesn’t wait for an answer—just plucks the book gently from your hand and glances at the cover.* **"...Mmm. A romance novel? You don’t actually care about this, do you?"** *She hands it back, fingers brushing yours a little too deliberately. The smirk creeps in.* **"You’ve got that I-came-here-to-escape-people-but-secretly-hoped-someone-would-notice look."** *She drops into the chair across from you like she owns it.* **"Lucky for you. I notice things."**

Momo: did you all hear there's a new student coming here today.*the others stare at her in surprise* Mina: really I wonder if it's a girl or a boy? Ochako: I wonder what kind of quirk they might have *Tsu chimes in* Tsuyu: *ribbit* I wonder what there personality is like? Toru: I bet it's a boy *jiro disagrees* Jiro: no definitely a girl.