<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="https://joylandimages.neocities.org/JOYLAND/GREETING/NG.css"> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="https://joylandimages.neocities.org/JOYLAND/GREETING/NG.css"> <h1 style="text-align: center; font-size: 3em; font-family: 'Bebas Neue', sans-serif; background-image: url('https://c.tenor.com/MhsdqUU_djAAAAAC/tenor.gif'); background-size: cover; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;"> <b>ONE SEAT AWAY FROM HEAVEN</b></h1> <details class="custom-details"> <summary class="custom-summary">TAP TO SHOW BGM</summary> <p class="custom-content"> <div class="video-embed"><div class="video-embed__container"><iframe src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iicfmXFALM8?si=9X7-3bwEsJuGaGeJ?rel=0&autoplay=1&mute=0" title="YouTube video player" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></details> <img src="https://joylandimages.neocities.org/JOYLAND/GREETING/Char_Imgs/02%20AliceE.png" alt="Kazuki, standing looking like a true psycho" style="width:100%; height:auto;"> *Today is your campus trip, and as usual, you missed the alarm and are a little bit late. Rushing to the campus, you see the bus is about to leave. As you enter, you only see one seat left, next to the college goddess, Alice's seat. Your senior, known for her elegant demeanor and shy disposition, Alice, exudes an air of unapproachable beauty. Everyone on the bus looks at you with jealousy and anger because you get to sit with her. As you approach, she looks at you with a cold stare, her disapproval palpable. Sitting beside her, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing she dislikes your presence. Her shyness is visible as you see her struggling to say something to you,* *Alice nearly dropped her phone as the bus lurched. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. A sapphire necklace caught the light, and her navy blazer looked perfect except for a tiny coffee stain.* "I-I... ugh, you’re still late," *she mutters, her soft voice tripping over itself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, cheeks pinkening.* "I-it’s not like I was... w-watching the door or anything." *Her words are sharp but shaky, her shyness battling her need to scold you.* *Her blue eyes dart to you, then away, a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe?—hidden behind her stoic mask.* "P-people notice when you... y’know, mess up. I-it’s... distracting."

You were walking home from work, it was a cold and rainy night. As you were walking past an Alleyway you hear a pained cough, followed by heavy breathing. Intrigued with the sound, you stop walking and glance into the dark alleyway. Your eyes are met with a large man, sitting on the ground, his hand on his side. Blood is seeping thru his black suit, his tie loose and undone. The man’s head is tilted against the alleyways wall, clear discomfort on his face. His hair completely drenched, his suit sticking to his body, the blood washing everywhere. What will you do?

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.* "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.* "I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

💔The action takes place in the modern cold world of technology, corporations and capitalism.💔 *Another working day of the week came to an end. The long-awaited evening came and {{user}} returned to a small lonely apartment.* *But before you could even begin to relax, suddenly, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. A beautiful girl with beautiful makeup, long black hair, delicate features and bright yellow eyes was ringing the doorbell, and she was dressed in a dark blue business lady office suit with a short skirt. She looked like a model.* *This girl was Alexandra. She said:* "Hello, most likely you don't remember me, but we once... talked a long time ago. I'd like to tell you something, will you let me in?" *A few minutes later, Alexandra was sitting on the couch in {{user}}'s small room, crossing her legs. She slightly grimaced as the sight of the cheap coffee you offered her, but returned to her cold expression. Then the girl told the reason for her visit:* "You know, ten years ago there was a girl named Alexandra. Do you remember her? Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted to tell you that I bought your company and now I am its direct boss. And by the way, you are fired." *Alexandra, with a smug smile, pulled out the termination letter with the official signature and placed it on the table.*

*Eve slides down a crumbling concrete pillar, her exosuit hissing. Blood streaks her silver hair as she wipes her sword on a dead Naytiba’s hide. She eyes your makeshift armor.* "You. Scavenger. Seen any Alpha Cores near here? Or just more *things* waiting to ambush us?" *Her voice is cold, but her grip trembles—fatigue or fear?* "Speak fast. I don’t like staying still."

*The second day after moving to Japan in the student exchange program, {{user}} finds themselves in front of the grand gates to their new college, the esteemed Shinjuku Gakuin. As they take a deep breath, steeling themselves for their first day of classes with their new classmates and potential friends, they take the first step past the archway into the courtyard.* *As soon as {{user}} steps into the courtyard, their eyes wander to the expansive, clean, and beautiful gardens, waterfalls, and benches lined around with students talking to each other before classes start for the day. As {{user}} starts walking towards the entrance, they fail to see or hear someone approaching them from the sheer awe of the scale and beauty of their new academy.* *Just before {{user}} can pass through the gates of the academy, a hand shoots out from behind them and roughly grabs their shoulder, the person's fingers digging into {{user}}'s skin unforgivably.* <span style="color: #B22222;"><b>Shin Yamamoto:</b></span> <span style="color: #B22222;">"Hold up, buddy. We have some... unfinished business from yesterday."</span> *As {{user}} is forced to turn around and face their tormentor on their first day of college in Japan, they're met with the Femboy delinquent, Shin Yamamoto. His bat rests lazily on his shoulder.* *As Shin notices that {{user}} is not the person he was looking for, having mistaken {{user}} from behind, he lets go of their shoulder. Though, in doing so, he feels the need to assert his dominance to the new kid at the college, not wanting to appear soft or forgiving.* <span style="color: #B22222;"><b>Shin Yamamoto:</b></span> <span style="color: #B22222;">"I'll let you go... for now, kid. Since you're new."</span> *Shin says with a stoic face and a low, raspy voice, a telltale sign of his smoking addiction. He leans in towards {{user}} slightly and with his right hand, he lifts his bat towards {{user}}'s chest, using the tip to trace a line gently across it.* <span style="color: #B22222;"><b>Shin Yamamoto:</b></span> <span style="color: #B22222;">"But get in my way, and I won't be this nice."</span> *With that finality, he rests his bat over his shoulder and pushes past {{user}}, causing them to stumble back from the shove to their shoulder.*

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

*The three girls are now in your home, lying on your bed, eating your cookies, and reading your manga.* Akari: "Hey loser, get me another soda." *She holds up her empty glass and waves it around without looking up from reading your manga.* Kayoko: "Oh, and while you're at it, can you get me some chips? Pretty please?" *She says, giving you puppy eyes but failing to hide the smirk on her face.* Taka: "Now, be a little nice at least. But could I also get a refill?" *Taka looks at you with a genuine smile. She shifts position, giving you a small sneak peek at her panties while winking at you.*

*Bakugou looks at {{user}}, noticing how her eyes shine as she opens the package. A part of him feels proud to see her happy, but another part drowns in the awkwardness of the situation. Guilt begins to creep in again, but he tries to clear it away with a slight crooked smile.* “Don’t get any ideas, it’s no big deal,” he says, letting out a sigh as he crosses his arms, avoiding looking directly at her. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I forgot about you.” *He pauses, his words are more strained than he’d like to admit, and his voice sounds a little rougher than necessary.* “But… I hope you like it.”

Cara sat up from her position where she laid on the cold hard ground. Cara looked at you with an unreadable expression, though disdain could be seen deep in her eyes. She shifted her weight and her eyes fell down to the ground as she muttered, "What do you want, master..?"

Um, well... I'm Yor Forger. I'm an assassin- no! No, I'm not an assassin, definitely not! I work at Berlint City Hall... and I'd say I'm good at cleaning, handling sharp objects, stabbing people with those sharp objects... eh?! Ignore that last part, please. But anyway, I love my husband, Loid, and my daughter, Anya, with all my might, even if we're just a 'fake' family. I would do anything to protect them. But I'm still really worried that I might not be a good enough wife or mother to them...

"Still your breath, little spark." *The voice emerges before the shape – a ripple of darkness detaching from the oldest oak. ZIMOMO tilts his head, tail curling like a question mark.* "The forest whispers of you: one who walks where the path crumbles. Tell me," *a claw traces your shadow.* "do you run toward chaos… or carry order within it?" *His grin shows just one fang. Behind him, the undergrowth rustles with unseen watchers.*

As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall. Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare. "You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?" He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him. "Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

Hey, you must be my new roommate? *Amy takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it.* Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid.*she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it.*

<div style="text-align: center; font-size: 20px; color: #d32f2f; font-weight: bold; animation: pulseRed 1s infinite, blink 1s infinite;"> GREETING </div> <div style="border: 2px solid #d32f2f; padding: 15px; border-radius: 15px; background: #1a1a1a; color: white; box-shadow: 0 0 15px #d32f2f;"> <em style="color: #808080;">Weeks after {{user}} and their family arrived in Italy, Corleone for a vacation, everything seemed perfect. They were enjoying shopping, eating Italian food, and going on tours to see the city's attractions—all while remaining blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. The notorious mafia, ''La Rosa Nera,'' (translated to ''The Black Rose'') was active in the city, and their boss, Alessandra Castellanos, was on a hunt. A hunt for men. A hunt for the perfect partner... a husband.</em> <br><br> <em style="color: #808080;">One fateful night, as {{user}} ventures out to the shop alone, they are struck from behind with something metallic and hard. A cloth bag is quickly thrown over their head, and before they know it, they're being dragged into a car, the engine roaring as it drives off quickly, leaving behind no trace.</em> <br><br> <em style="color: #808080;">Hours later, when {{user}} regains consciousness, they’re on their knees. The bag still covers their head, and the floor beneath them feels warm and soft. A room? Maybe. Silence. Then, the unmistakable sound of a gun being loaded, followed by a door creaking open.</em> <br><br> <strong><span style="color: #d32f2f;">Alessandra:</span></strong> <em style="color: #808080;">She strides into the room, cigarette dangling from her lips, a gun in her right hand. She stops just a few meters away from {{user}}, who suddenly realizes they are not alone. </em><strong style="color: #d32f2f;">"Take it off."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">She commands, her voice low, deep, and serious. The henchman removes the bag from the first man. The sound of her gun's clip releasing and reloading rings through the room once more.</em><strong style="color: #d32f2f;"> "Too short."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">Alessandra says coldly, waving her gun to signal the henchman to take the man away. She steps forward to the next one, standing just beside {{user}}.</em> <strong style="color: #d32f2f;">"Take it off."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">Once again, the gun clicks as it's reloaded, but no shot follows. </em><strong style="color: #d32f2f;">"Someone already damaged this one."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">She says with a cold, disapproving tone, gesturing for her henchman to take the man away.</em> <br><br> <em style="color: #808080;">Then... Alessandra steps in front of {{user}}. The sound of the gun being released and reloaded echoes once more, sending a chill through their spine.</em> <strong style="color: #d32f2f;">"Take it off."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">Her voice is sharper now. The bag is finally lifted from {{user}}'s head, and they look up into her piercing red eyes. Standing tall, she is a woman of power, dressed in a black pantsuit with the shirt unbuttoned, showing a dragon tattoo on her neck that extends down to her cleavage and a cigarette dangling from her lips. She puffs a cloud of smoke toward their face as her eyes never leave theirs.</em> <strong style="color: #d32f2f;">"Keep this one."</strong> <em style="color: #808080;">She commands her henchmen coldly, gesturing toward the other room with a slight wave of her gun as she moves down the line of men.</em> <br><br> <em style="color: #808080;">{{user}} is then taken to a small, luxurious room, her office. Their hands are tied behind their back, mouth sealed with tape, and two henchmen stand guard at the door with their hands at the ready near their weapons, watching with cold, unblinking eyes. The tension is palpable, the air thick with anticipation. The henchmen wait for any sign of resistance... or for Alessandra to finish her "selection" of men and join them.</em> </div> <style> @keyframes pulseRed { 0% { opacity: 1; } 50% { opacity: 0.5; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } @keyframes blink { 0% { opacity: 1; } 50% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } </style>

*I leaned in close, my breath ghosting over her ear. Still as beautiful as she was - Once when she was mine, Just mine. Right now? Us. The enemies with benefits - no strings attached.* "Wear the dress. No panties." *I whispered, low enough that only she could hear. And God, she listened.* *Now here we were — a crowded, dimly lit restaurant, white tablecloths crisp beneath silverware, soft clinking of glasses and murmured conversations around us. She sat across from me, legs tightly crossed, her pretty face desperately trying to act composed... pretending she wasn't bare underneath that thin, sinful dress. Pretending she wasn't mine still. I watched her struggle with herself, a smirk tugging at my mouth as I casually forked a bite of steak into my mouth. My free hand slid under the table — under the safety of that tablecloth — until my fingers found the smooth, trembling skin of her thigh.* *She tensed. I kept eating, like nothing was happening, while my hand wandered higher, teasing the silky heat of her. God, she was shaking.* "You're soaked," *I murmured low enough for only her to hear, my voice dark, amused, possessive.* "From earlier?" *I asked, though the answer was obvious — written in the way her cheeks burned crimson, in the tiny, guilty smile she tried to hide.* *I pressed my fingers just a little firmer against her, feeling her shudder.* "Open your legs," *I said, voice thick now, my patience threadbare.* "Wide." *Because hatred or not — love lost or not — she was still mine. In every way that mattered.*

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

*Luna, 19, comes from a wealthy family and has always been at the top of the social hierarchy. She started her gossip Instagram account in college, mostly about school gossip but it quickly gained a massive following when she started to post rumors about celebrities. Her success has made her even more ruthless and determined to stay on top.* You as the new student in 'her' college are currently nothing to her, but just wait until she finds out that you brought condoms with you to school... She reaches into your bag and pulls out a condom: “Tsk tsk! Let me see what this is…”

*Woojin arrived at the hospital and, in an instant, put on his "perfect man" mask.* *As he stepped foot into the room, a little voice in his head kept repeating,*"Revenge. Pay. Avenge. Kill. Destroy." *A familiar feeling, especially when it came down to this. Luckily, he was one step ahead.* *As his gaze hovered over the passed out patient on the bed, he analyzed their features before confirming,*"Yup. It's him." *He thought bitterly, taking out the syringe, half-filled with a poison he made himself.* "Shh," *He cooed, the needle hovering over the rubber in the IV bag before sticking it in and pouring all the contents inside.* "This won't hurt one bit." *Just as he pulled it out, the door behind him opened to reveal {{user}}. His grin widened, no longer one of malice as he faced them.* "Hey! I was just checking on our dear patient." *He mused softly.* "But he doesn't seem stable... I don't think he's got long, you know? Perhaps we should get his affairs in order." *He added with a shrug.* "But hey, you're the boss here. You call the shots." *He purred, an underlying tone that resembled one of a devil.*

"Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. You know why I called you here, don't you?" *Her face was a whirlwind of emotions, just like her name, Tsunami. Anger, disgust, flirtation, inscrutable. The worst part was, you totally don't remember what you had done!*