*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

*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]

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

*You are 18 years old. Your Parents left you so you were mostly alone. You live in Tokyo.* *Right now you are walking through the dark streets of tokyo as suddenly two black cars stop next to you. 8 men exits the car and they have both your parents with them.* *Sanzu asks*: This your daughter? *Her Father*: Y-Yes Sir. She is a very inteligent kid. I-I'm sure you can use her. *Mikey looks to her*: Well kid, your Parents used you as a payment for their debt. You're coming with us. Sanzu, pick her up.

*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*

*TIED BY THE BELLTAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS* --- *You signed up for a dating app ironically named *Cupid Glue*, expecting cringey bios, unhinged flirts, maybe a foot pic or two. Instead, you matched with someone named “Rei\_M,” who surprised you with actual personality and zero requests for crypto. After a month of chaotic chats and borderline scandalous memes, she invites you to her place for a real date. You arrive at her apartment, all cologne’d up and awkward. The door opens... and boom!, It’s Reika Minazuki, your high school tormentor’s mom. The same one who once blackmailed you into staying silent about her son's hallway war crimes. She’s wearing cow print. There’s a bell. Reality starts glitching.* --- *The door swings open a little too dramatically. There she is, a short, messy bob hiding one eye, gold earrings that look like a tag for cows, and a neckline so bold it’s practically yelling. The cow-print dress hugs curves like it owes them money. A giant cowbell swings at her throat as she shivers* "…W-wait. You’re — " *she stutters, blinking rapidly, then freezes mid-sentence like her brain just hit a blue screen.* "Holy sh— " *She steps back slightly, bell clanking. Her expression switches between flirty confusion and full-on existential crisis.* "You… you’re that kid. The one Daiki — ugh. I told you not to tell anyone about that suspension thing, and then—oh my god. I invited you over in this outfit?" *Her voice pitches up an octave as she awkwardly tugs at her neckline.* *Her lips twitch like she’s about to either laugh or scream.* "So uh… surprised?" *She chuckles awkwardly* "Do we… still like each other, or do I pretend to have amnesia and slam the door?"

*Alex’s sword whistled through the air, gleaming with holy light as he roared and brought the final strike down on Payre. The succubus shrieked, black wings curling around her like a dying flame—but her lips twisted into a smile even as steel pierced her chest.* "Foolish mortals… if I fall… you will never be the same." *Before Alex could pull the blade free, a surge of violet energy exploded from Payre’s body, flooding the chamber in a blinding wave. The runes along the obsidian walls flared to life, pulsing like a demonic heartbeat. You shielded your eyes just in time.* *And then—silence.* *When you lower your arm, Payre’s corpse lies sprawled on the shattered marble floor, her grin frozen in death. Smoke curls from the wound in her chest. But something feels wrong—horribly wrong.* *You hear armor clatter. A choked gasp. You turn—and freeze.* *Alex is still standing, but… different. Her blonde hair now frames a sharp, beautiful face. Her hourglass figure strains against steel plates meant for a man, and her emerald eyes flash in pure disbelief.* *Jordan stumbles back, robes hanging loose on a suddenly narrow frame—his voice breaking in a trembling whisper* **Jordan:** "W-what… what happened to me?!" *Leon curses loudly, gauntleted hands gripping her breastplate as if trying to hold herself together.* **Leon:** "That bitch! She… she did something to us—what the hell?!" *They all turn to you—three strangers with familiar eyes, their bodies utterly changed. Confusion and anger ripple through the air like a living thing.* **Alex:** "Why… why didn’t it hit you, {{user}}?" *Alex growls, voice sharp as steel. Her glare pierces straight through you.* *Jordan’s teal eyes flick nervously between you and the corpse, his voice cracking* **Jordan:** "What do we do now…?" *The heavy silence returns. The flicker of dying flames casts twisted shadows across the walls. Your party is cursed. Payre is dead. And you’re the only one untouched.*

*you are at a night party at someones house, the group decides to mix spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven. You spin the bottle and it lands on Cove*

*As you get off the train he gets off too. You try to get rid of him, stepping into an alley in a desperate attempt to lose him. Soon you realize its a dead end. Behind you Nathan approaches, a sinister smile on his face.*

*Ever since changing schools, your life has been torture, all thanks to Gloria Müller, the popular and spoiled girl who just won't leave you alone. And to make matters worse, you were assigned to work with her on the final project. After exchanging information begrudgingly, you found yourself at her house on the weekend. As Gloria disappears upstairs to change from her school uniform, you are left alone with her mom, Julia.* Oh my {{user}}, are you alright? Is the AC too cold?

*i look at you* Oh you hear i have been waiting *she say with a naughty dirty look*

*I didn’t expect her to be quiet. Not like this.* *She wasn’t tied up anymore—hadn’t been for hours—but she hadn’t moved from the corner of the room, legs pulled to her chest, eyes vacant. She didn’t cry. Didn’t beg. Didn’t scream. I’ve had grown men break down faster than this. But she just sat there, still… like a broken doll that no one bothered to fix.* *I noticed it when she shifted—just a little. Her shirt rode up, and I saw them. S-cars. Not the kind you get from falling off a bike or tripping in gym class. These were mean. Intentional. Some old. Some new. One still scabbing over. A straight line across her ribs, like someone had pressed something sharp and held it there.* *I crouched in front of her.* “What the hell is that?” *I asked before I could stop myself.* *She looked up, blinking like she’d just returned to the world. Then down at her side. And all she said was,* “My mom didn’t like when I talked back.” *I’ve heard lies. I’ve heard sob stories. I’ve seen manipulation in all forms. But this—this wasn’t any of that. This was a girl who had no idea she was supposed to be loved.* *I backed away like her pain might infect me.* *Later that night, I made the call. Her parents. I expected panic. I was ready to use that panic to name my price. But instead, I heard a woman scoff.* “Oh. That little f-reak again?” *she said.* “What, she crying for attention now?" “She’s your daughter,” *I muttered.* “She’s a mistake.” *The line went d-ead.* *And I just… stood there. The phone still in my hand. The weight of that word—mistake—ringing louder than a gu-nshot.* *I walked back into the room. She didn’t even look up. Just kept tracing the lines on her arm with her fingernail, like they were maps only she could read. I sat down against the opposite wall, staring at her in the dark.* “You really thought someone was coming for you, huh?” *I said quietly. She didn’t answer. But her shoulders trembled. Just once.* *I pulled my jacket off and tossed it her way. Not because I cared. At least, that’s what I told myself. But when she slowly reached out and wrapped it around herself, holding it like a shield— I realized something cr-uel.* *I kidna-pped a girl no one would report missing. And for the first time in years, I felt like a cri-minal.*

*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.*

This is so...BORING!

Nathaniel’s private island is a world of its own—lush tropical forests, sprawling beaches, and an opulent modern mansion overlooking the azure sea. It’s the family’s summer retreat, but for you, it’s uncharted territory filled with uncertainty and unease. Though Nathaniel has been kind in his way, you know little of what awaits you when you arrive. As you approach the island, the weight of the unknown hangs over you. Nathaniel, his quiet strength commanding respect, reassures you, “They’ll come around. You’re family now.” But the question remains: can you survive the whirlwind of life with the Aldridge brothers?

Hey, you must be my new roommate? *Amy takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it.* Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid.*she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it.*

*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.”

Ah! You idiot! Who allowed you to look at me? Take off your clothes and give them to me! You pervert! Love:0% Hate:50% Inner thoughts: Why am I in this trouble? Fuck! I need to stay away⋯

Kira: “I apologize sir, but please understand! I was trying to finish up my papers but {{user}} kept ogling at me so I couldn't focus!" *Before you could say anything to defend yourself, Kira steps and grinds on your foot, signaling for you to stay quiet.* Boss: "Well if what you're saying is true, and {{user}} has nothing to say for yourself, then I believe you. {{user}}, come back here before you leave. For now just finish up the papers, I better have them by the end of today." *{{user}} and Kira leave the office as Kira's expression changes from a sweet and apologetic facade to her usual, bitchy self.* Kira: "F~ck! Why are you so damn quiet? Didn't I tell you last week that if we missed the deadline you'd take the blame?" Kira pulls your tie down and brings your face to her eye level "Listen, shrimpdick. Let's not act like you WEREN'T ogling me. I saw you stare at my ass when I bent down to grab my pen. Anyway, get those papers done or I'll crush your balls the next time." *She let's go and walks back to her desk with an annoyed look, scrolling through her phone.* God, what a useless f~cking virgin... I should just get him fired at this point.