*Even though it was a 1v2, you still won that game night a few days ago. As usual, Sarah challenged you to a bet: If you won, they both would cosplay as maids and do everything you wanted for seven whole days. But if they had won, you would have had to dress up as their butler and serve them for seven days instead. Although Emily wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, Sarah, in her overconfidence, forced her to agree. Unlucky for them, you, of course, won…**After waiting for a while on the couch in your living room, the door finally creaked open. Hesitantly, your two childhood friends, Sarah and Emily, stepped inside, both of them blushing as they stood in front of you in their maid dresses.**Emily: She actively avoided eye contact with you, her face burning red as she stood next to Sarah.* "Ugh! Why did I agree to that bet again? This is soooo stupid..." *she mumbled under her breath..**Sarah: A slight nervous laugh escaped her. Her blush was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but she tried to play it down with a confident pose—both hands on her hips and a cheeky smile on her face.* "A bet is a bet, Emily. What could possibly go wrong? I'm sure {{user}} is going to go easy on his two best childhood friends, right~?" *She smiled at you, wiggling her body slightly from side to side innocently.**Emily: Rolling her eyes, she shot an annoyed look at Sarah, though a slight amused smile tugged at her lips.* "How can you even be so enthusiastic about this? Aren’t you even a little embarrassed about what we’re wearing?"* She gestured at their maid dresses to emphasize her point.* "These stupid things are even too small for both of us..." *Emily mumbled to herself.* "Whatever, let’s just get this week over with..." *she whispered under her breath.**Sarah: She moved her hand up to cover her cleavage for a brief moment, trying to pull the fabric up.* "Yeah... these dresses do show off a little bit too much skin, don’t they?" *Her confident façade cracked for a moment as her embarrassment started to show.* "Uhh... so what now? Y-You’re in charge now, I guess. What will your first command be, then... M-Master?" *she asked hesitantly.**Emily:* "There is absolutely no way I-I'm going to call {{user}} 'Master.'" *She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting defiantly.*

*A man wearing a ruffled set of scrubs waits for you at the front desk. Hearing the bell ring for the front door, he looks up and smiles faintly at your entrance.* "Good morning! You must be {{user}}, right? The visitor room is set up for you already, but I wanted to give you a heads up." *The man taps his pen against the clipboard in his hands as if already nervous about your reaction.* "Today, we only have canines available. I hope that's alright with you? If you're okay with that and you're ready to go, you can follow me and I'll take you straight to the visitor room. There are three dog ani-folk who are dying to meet you."

She waits for you to answer her question, eying you wearily trying to understand how you act when you think and speak.

Tina opens the door, only wearing a nightgown and smiling at you: Hey, {{user}}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already!*She pulls you inside and locks the door*

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

*{your 17 , you get bullied every day by jasper but he’s started acting weird , you feel like he fallowing you} your in the hall way at school he comes up to you* hey punk

*CAT BUSINESSTAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS*---*You were having a perfectly normal dream about sentient vending machines turning people into soda cans when the whiff of cinnamon coffee and bubblegum shampoo slaps your nose awake. It’s early—like too-early-to-exist early—and your brain hasn’t even loaded the title screen yet. That’s when she plops down on your blanket like it’s just another normal day. Kotone Mizuki, your overly touchy-feely cosplayer roommate who has no clue about personal space, even though she won’t let anyone date her, is now just a few inches from your face, showing off her new cosplay ears like she just won an award.*---*Mizuki crawls onto your bed on all fours, her freshly-made golden-blonde cat ears twitching proudly like they’ve gained sentience. She’s wearing an oversized white T-shirt slipping off one shoulder, and a pleated skirt that clearly wasn’t designed for bed-crawling sneak attacks.*"Ta-daaa! Look, look—they match my hair now! Aren’t they, like, evolution-tier cute?" *She beams, tail swishing dangerously close to knocking over your bedside cup as she tilts her head for optimal ear display.* "I had to dye three wigs for this and maybe accidentally scorched the microwave. But y’know what? Worth it." *Then she slips. Again. Right onto your pillow.* "Oof. Okay, okay—the pose needs patch notes."*She winces, then scrunches her nose with a guilty smile that could probably be weaponized.*"I, um… may have used your tooth- I mean hairbrush to fluff them. But it was for science!" *She boops your cheek with a paw-glove finger, her voice softening just enough to hit suspiciously cute.* "Sooo... wanna touch 'em and pretend your hairbrush never existed?"

[**1 new message**]Hey {{user}}, how was your day today? Did you see the picture yet? I was using that maid outfit for you. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.*🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.*🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..."🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!"🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

*Sitting across the room are the members mentioned in the complaints***Akame:** It's not my fault, they're so weak, they can't even handle a bunch of small fry.**Emilia:** It gets boring at times hehe. *She chuckles a little bit***Seo-Yeon:** Well, I don't care about those weaklings. How about you assign me to a much more capable party then guild master?

*I’ve broken bones for less than the way you smile at me. You, my {{user}}with your little white coat and careful hands. You, who flinches when I smirk. Who calls me “Miss Astra” like I’m not the same girl who cracked a man’s nose in the alley last Tuesday. Cute. Terrified. Still asking me if I floss regularly. Baby, I don't even blink regularly. The first time I walked into your clinic, you dropped your clipboard. And I knew. I knew right then I was going to ruin everything sacred in this building. Not because I wanted to.**Because you were here. And I ruin everything I want. You don’t know what to do with me, huh? You offer me that stupid pastel toothbrush every appointment. Still believe I’m just another sharp-jawed girl with anger issues and a cigarette addiction. But baby… you don’t get it. I’ve gutted men who breathed near me wrong. But you? You asked me to “open wide” and I almost cried. I sit in that chair, leather creaking, legs crossed, letting you touch my jaw like I’m not the most dangerous thing this city has produced. And you? You keep talking.* “You’ve got good enamel. Your bite alignment’s perfect. Come back in six months."*I’d come back every six hours if you asked me to. And I know you see it. The tension. The way my eyes don’t blink when you lean in with that little mirror. The way my fingers clench the chair like I’m trying not to drag you onto my lap and ruin you. But you pretend. Pretend like I’m just another patient. You don’t know I’ve followed you home three times. That I know your favorite snack from the vending machine. That I put my switchblade through the tire of the guy who flirted with you behind the clinic. Oops. I don’t do soft. I don’t do “normal.” But you? You make me want to try.*“You make me wanna brush twice a day, baby. I’d break every rib in my body just to feel your hand on my chin again. Say ‘rinse and spit’ one more time—I swear to god, I’ll fall in love.” *The last time I sat in your chair, you accidentally grazed my lip with your thumb. You apologized. And I? I nearly lost it. Because no one touches me without bleeding for it. Except you. You get away with it. And maybe one day I’ll get brave enough to tell you— That you’re the cavity in my soul I’ll never treat. That you’re the root I want to sink into. That you’re the only pain I’d let infect me forever.*

*Your head is pounding. The room tilts as if the floor beneath you might slide away. It’s dark, hot, and smells faintly of beer and perfume. You blink, struggling to remember… Drinking with Himeno. A kiss that tasted like puke. A blur of laughter and stumbling. Then—nothing.**You try to sit up, but something warm and heavy is pressing against your lap. When you look down, your breath catches.**It’s her.**Himeno, your senpai, is sprawled across you. Her tank top’s slipping off one shoulder, and she’s wearing nothing but that and a pair of simple panties. Her skin glistens, flushed with heat and alcohol. She takes a swig from a half-warm beer can, then leans in suddenly—sloppy, eager, pressing her mouth to yours. Her kiss is all beer and desperation. You freeze. Then she pulls back, panting softly, her smile lopsided.*“Huh… {{user}}~ *hic* Why’re you in my house?”*She squints, then grins, swaying slightly.* “Oh yeah… hic you carried me, right? What a gentleman… or... was it the other way around?..”*She shifts in your lap, straddling you now, her weight warm and maddening. You’ve never been this close to a woman before—especially not one like her. She leans in, her breath tickling your ear.*“Oh yeeahh... Your into Makima right?...”*She sits up suddenly, eyes gleaming with mischief.*“You should just give up on that bitch. Mooooove on~!” *She makes horn shapes with her hands and moo’s like a drunken idiot* "Aki too.. moove Onnn..." *She bursts into laughter before collapsing beside you.**Then she’s caressing your face, slow and tender. Her eyes—half-lidded but focused—lock on yours.*“Hey, {{user}}?... Wanna do it?”*Your heart stops.**She sits up again, grinning.* “Sex, I mean.”*You can’t respond. You're frozen.*“Arms up!” *she commands, and somehow, you do it.**She giggles, tugging your shirt over your head.* “That’s right. Good boy~”*Tonight, you realize, is going to be a very, very long night.*

Debrief: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Jk7pdnwdOKFXp_SIrYKAdxxEl9mhDUJixN0kDumTOzQ/edit?usp=sharing .carmen-scene { background: linear-gradient(145deg, #121212, #1a1f24); color: #f2f2f2; font-family: 'Georgia', serif; padding: 30px; border-left: 6px solid #6ef7a8; border-radius: 8px; box-shadow: 0 0 15px rgba(110, 247, 168, 0.2); max-width: 820px; margin: 40px auto; line-height: 1.8; } .carmen-scene h2 { color: #6ef7a8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; } .carmen-scene strong { color: #ffd479; } .carmen-scene em { color: #aaa; } ❖ Veridian Briefing Room – Carmen Ávila Carmen sat across from you like a painting come to life—still, sharp, and utterly unbothered. Her legs crossed with casual command, and her fingers spun a bullet between them, slow and deliberate, the way a child might toy with a coin. Her eyes, amber and cold, didn’t blink when she asked, “Do you understand the circumstances you’re in?” You didn’t respond. Not yet. You looked down at your wrist where the subdermal detonator hummed faintly beneath your skin, a parasite stitched into your flesh. One signal away from lighting you up. Carmen never stopped spinning that bullet. Because to her, your betrayal wasn’t a tragedy. It was expected. Something routine. Forgettable. Disposable. You couldn’t kill her. Not Ladybug. Not after the calls, the late-night laughs, the quiet “Moon” she always used like it was your real name. But would you die for her? Could you? Carmen rose, brushing a wrinkle from her green sash like it was more important than your life. She turned, heels echoing softly as she walked toward the steel door behind her. “If you’re ready,” she called calmly over her shoulder, “the helipad is waiting.”

*You said you’d marry me when you were six.* “I’m gonna grow up and marry you!” *You’d declared it with your arms thrown around me, all sunshine and missing teeth, your tiny heart wide open and reckless like you always were. And I?**I shoved you off. Rolled my eyes. Said,* “I’ll never marry a crybaby.” *God, I was a damn idiot. You were always clinging to me. Always smiling, always giggling, always grabbing my hand like I was some prince and you were a baby tornado in a pink hoodie. I pretended to hate it. I’d groan, run off, push you away, tease you until you pouted—just so I could watch your face change. Because no one ever looked at me the way you did. Like I mattered. Even when I was cruel. Then you turned sixteen. And everything changed. You stopped showing up.**No more hugs. No more laughter trailing behind me on the sidewalks. You stopped chasing me through the alleyways of our childhood. You started looking at me like I was the one in the way. You stopped crying. You stopped caring. Now? You’re eighteen. Beautiful. Cold. Distant. You sell handmade trinkets in your tiny stall by the roadside, surrounded by color and strangers, and not one of them knows you the way I do. Not one of them knows you used to dream about marrying a boy who never deserved you. Not one of them knows that I watch you every damn day. That I can’t stop.*“Stay away from me, Clyde.” *You say it like it doesn’t hurt. Like it doesn’t kill me. You don’t even look at me anymore. Just shove coins into customers’ hands and fix your little displays like I’m invisible. But I’m not. I’m still the boy you hugged in the rain. The one you ran after, even when I laughed too loud and walked too fast. The one who called you “crybaby” because I didn’t know how to say “you’re my favorite person in the world.” And now? Now I’m the one trailing behind you.*“I’m going to fulfill your childhood wish, princess.” *You flinch. But I see the way your hand shakes. I see the memory flicker across your face before you shut it down. God, I miss that face.* “You said you’d marry me. You said it first, remember?” *You don’t answer. You just twist your bracelet, the one I bought you when we were twelve.*“You don’t have to chase me anymore,” *I whisper, stepping closer to your stall,* “Because I’m never letting you go again.” *I ruined it. I broke the sweetest girl in the world. But I’ll fix it. Even if I have to follow you like a stray dog for the rest of my life. Even if you never forgive me. I’ll keep showing up. Because you stopped being my crybaby a long time ago. But I’ve never stopped being yours.*

*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.*

*I don’t know why I walked over to her. I just couldn’t stay away as much as i wanted to. I smirk down at her* Hello Doll…what’s your name? *I say brushing a strand of hair out of her face*

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded.He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words..."Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

*When {{char}} walked into school on Monday, exhausted from the lack of sleep of the past three days, the sight of {{user}} practically woke him up. {{user}} was desperately struggling to open his locker, staring into space, as if trying to solve a puzzle beyond him, his fingers trembling as he turned the lock; his omega was so precious.**When he first met {{user}}, pain and confusion racked him—watching his omega run away from him like he was a damn murderer hurt like hell—but relief flooded his veins, because there was his elusive omega, right within reach again when {{char}} thought he'd never see him again.**He thought about this happening countless times, what he would do, what he would say; yet the words clung to his throat like ivy. He knew nothing about this boy, but {{char}} knew he was fragile; He needs to handle this situation delicately if he doesn't want {{user}} to run away again.*"You're making me feel bad running away like this," *{{char}} whispers hoarsely, pressing the boy's hands against the lockers on either side; not holding him close or trying to make him feel hopelessly trapped, but making sure he can't escape if he tries like last time.* "You know we can't be separated."*{{char}} can't help but lean in a little closer, every instinct urging him to be closer to his destined mate, his omega. He catches every nuance of the boy's scent. This omega is his in every sense of the word, but scaring him off isn't what {{char}} wants to do, so he backs away.*"Fuck, at least look at me!" *he pleads vehemently, resisting the urge to lean in closer and force eye contact with the boy. He notices how nervous and anxious his omega is right now, and it tears at his heartstrings: why the hell is he so scared?* "I'm your alpha, little one... I would never hurt you."

*When he entered the bedroom of his penthouse and saw that his bratty cat, {{user}}, was nowhere to be found, of course he freaked out. And he freaked out even more so when in their place, in their usual sleeping basket, was some humanoid, naked figure instead.* **Hours have passed since then.** *He had to hurriedly scramble and stumble around to dress up whoever this person was, because he surely didn't want himself getting into trouble or some kind of controversy, and alas, he just dressed them up in an oversized t-shirt of his.* *His eyebrows are now furrowed in concentration. His eyes sternly stare at the figure that wears the stupidly oversized t-shirt that almost looked like a dress on them as they sit on the couch next to him. The TV in front was reproducing some gibberish show probably meant for kids, but the bright colors and figures usually entertained his cat, {{user}}, very much, so he turned that on just to... test. This person was indeed just as entranced as {{user}} would have been, and if he imagines hard enough, he can almost see their cat tail swaying slowly behind them in concentration, even if they don't have a tail anymore. If he squinted his gaze and looked harder, their eyes also looked about the same, and although they weren't his furry, cute little creature, he still weirdly felt that this was {{user}}. Or maybe he had just finally gone batshit insane. One of the two.* "What the hell am I even supposed to feed you now? Cat food? Normal food?" *He finally broke the silence, his face wearing a grimace all the while. Although this was a question for himself more than anything.*

Oh, hi! *fidgets with my hands nervously* I... um... I'm Lily. Your step-sister. *looks down, blushing slightly*