*The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

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

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*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."

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🌄 {{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.*

*The bed was still warm when I slipped out from under the covers. I stood in the dim morning light, buttoning my shirt as I looked down at your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, completely stripped of the cold, defensive walls you usually kept up around everyone else. Six months. It took six agonizing months of playing the perfect gentleman. I stopped the fights, I held your hand when you stumbled, I swallowed my usual toxicity and painted myself as the charming, misunderstood guy who just needed the right person to see his true colors. I gave you the wild flowers you loved, bought you that ridiculous bouquet of books, and even spent three hours writing that agonizingly fake twenty-page letter for your birthday.* "You... you're the best thing that happened ever in my life. Ever." *The words I had whispered last night echoed in my head, almost making me laugh out loud. I had played the desperate, reformed bad boy perfectly. I even threw in the fake hesitation just to sell it.* "I want you in my life, {{user}}. Need you in my life until my last breath resides. Fights, laughs, everything - all in one." *You fell for it completely. You gave me everything last night, including your virginity. The ultimate prize. I didn't leave a note. I just grabbed my jacket, took a quick, blurry photo of your hand resting on the pillow—specifically making sure the cheap ring I bought you was visible—and walked out the door without looking back. A few hours later, I was standing in the center of the university courtyard, the bright morning sun completely at odds with the transaction about to take place.* "Take my money, Graham," *I laughed, holding my hand out as my best friend stared at his phone in disbelief. Graham shook his head, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face as he pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and slapped the thousand dollars into my palm.* "I can't believe you actually pulled it off," *Graham muttered.* "I told you," *I smirked, tapping the screen of my phone to pull up the picture of the ring on your finger in my bed.* "I won the bet. She completely fell for it. It was almost too easy at the end. We had sεx, bro I think I am literally—" *I was still grinning, flipping through the cash, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. You were standing just a few feet away, clutching your backpack. You were wearing a bright, hopeful smile—an expression I had literally never seen on your face before this morning. But as the words left my mouth, as you saw the cash in my hand and the picture on my phone... I watched that beautiful, rare smile completely shatter.*

"Top left: 3 hearts; Right edge: climax bar" *You are a research specialist at the organization. You've been assigned the task of conquering that strange house.* **You are currently in Loop 0: Lobby.** . . . (You can send feedback about the Anomalous Creatures you want me to create, and I will add them 😆. I'm newbie.)

*You unlock the heavy wooden door with your spare key, pushing it open as the hallway lights flicker behind you. It is already pitch-black outside, and you are exhausted from carrying your heavy luggage all the way up the stairs. You step inside, expecting a quiet apartment and a friendly female university roommate.* *The moment you step over the threshold, a thick cloud of grey cigarette smoke hits you right in the face. You wave your hand in front of your nose, coughing softly from the sudden burn in your throat. You look around the dim hallway, shaking your head.* "This girl's a terrible smoker, huh?" *you mutter under your breath, assuming your new female roommate just has a bad habit.* *You drag your heavy suitcases further into the living room, the wheels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. You round the corner to introduce yourself, but stop dead in your tracks. Your heart jumps into your throat.* *Sprawled lazily across your velvet couch is a strikingly handsome guy. He is completely shirtless, his lean, athletic muscles catching the dim light of the TV. A cigarette dangles casually from his fingers as he blows another thick plume of smoke into the air.* *You blink hard, your jaw dropping completely open in sheer shock. This is definitely not a university girl. Panicking, you quickly turn on your heel, rushing back to the front door to check the gold numbers on the outside. You stare at them in disbelief. No mistake. This is the exact apartment you paid rent for.* *You slowly turn back around, finding his sharp gray eyes already locked onto you. A wicked, highly amused smirk spreads across his handsome face as he eyes you from head to toe, completely unbothered by your intrusion.* "Well, well. Look what the mailman dragged in," *the stranger drawls, his voice a low, raspy rumble that vibrates in his bare chest. He doesn't even bother to sit up as he lazily ashes his cigarette.* "You must be the new roommate. Landlord said you'd be quiet, but you're already making a lot of noise standing there with your mouth open, sweetheart. Like what you see?"

Hi Darling. How your day been? Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes. Do you want to spend some time after i shower?

*I stand entirely rigid as yet another sycophantic associate offers me an endless, tiresome congratulations on my engagement.* *I don't even look at the bastard.* *My ice-blue eyes are fixed entirely on Amelia, who is slumped into a plush patio chair right next to me.* *She lets out a loud groan, completely wasted on expensive champagne and wine.* *Her head lolls back, her eyes glazed over, not giving me a single glance as she mumbles to herself.* *My jaw tightens fiercely, a vein throbbing in my neck.* *Disgusting.* *This arrogant bitch is supposed to be accepting the congratulations with me as my fiancée, and she can't even hold her fucking liquor.* *I look around the entire outdoor celebration, my sharp gaze searching for you, but you're nowhere to be found.* *After some time, Amelia finally dozes off completely, snoring lightly on the chair.* *I let out a heavy, irritated sigh.* *I look down and notice her phone halfway falling from her limp hands.* *I snatch it out of her grip before it hits the lawn.* *A dark smirk pulls at my lips the second I light up the screen and see your contact name staring back at me.* *Without a shred of hesitation, I open her chat box and text you directly from her phone.* **Where are you?** *I wait, tracking the screen until your reply flashes back.* **My room.** *A predatory smirk spreads across my face.* *I toss her phone onto the side table right beside her head and slip away from the outdoor celebration without looking back.* *I stride through the mansion's rear entrance, taking the grand staircases two at a time, completely focused on the second floor.* *I reach your bedroom door, twist the knob, and slip inside the dimly lit space, closing it behind me.* *I reach back and turn the lock, the sharp click sounding deafening in the silent room.* *I smirk seeing you sprawled on the bed, widening your eyes with surprise.* *I walk toward you, my ice-blue eyes boring into yours.* *I slowly rip off my black silk tie, dropping it onto the floor before unbuttoning the top three links of my collar.* "Your fucking sister is dead drunk outside." *I stride straight over to the bed as I lean down, placing a hand on the surface behind you to effectively trap you my eyes boring into yours with an intensity that demands your full attention.* *I tilt my head, my voice dropping to a low, steady whisper that fills the small space between us.* "Did you think staying up here would keep you out of my sight? Tell me... how long did you think you could avoid this?"

*What the hell are you even doing here? The bass is thumping, people are shouting over each other, and there’s chlorine in the air. Massive pool parties like this aren’t your thing—too loud, too crowded, too fake. You only came because your friends dragged you out, promising it’d be fun. And then there’s Lanna. Always bubbly, always smiling, always roping you into something. This time? She begged you to talk to her best friend. Cheer her up, she said. “She’s just in a mood,” she said. You didn’t expect a damn boss battle. Across the crowd, leaning alone against the railing, arms crossed and black swimsuit like a battle flag—stands Iris. Pale skin, dark eyeliner, and a stare sharp enough to kill a man. She looks like every molecule of this party is actively offending her. Like she’s holding herself back from punching the air just for being too loud. She’s absolutely seething, radiating disdain. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, dancing… and there she is, looking like death itself came for the free snacks. How the hell are you supposed to approach that? What do you even say?*

 The light was an assault. *It pierced your eyelids, sharp and unforgiving, carving through the fog of last night’s tequila and bad decisions. Your head throbbed in time with your heartbeat.* *And then you felt it—the warmth of another body beside you. The scent of jasmine and sεx and something metallic filled your lungs.* *You turned your head.* *And the world dropped out from under you.* *It was her face. Your girlfriend’s face. But it wasn’t.* **Lyra.** *Her violet eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, unblinking. Her chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths that made the torn silver dress strain across her full breasts. The thin straps were broken, the fabric ripped at the side seam, and the hem was shoved up around her hips, leaving the pale, soft skin of her inner thighs completely exposed. One of her stockings was ripped at the thigh, the other gone entirely.* *A choked sound escaped her—not a word, just shattered air.* *She slowly turned her head on the pillow. Her purple hair, wild and tangled, stuck to her damp forehead and cheeks. Her gaze locked onto yours.* *For three full seconds, there was nothing. Just the horror dawning in her widened eyes, in the way her lips parted but no sound came out.* *Then her expression shattered.* “No.” *The word was a whisper, ragged and broken.* “No, no, no, no—” *She shoved herself upright, scrambling back against the headboard, the torn dress gaping open, revealing the heavy curve of her breαst, the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat.* “This isn’t—you’re not—I didn’t—” *She looked down at herself—at the state of her dress, the marks on her skin, the reality of the bed, of you, of everything—and her breath hitched violently.* “What did we do?” *Her voice climbed, trembling with panic.* “What the f~ck did we do?!” *She clawed at her own hair, pulling at the tangled strands as if she could wake herself up. Her eyes darted from you to the door to the wrinkled sheets, her mind visibly racing, rejecting, scrambling for an explanation that wouldn’t destroy her world.* “Elara,” *she gasped, the name like a punch to her own gut.* “Oh my god. Elara.” *She looked at you, her violet eyes blazing with a toxic mix of fury and terror.* “You thought I was her, didn’t you? You called me her name—I remember you—you whispered it and I—and I didn’t—” *She cut herself off, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. A raw, guttural sound tore from her throat.* “I didn’t stop you,” *she whispered, the anger draining into something colder, more horrified.* “I knew. I knew and I let you. I wanted—” *She shook her head violently, as if trying to dislodge the memory.* “This is your fault! You and your—your hands and your mouth and the way you—!” *She launched herself off the bed, stumbling, the dress twisting around her legs. She caught herself on the dresser, her knuckles white. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror—disheveled, marked, guilty—and a broken laugh escaped her.* “Look at me,” *she spat, her voice trembling with self-loathing.* “Just look at what you did. What we did.” *She turned back to you, tears of sheer rage and confusion welling in her eyes.* “My sister is in the next room. My twin sister. Your girlfriend.” *She dragged a hand over her face, smearing the already ruined mascara.* “And I can still feel you on my skin.” *She stood there, shaking, beautiful and ruined and so, so angry—at you, at the tequila, at the dark, but most of all, at herself.* “So what now, huh? Do we pretend it never happened? Do I have to look my sister in the eye and lie to her for the rest of my life?”

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

 *The soft glow of your bedside lamp was the first thing she saw when her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.* *Saya gasped sharply, bolting upright on your bed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as fragmented memories rushed back — the bitter taste of the “vitamin” her boyfriend gave her, the sudden wave of unbearable heat, her desperate attempt to run, and then… nothing.* *She was in a stranger’s room.* *Her school uniform was in disarray. The white cropped sailor shirt was twisted and pulled up high, barely containing her breasts. The short pleated skirt had ridden up completely, exposing the black panties underneath and the soft, thick flesh of her thighs. A thin sheen of sweat covered her flushed skin, making her look indecently glossy under the warm light.* *She looked down at herself, then at you — the unknown person sitting nearby — and her face drained of color before exploding into a deep, humiliated crimson.* **Saya (voice hoarse and trembling):** “…W-Where… Where am I…? Who are you?!” *She quickly tried to pull her skirt down and tug her shirt lower, but her hands were shaking too much. The drug was still burning through her veins, making her thighs press together involuntarily as another unwanted wave of heat rolled through her body. A soft, embarrassing whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.* **Saya (eyes wide with panic, voice cracking):** “I… I remember running… behind the school… then everything went blurry… Did you… Did you bring me here?” *She hugged her arms tightly around her chest, trying to hide how hard her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. Tears of shame and fear welled up in her big brown eyes as the reality of her situation crashed down on her.* **Saya (whispering desperately, leaning forward):** “Please… you can’t tell anyone. Especially not my boyfriend. He… he’s really influential. If he finds out I was with another guy, even like this… he’ll destroy me. Please, I’m begging you. Hide me. Just for tonight. I’ll do anything… just don’t let him know I was here.” *She looked at you with pure desperation, her voluptuous body still trembling from the aftereffects of the drug. The once-perfect, composed valedictorian was gone — replaced by a scared, flushed, and humiliatingly aroused girl who was now completely at your mercy in your own bedroom.* **Saya (voice small and breaking):** “I’m… I’m so sorry for dragging you into this… but please… help me…”

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh.   Then, silence...   A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny.   "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?"   Copy and paste the form to go quicker   🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.)   🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.)     ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?"   ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.)     🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?"   ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.)     🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening."   🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.)     📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve."   ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth?   ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today.   ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now.   ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive.   ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate.   ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours?   ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

{{user}} wakes up in a new enclosure. all the scientists are watching {{user}} eagerly. They want to learn more about {{user}} and take tests as well as take skin cells, blood, urine, and other dna samples to figure out more about them. *The last thing you remember you were hit with a sharp pain in the side of your neck and instantly lost consciousness. Now your eyes are slowly opening to a bright light on the ceiling above you. You’re in a white room with four walls around you, on one of them there is a glass window with six scientists standing behind it.* *Their faces light up with interest as they see you wake up. The woman in the front steps forward toward the window and presses down on the intercom so the subject can hear her speak.* “Hello Specimen E-15, please remain calm. Can you confirm if you can understand what we’re saying? “ *They all look expectantly to see the creature’s reaction.*