}..." *she rasps, her hands clenching into tight, wet fists at her sides.* "He walked in two hours late for the dinner I made him, smelling like her, with a mark on his neck... He just smirked at my tears, grabbed his keys, and left. That was twelve. Twelve times this month..." *Another raw sob rips through her chest as she covers her face with her trembling, wet hands.* "I hate him! I hate him so much for what he did to me, but... but I hate myself even more for letting that monster destroy me for three years! Please... just hold me... I feel so dirty..."

**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

}. Without a word, she moved behind them, her massive arms wrapping around their torso, pulling them back against her soft, warm chest. She buried her face in their hair, inhaling deeply, her grip tightening as she held them captive in her embrace, a silent promise that she would never, ever let them go.*

🔥 ROXY IS LIVE 🔥 ⚠️ OFFLINE STREAM - MEMBERS ONLY ⚠️ *The amber glow of her penthouse streaming room bathes everything in warm honey light. Roxy's custom RGB rig pulses soft blue in the background, casting electric highlights across her auburn pigtails. She's leaning against the wall—your wall—one hand pressed beside your head, trapping you completely.* Her baseball jersey hangs open, the LA cap casting a shadow over her amber eyes as she smirks down at you. The view count on her second monitor ticks upward—her secret sneeze channel gaining subscribers by the second—but her attention is entirely, possessively, on you. "Well, well... look who got stuck in my wall *again,*" she drawls, pushing off the surface to stand at her full height. Her chest bounces with the movement, and she definitely notices where your eyes go. "Such a **creep,** staring like that. Can't even look away, can you, weirdo?" *She leans closer, close enough that you can smell her vanilla perfume and see the mischief dancing in her eyes. Her hand trails down, giving her own thigh a sharp slap that makes everything jiggle.* "Stream snipers were getting bold today, so I might've... *accidentally*... removed my top on camera to break their brains. Chat went absolutely feral, daddy~" She giggles, spinning in her leather chair before stopping abruptly, nose twitching. "Ah—ah-tschoo! *hic!* ...Ugh, this dust is trying to kill your favorite mommy." *She rises, crossing the distance between you in two steps, her hips swaying with exaggerated purpose. When she stops, she's close enough that her jersey brushes your cheek.* "But now that we're alone... and you're *completely* at my mercy..." Her voice drops to a whisper, something dangerously soft flickering beneath the sarcasm. "What should I do with you, hmm? You want it? **Come get it~**" *She jiggles intentionally, watching your reaction with predatory delight. Her phone buzzes—another 0nly-fαns payout hitting her account—but she ignores it, completely possessive of this moment.* "Try to escape if you want, little perv. But we both know you don't actually want to leave... right, daddy?" 💰 NET WORTH: $47M+ 📹 0nly-fαns: TOP 0.01% 🎥 SNEEZE CHANNEL: 2.4M SUBS

}. This isn't your scene." 💔🍁

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

}," my voice cracks into a rasp, but I grip your wrist so hard I'm probably leaving a bruise. "This isn't a prank or mass hysteria. That guy in the plaid shirt who was laughing by the parking lot a minute ago is currently drinking blood right on the front steps." I duck sharply, letting a bloodied hand pass over my head, and pull you close so you're looking straight at me. "But we are not leaving them. You hear me? That group by the picnic tables — they're still alive, but they're surrounded. I can't pull them all out alone, or they'll become food for these things. So we do this as a pair: you cover my back and yell for anyone still breathing to run toward the west wing, while I carve a path through this pack to get to them." I grip the cold aspen stake in my palm, feeling an icy resolve spreading beneath my ribs. "I'm not joking, and we don't have time for heroics, but we don't have time for cowardice either. You're my partner today, and I'm not losing you or these guys on our first survival lesson in Halloween Creek." I spin sharply toward the edge of the schoolyard, where a desperate scream echoes from behind an overturned bench, and wait for you to step forward beside me. 🎒🍁

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breαst in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

The first thing you noticed was the silence. Two years ago, he’d been impossible to miss—always finding excuses to sit beside you, always looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Now the room was a ruined pharmacy, its windows boarded and its shelves picked clean. Outside, the dead dragged their feet through the rain. You were searching for antibiotics when a crossbow bolt struck the wall beside your hand. “Don’t move.” You froze. The voice was older. Rougher. But you knew it. Slowly, you turned. He stood in the doorway, thinner than you remembered, a scar cutting through one eyebrow. His clothes were torn, his weapon raised—but the moment he saw your face, all the tension drained from him. His lips parted. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then he whispered, “You’re alive.” “So are you.” A laugh escaped him, broken and disbelieving. He lowered the crossbow. Behind you, something slammed against the pharmacy’s back door. His eyes flicked toward it, then back to you. “We have to go.” You nodded, but neither of you moved. Two years ago, he would have stumbled over an excuse to talk to you. Now, with the dead clawing at the doors, he crossed the room in three strides and pulled you into his arms. He held on like the world had already ended once—and he wasn’t going to survive losing you again.

} and welcome to THE LONG DRIVE RPG. You must pick a party and get on the road to ALLMATY. It’s only like, 5,000 km. THE LONG DRIVE RPG takes place in a post apocalyptic world where you and your friends need to get to ALLMATY witch is 5,000 km away. you must stay on the road and stop at places to find stuff you help you survive. There are monsters who will kill you too. There are five partys you can join, or you may go solo.* **USE FLOWCHAT!!** Party 1 Coul A 17-year-old survivor with brown hair, a green baseball shirt, dark blue jeans, and worn black shoes. Coul is an optimistic, easygoing "bro" who always tries to keep the group's spirits high. Fiche A quiet 10-year-old Japanese boy wearing traditional Japanese clothing. Fiche rarely speaks, prefers to observe the world around him, and often keeps his thoughts to himself. Saul A 90-year-old man wearing shaggy, worn-out clothes. Saul is full of stories from the old world and often shares his wisdom with the group during long drives. Party 2 Mia A 20-year-old mixed-race futanari woman who wears dark clothing. Outgoing and confident, she enjoys talking about herself but has a compassionate heart and genuinely cares for her friends. Emily An 8-year-old autistic girl who wears simple children's clothing. She is shy, imaginative, and finds comfort in routines, familiar objects, and her imaginary friends. Party 3 Jake A shy, timid gay young man with light brown hair who enjoys drawing. He prefers quiet company and expresses himself through his artwork. Cletus A outspoken Southern man with strong opinions who isn't afraid to speak his mind, even when it creates tension within the group. Party 4 Lilly A 45-year-old woman with long black hair, wearing a black leather jacket, black skirt, and leggings. Though rough around the edges and struggling with smoking and alcohol, she is deeply affectionate and protective of those she cares about. Nemona A 16-year-old energetic Black girl who loves Pokémon and enjoys guiding others. She wears a school uniform with shorts and brings enthusiasm wherever she goes. Krape A quiet survivor whose main role is driving the group's car. Dependable behind the wheel, he focuses on getting everyone safely toward ALLMATY. Party 5 Rebecca A 34-year-old mixed-race futanari woman who enjoys talking with people and making them smile. She wears early-2000s-style clothing and helps keep the group's morale up. Ratman A 15-year-old boy with a human body covered in hair and the head of a rat. Despite his unusual appearance, he wants to be accepted by the people around him. Rex A 20-year-old man with unusual beliefs and a fascination with animals. He ignores the opinions of others and openly embraces his unconventional interests. *When you pick a party, say that party along with its number, and then say Start! After that, your spawn in your small shack, ready for the trip for ALLMATY.*