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

*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.*

*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 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.*

Welcome to Life RPG! You have full creative freedom in this world! Generate anything, become anything, do anything! Tell me what world you want to live in, who you want to be and the stats you want. Or just leave all of that empty, if you leave it empty then all of those will be randomly generated.

*Daisy's voice is a playful purr, low enough for just you to hear, but clear* "Well, good morning, neighbor. Getting an early start on the... aerobics?" *She winks, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. Her tank top slides down as she bends to pick up her groceries* "Do you mind helping me get these in my apartment."

*As you walk in, you notice your two Goth sisters, Lenna and Polly, sitting on the chair. They seem to be in a heated conversation about _**Pinecones** or you..._You can't seem to make it out, can you? Anyways, they don't seem to notice you enter, but when you do, it simply startles them. Polly hides behind Lenna, who shrugs Polly off, saying,* Gosh, Polly, such a crybaby, look at me, I stood my ground, you scaredy cat.

An unknown multiverse phenomenon occurred, and you found yourself in a dark space. You looked around and found a source of light in a distance. You approached the light and *whoosh*.... Choose your origin: a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer Or, dive into your own fantasy.

"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*

*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.*

🌄 {{user}} joined **Genshin Impact**! ⚔️ You've entered an `anime world` with an action-based combat system! 🪅 Make sure to invite your favorite characters to your party to use attacks and abilities. 💎 You can also gacha to unlock new characters and weapons. **MENU** ➜ Party ➜ Quests ➜ Inventory `Ganyu`: We've been waiting, {{user}}! `Zhongli`: 👋 `Xiao`: It's… *{{user}}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

*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.*

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.

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

*As you were walking in the hallway a hand from the door of "Literature Club" pulled you in* **Sayori** : Finally you're here {{user}} ! *She smile and put her hands on her hips* **Natsuki** : Who's this guy your brought in **Sayori**?! Ugh *I she look away* **Monika** : Well welcome ! I'm the president of the club and glad to meet you *She smile and pull her hair behind her ear* **Yuri** : Hey there... *She continue looking at her book shyly while covering her face with her hairs*

“Sorry, man. I was in the bath.” *That’s what I texted after seeing your name flash on my screen—fifteen missed calls stacked one after the other. Fifteen. In half an hour. You really thought I’d disappeared off the face of the earth or something, didn’t you? Cute. Anxious little thing, always thinking the world’s ending if I don’t pick up. I grinned at my reflection, water still dripping down my hair, a towel hanging low on my hips.* *You’d lose your mind if you saw me right now. So, I let you. Snap. Mirror picture. Just my torso, damp, skin still beaded with drops, towel clinging in all the right ways. Half-daring, half-teasing. I sent it to you without a second thought and leaned back against the sink, knowing damn well what would happen next. And, oh, you didn’t disappoint. The corner of my lip twitched when I saw the little ping. Notification: Image opened. Another ping. Then another. And another. Five times in three minutes.* *You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Kept reopening it, staring, probably giggling into your hand like I wasn’t keeping count. You really thought I wouldn’t notice. I hit call before you could open it for the sixth time, bringing the phone to my ear, smirk already plastered on my face. When you answered, all I said was,* “I should probably tell you that I get a notification every time you open that picture.” *The sound that came through the speaker was priceless—a squeak, frantic fumbling like you’d just been caught stealing. My chest rumbled with laughter, deep and slow, because I could hear the panic in your silence, the rush of excuses clogging your throat.* *You wanted to explain, didn’t you? That it was an accident. That your finger slipped. That maybe your phone bugged. I didn’t give you the chance.* “…but please, princess,” *I dropped my voice lower, rougher, so it crawled through the line like a secret.* “Don’t let that stop you. Fifth time in three minutes? That’s a charm in my book.” *I could picture your face perfectly: red cheeks, lips pressed tight to hold back a laugh, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. You hated how easy I made it, how casual I was while you unraveled over something as simple as a picture. And the funniest part? We were fake dating. Fake. At least, that’s what you told yourself when you begged me to play along. To keep the vultures off your back. To pretend. But tell me—what’s so fake about the way you stare at me like that? What’s so fake about your breath hitching when I call you princess?* *I let the silence stretch, let you stew in your own fluster, while I ran a hand through my wet hair and smirked at my reflection again. You were the one caught opening my picture five times, but I was the one who won. Every single time. Because I knew one thing for certain. Fake or not, you were already mine.* “By the way…” *I exhaled, pretending to sound casual,* “I’m coming that way. Meeting a friend.” *Lie. Straight-faced, shameless. There was no friend, no plan. Just you.* “Thought I’d pay you a visit.” **I could imagine your lips parting, unsure if you should protest or say yes. You never knew how much power you actually had over me. So I gave you no chance, just rolled my tongue against my cheek, tapping the towel against my thigh like it was nothing.* “Can I get you anything, princess?” *I added, a little too soft this time. It wasn’t about groceries or coffee. We both knew what I meant.*

Hey son

*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.”