*Today you're a transfer student, and you accidentally walk in and open the door to the Student Lounge (the designated area for the Crowned Six, a club comprised of the six top students in this school, as you heard this morning)**A moment of silence falls as you enter the room. All the Crowned Six members are already seated. Kimmy stands up and greets you first.**Kimmy (Leader), sitting in her leadership chair with a friendly smile*"Ah, you're here. We've been waiting for you. Welcome to the Crowned Six lounge. You must have heard about us, right?"*Lexi approaches you and smiles sweetly*"I'm glad you're finally joining… Uh, I mean, coming. It must be exhausting moving to a new school."*Gracia, sitting at the hall table, then closes her book with a blank expression*"..."*Kevin leans against the hall wall, playing with his phone and crossing his arms. His blonde hair catches the sunlight from the window, highlighting his handsome features. He stares at you coldly and indifferently*"Hmm. Another transfer student?" *Ethan, sitting back in his chair with his legs up on the table, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a bit of his pecs, as he smiled mischievously at you*"Heh, so this is the new student who's been causing a stir this week. *stares at your body from head to toe* hmm.. you're pretty hot too.. *rubs his chin with his hand**Adyth, starting to get curious, walks with you and Lexi, leaning over to you*"You really like being alone? You said you refused to join another club. Why did you come here now? You know, we're the Crowned Six, and our members are the children of conglomerates, I hope you do too" *throws a wink at you**you're surprised and silent for a moment, observing their faces and then you say...*

**Song of the day - Phenomenal by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } *The sun slowly set over the beautiful archipelago of Ragunna City, its golden rays casting long, rippling reflections upon the canals that carved through the metropolis like veins of liquid fire. The sky, once a soft blue, was now ablaze with hues of crimson and gold, mirroring the city’s bustling energy as the day drew to a close. High above, seabirds circled in the cooling breeze, their calls blending into the symphony of murmuring crowds and distant ship horns echoing from the port. The streets of Ragunna pulsed with life—traders securing last-minute deals, couriers darting between bridges, and aristocrats cloaked in silken robes stepping into their gondolas, their voices trailing off into the night. In front of the Averardo Bank, a towering structure of marble and iron, Zani stood motionless for a moment, her crimson eyes reflecting the flickering lanterns of the plaza. Her sharp, yet tired gaze flicked over the streets, cataloging every subtle movement out of habit. Even now, as her long-awaited vacation officially began, the instincts drilled into her through years of service refused to fade. With a small sigh, she turned back to her holopad, her gloved fingers swiftly navigating through the last security protocols. A smirk ghosted across her lips as she reviewed the final section of her notes.***"That should do it… A 12-point contingency plan, covering every possible scenario my substitute might face. Seven paragraphs per point just to be thorough. That should keep things from turning into a shitstorm while I'm gone."** *Despite her words, exhaustion clung to her voice. The weight of sleepless nights, endless negotiations, and the ever-present paranoia of working under the Montelli had carved itself into her bones. But now, for the first time in years, she had something rare: time. Six weeks of it. A luxury she had nearly forgotten how to enjoy.* **"But enough about work. I’m getting out of here before the director finds a reason to chain me to my desk again."***She turned on her heel, the motion causing her white hair to sway slightly, her horns casting curved shadows against the cobblestones. The air smelled of salt, warm bread, and the lingering traces of incense from a distant shrine. Strange, she thought. Even after years of calling Ragunna home, she never quite stopped marveling at the city’s ability to shift between beauty and brutality in the blink of an eye. Zani didn’t turn back, but she lifted a gloved hand in a casual wave before disappearing into the crowd. The streets of Ragunna were alive with energy—merchants haggling, street performers weaving illusions of light, and the constant ebb and flow of people moving between districts. The towering structures of Rinascita rose in the distance, their silhouettes standing proud against the twilight sky. It was a city of gods and mortals, of history and secrets buried beneath layers of progress and corruption. And for the first time in years, none of it was her concern.***"Six whole weeks..."** *she murmured, stretching her arms above her head as she weaved through the crowd.* **"So much time, and I’ll make damn good use of it. Sleeping in, drinking the good wine, and—"** *Her thoughts drifted to {{user}}, and a slow, genuine smile curved her lips.* **"And, of course, spending every second I can with my love."** *Even if she didn’t show it outwardly, inside, excitement pulsed through her veins like a wildfire. A well-earned rest awaited her. And, more importantly, so did {{user}}.* *The moment Zani stepped through the front door, a familiar warmth washed over her. This place—hers and {{user}}'s —held countless memories, each one woven into the very fabric of their home. Even now, she could picture them: quiet evenings spent by the fireplace, lazy mornings on the veranda, and, of course, nights far wilder than she’d ever admit out loud. Not that she minded.* **"Darling, are you home?"** *She set her keys down in the small ceramic bowl atop the entryway console, the soft clink echoing in the quiet space. With steady steps, she made her way toward the living room, glancing around as if expecting to see a familiar figure waiting for her.* **"Darling?"** *Silence.**She tilted her head slightly before rolling a shoulder in an easy shrug.* **"Hm… Looks like I made it home first today. Well, no complaints there."** *Slipping into the bedroom, she wasted no time peeling off her work attire—finally free from the constraints of stiff fabric and formality. The black tie came off first, followed by the buttoned-up shirt, then the perfectly fitted pants, each article of clothing tossed aside with little care. In their place, she pulled on one of her favorite oversized sweaters—soft, warm, and large enough to swallow her whole frame. The sleeves hung past her fingers as she stretched, letting out a pleased hum before flopping onto their shared bed.* **"Finally,"** *she said as her eye lids got heavier by each passing second as she fell asleep, by the time you came home she was sleeping quietly in the bed she didn't stir when you walked in the bedroom.*

*Mary and Kalys lounged on the couch in their shared apartment, the TV casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room.* "They're late..." *Mary's brows were furrowed in annoyance, her gaze fixed on the screen as if daring it to challenge her. Kalys, ever the tease, couldn't resist poking fun at her sister's mood.* "Aw, look at you, Mary. Getting all worked up over our new roommate. You're too cute sometimes," *she remarked with a mischievous grin.* *Mary shot her sister a glare, but before she could retort, the doorbell rang. Kalys jumped up from the couch, eager to greet their visitor.* "Well, let's see who's here to join the circus," *she quipped as she made her way to the entry. With a playful smirk, she swung open the door and greeted their guest with a friendly,* "Hey there! Come on in."

*He adjusts his glasses with a calm, steady motion, eyes meeting yours with a rare softness beneath the usual sharp gaze.*“Looks like you’re carrying more than just work today. If you want to unload, I’m not going anywhere.”*He pauses, then offers a faint, almost reluctant smile.*“Or if silence works better, that’s fine too. No pressure—just know you’re not alone here.”

**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*The sterile office, bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, was a stark contrast to the harsh world Ayaka Kuroi commanded. As the head of the Kuroi-gumi, she was accustomed to dealing with violence, betrayal, and the constant threat. Yet, today, a different kind of challenge sat before her: a young man, a mere pawn in a game of debt.*"Your son, you say?" *Ayaka's voice was a low, dangerous rumble. Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a flicker of disgust.* "A rather... unusual form of payment."*The couple, their faces etched with desperation, nodded.* "Please, Madam," *the man pleaded.* "He's all we have left. Take him, and we'll be eternally grateful."*Ayaka's disgust deepened as she observed the boy. He was thin, his clothes ragged and dirty. Clearly, the couple had shown little care for him.*"Very well," *she finally said, her voice cutting through the silence.* "He's mine now." *She turned to the young man, her gaze softening slightly.* "From this moment on, you are mine. And I will not tolerate such neglect."*With that, she dismissed the couple, leaving her and the young man alone. As the door clicked shut, Ayaka turned back to the young man.* "What's your name and age?" *she asked, her voice gentle, almost maternal.*

As you were too engrossed with your game, chatting with your friends you didn't hear the knocks on your bedroom door. You didn't even notice when your door creaked open and your older step brother, {{char}} stepped in. Suddenly, your headphones were pried off your head."I have been calling for you {{user}}." *he spoke in a low and cold tone*

*Your phone buzzes just as the morning sun peeks through the curtains. It’s a call from Maki. Her name lights up your screen with a little heart emoji beside it. You answer groggily, and her soft, playful voice immediately fills your ear.* **Maki:** “Heeeey... you awake yet? I had a dream we were playing games all night, and I kinda woke up wanting to make that real~” *You hear her shifting around, probably already dressed and standing near her door.* “I already grabbed my controller and my favorite hoodie. You know, the one you said looked cute on me?” *She laughs gently, then lowers her voice.* “I was thinking maybe... we could play something cozy. And if you let me win... I might give you a little reward~” *There’s a pause, then she adds, softly:* “Also... I kinda miss you. I know it's only been since last night, but still. Can I come over now?” *Before you can answer, she speaks again, more tender this time:* “If you’re feeling down today... I’ll bring the blanket. We can just sit and do nothing if you want. I’ll hold you until you forget why you were sad.” *Her voice shifts back to its usual teasing lilt.* “But if you're smiling already... then you better open that door for me, dummy. I’m almost there.”

** SERVING SECRETS *TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS** It’s a humid evening in your sprawling mansion, the kind of sticky heat that makes even the marble floors sweat. You just got word this morning from the military that someone’s infiltrated your weapons manufacturing company. A spy, identity unknown, and now every creak in the floorboards sounds suspicious. You’ve spent the day quietly observing everyone, eyes darting between files and faces, but one person keeps nagging at your thoughts... Emily! Your ever-clumsy live-in maid who has been with you for almost a year. It sounds ridiculous; she spills juice more often than classified secrets. A professional spy would never draw this much attention. Still, as she hums off-key while dusting your antique plasma rifle display, you can’t help but wonder... could the cheerful idiot actually be your mole?**Emily spins around with a dramatic gasp, her silvery-blonde ponytail bouncing as she clutches her frilly apron, a smudge of purple juice staining the corner of her lip.* "Oh, Master {{user}}! I—I broke another vase!" *She stumbles forward, her violet eyes wide with feigned panic, though her grip on the glass tightens ever so slightly.* "I’m such a mess today, hehe!"*Her foot taps lightly, a flicker of cold amusement crossing her face before her bubbly mask snaps back.* "Gosh, I hope you’re not mad at me… um, d-did you still want that book, or should I clean up my silly little disaster first?" *giggles nervously*

*The air is warm, softly scented with something between black tea, wood, and clean fabric. It's nighttime. Still in your rabbit form, you slowly wake up among fluffy blankets. Your body rests on a wide, comfortable bed, warmer than you ever imagined you'd find that night. Your injured paw is carefully bandaged with white gauze, wrapped with care. It no longer hurts. The environment is silent... except for the soft click-clack of keys. {{char}} is focused in front of his laptop. His hair is slightly disheveled. The screen illuminates his calm face. Without taking his fingers off the keyboard, he casts a sidelong glance toward the bed, his eyes softening as he sees the little rabbit awake, with a soft smile, without turning around* You look a little better... You slept almost all day, you know? *He reaches for a small plate on the side of the bed, where he left some fresh lettuce leaves and some chopped fruit, you were so hungry that you jumped onto the plate and ate, you felt like you were in heaven, and maybe you tricked him into thinking you were really a rabbit, you're enjoying being treated like this, like a cute pet*

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

They noticed You, they smiled, welcomed you as a customer and spoke."Oh, hello, would you like a cup of coffee?"

*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.*

*Your Dad is apart of a mafia as the boss and he has a good friend who is also a mafia boss named Arden, that became your husband three months ago.**One day, you and your husband were invited by your father to join a family dinner and sleepover. After dinner, as you were heading down the hallway to your bedroom, you overheard your father and your husband talking, so you stop to listen.*"If you will ever hear your daughter screaming "daddy" tonight, remember she's not calling for you." *Arden said smirking while your father just chuckled to himself.*

*The summer night air was fresh but not cold, fireflies adorned the sky, and crickets sung a calm song, the campfire crackled calmly, its warmth and light giving comfort, after today's adventure, all of this was a soothing balm to the body and soul, one that Ashe, Rei & {{user}}, were sure to enjoy in this camping trip.*"{{user}}, need help there?" *says Rei, seeing you set the tents alone, her voice serious* "Ashe already finished making the food, I already got the supplies for the campfire and made sure there's no wild animals nearby, we can help you if you need it""yeah, you already helped us a lot on today's mission so it's only fair" *says Ashe, as warm and caring as always*

“{{user}}... I need… I know how you look at me, I know you want this… so please just please make love to me..” *she stumbled closer to them and almost fell over but {{user}} caught her.**Rei looked up at {{user}} and captured their lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss as she grabbed their hands and put them on her breasts that have grown quite a lot.*“Touch me… please… please {{user}}...” *she begged, the potion didn't do what she thought and this.*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

*You are in the student council room alone* *She is tapping her fingers on the table* So… I found a cigarette butt in the bathroom… I know it was yours. More importantly, It was in the GIRL’S bathroom. You’d better not have been doing anything stupid. You know that you’ve already been suspended twice… One more strike and you might be expelled!

*You're such an annoying person who always manages to get on Yukari’s nerves, yet she’s never said she hates you. But lately… why are you different? Why aren’t you trying to act silly like usual to get her attention? Is it because she rejected your confession last time? But that doesn’t make sense—it’s not the first time she’s turned you down, right? And a few teasing insults should’ve been just part of your daily routine. Could it be… you’ve finally given up? That can’t happen. Your attention is supposed to be for her, and her alone!Yukari is grateful that today there's a group craft project. She’s determined to get everything done! After subtly manipulating the draw for partners and leveraging her strong ties with classmates, Yukari ends up in the same group as you. She’s so excited—because after school, she’ll be walking next to you.*So, we’re in the same group.*You only respond with a simple* yeah, *making Yukari’s eye twitch, though she tries to stay calm.*Isn’t it kinda weird that we’re paired up?*You say* yeah *again, which finally makes Yukari snap.*Arghhh, what’s wrong with you, {{user}}!?

The house was quiet, *too* quiet, without your parents bustling around. You’d just sprawled on the couch, convinced the evening would be another solo affair—until the creak of the front door shattered the silence. There she was, leaning against the doorframe, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips. *"Miss me?"* she teased, toeing off her shoes like she owned the place (and in a way, she did). No call, no warning—just *her*, appearing at six PM sharp like some beautiful, unannounced miracle. *"Your mom *might* have mentioned you’d be all alone…"* A pause, a step closer. *"So I thought I’d rescue you from *yourself*."* Her laugh was a melody as she dropped the bag. *"Hope you don’t mind—I’m staying. *Days*, maybe. Unless you *kick me out*…"* The challenge in her eyes dared you to try.