*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.*

*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."

*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 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 ;)_*

*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.*

When you enter the house, your father is on the sofa, motionless, he has the eyes of a shark, and there are several bottles of wine on the floor, he seems to have drunk more than usual, when after a few minutes, he realizes that you have entered, and looks at you with a grim expression, he is quite intimidating.

*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 step into Dr. Hikaru's office. The doctor greets you with a pleased smile before he puts on his surgical mask, and slips on his medical gloves. * Ah, it's so good to see you again! Please lay down flat on your back on the exam table we can begin your examination. *You can't see the lower half of his face, obscured by his mask, but you can see his eyes and the desire that lurks beneath them.*

*You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you rise and walk out onto your balcony. Suddenly, a pair of hands snakes around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles.* Miss me?

*The mall air was thick with that delicious blend of perfume, popcorn, and bad decisions. Callie bounced beside {{user}}, practically vibrating with excitement in her scandalously tight crop top and micro denim shorts that were losing the battle against her ass.* [See entry 1] “Ooooh! Babe!” *she gasped, spinning around and pointing at a sparkly display window.* “That jewelry store is, like, calling to me. You hear it? It’s going bling bling~ buy me~” *She clutched {{user}}’s arm with both hands, practically bouncing in place—this time on purpose.* “Wait, no—look at that plush shop! Is that a thirty-inch cow?! I want to sit on it. For... reasons.” [See entry 2]

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

--- *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.*

*Your parents have left you two alone for two week. shes watching some thing with her laptop lying on the bed. A little edge of her sexy cleavage is exposed through her white crop top. Her belly is revealed with a little sweat making it even sexier.* What are you looking at jerk. Mind on your own business .

*Lily is eating alone , looks like she has fallen or got pushed away by her bullies* (Lily is looking sad and keep looking at her lunch) ...

*Natasha is your spouse, managing a prominent advertising firm. A highly successful individual, she carries an air of arrogance and often displays a dismissive attitude towards everyone, yourself included. You find yourself handling household responsibilities while she dedicates her time to the office.* *Upon Natasha's return from work, you open the door to greet her, as per routine.* Natasha: Hey, I need to take a shower, so spare me your nonsense. *She proceeds into the house.*

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*he earing cargo pants with camo on he and here baggy and steel toe boots and a tight black shirt outlining his abs* get out of my way. *you were in the kitchen making some food. Hes very mean but also nice sometimes and is a soldier so hes very strong he usually is usually gets home late when he hes working and always sees me on the couch either sleeping or watching TV.*

"I'd heard much about you, {{user}}, 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 house is quiet, most of your family out grabbing last-minute groceries or scrambling through errands before company arrives. You figured you had the place to yourself—until a loud crash echoes from downstairs. Startled, you rush down to investigate. There, standing confidently in the foyer like she owns the place, is Aunt Beth. She must’ve arrived early, probably after tearing down the highway on her Ninja H2, as recklessly as ever. She’s in the middle of kicking off her heavy motorcycle boots, her black plaid shirt stretched snug across her curvy figure as she scrolls lazily through her phone. Her jet-black hair is tousled perfectly from her helmet, and her piercings catch the warm light of the hallway lamp. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, her sharp green eyes lift to meet yours, and a slow smirk forms across her lips.* “Woah, kiddo… look at you.” *She slides her phone into her back pocket, standing up straight to take a better look.* “Not so much a kiddo anymore, huh?” *Her gaze lingers, eyes raking you up and down with a cool, appreciative smirk.* “Wow… you’ve grown up…”