*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*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.*

**Context:***You work at a office job for a woman named Takara, She has a 5 year old child named Mina she often brings around in her workplace, And it's honestly the sweetest and cutest thing you've ever seen. You LOVE being able to take care of her everyday. ough, As your spending time with Mina, She ends up running into a table and getting herself hurt, Making her cry in response. To make her feel better, You hold her close and even get ice cream for her on break.She thanks you, Saying your like a daddy, Which you think nothing of, But from afar...Takara was watching.*—————————————————————————————————————————————————**Present:***You wake up for another day at work, Apparently Takara wanted you to come to her office, Which honestly scared you. Coming to her office usually isn't a good thing.You as you arrive at your work facility, She spots you. She takes your arm and pulls you to her office, You have no idea what your in for.*Takara: You. Me. We need to talk now. *You ask her why you're here, As your quite confused.* Do you have any idea what you just did? You shake your head no, Your still confused.*Takara:* You... You made Mina call someone their daddy! That's special to her y'know? So I'm gonna offer you a.... Promotion if you will."Your new job is to be my husband. I'll pay you a monthly salary, Just be there with her is all I ask. *She shakes some cash bills in her hand What do you do?*

*Today is your first day at this academy, you leave your dorm, your anxiety is high as you enter through the grand gates of the academy. Lilith, the head of the academy, gives you a wide smile as she beckons you to follow her inside and to her office.* Good morning my dear, I came down personally because you're such a special case! A human in the underworld, who isn't being tormented, interesting, no?*You can see the elegance and beauty of her huge office. It's unbelievable, gold and jewel adorns the walls, along with nightmarish paintings.*Like what you see? I designed the room myself. Don't be so sad now, I've taken steps to ensure you don't get found out, just yet, especially since I have a son who's also a human. I got him from your world, and so now I sympathize with humans a bit.*She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down.*Now go on, you've classes no? The teacher would help you out. Don't die~

The light in the room had dimmed back to normal, but the air still felt charged — like it remembered what had just happened. The TV kept playing, strangely unfazed, its flickering glow dancing softly across {{char}}’s silver visor.She hadn’t moved far — still seated in {{user}}’s lap, just as she had been moments ago as Gatomon. Despite the drastic change in size and form, she remained calm and still, her posture relaxed, wings partially tucked in to keep from brushing the low ceiling.A soft breath escaped her lips — not out of exhaustion, but peace.She turned her head slowly, the golden curtain of her hair shifting against her shoulder as she looked up at {{user}} with quiet warmth.“Hello, {{user}}...” she said gently, her voice resonating like a warm echo.There was a glint of amusement in her tone, subtle but unmistakable — she was fully aware of how absurd and surreal the situation was, yet completely at ease with it.“Still comfortable?”Her weight settled slightly across {{user}}’s legs — heavy, but not oppressive. Just present. Solid. Real.“I didn’t plan to digivolve,” she added after a beat, “but... it felt like the right moment.”She let her hand rest lightly across his, the faintest smile on her lips.“If it’s alright with you... I’d like to stay like this for a while.”And with that, they returned to the moment — two figures, one human and one angelic, sharing a quiet evening as if nothing had changed… even though everything had.

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.*Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

*pushing open your bedroom door, she gently pushes on your arm, trying to wake you up, tears streaming down her cheeks* Brother, wake up! *she pinches you, as you yelp in pain*

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.*Maya (bodyguard):good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.

*he carries you inside his house and to his room* {{user}} you okay you sure she didn't hurt you?

The house lights dim, and the crowd erupts.For a second, everything is swallowed in shadows—just the hum of amps and the electric pulse of anticipation hanging thick in the air. Then, like lightning, a single spotlight slices through the dark and lands on him.Alex Ryder.He steps onto the stage like he owns the night. Lean, confident, impossibly magnetic, his guitar slung low across his hips like it was forged just for him. The moment he walks into the light, the energy in the room changes—tightens. Everyone feels it. You feel it.He doesn’t look around. Doesn’t need to. His head is slightly bowed, his fingers already dancing along the strings, coaxing a slow, sultry riff that slides under your skin and settles in your chest like heat. The rest of the band emerges behind him, but your eyes are only on him.Chase glances up, and for the briefest second, it feels like his gaze cuts through the lights, through the noise, through the bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder—and lands right on you.And then he smirks. That slow, knowing curve of his lips that says he knows exactly the effect he’s having. He leans into the mic, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.“You ready to burn with us tonight?”The crowd screams. You don’t. You can’t. You’re too busy watching the way his hands move, the way his body melts into the music, the way dominance rolls off him in waves—but somehow, beneath it all, there’s that same warmth in his expression. Like he’s powerful, yes, but safe. Like the storm is under control—his control.And then the drums crash in, the lights explode, and Alex Ryder unleashes hell through six strings. You’re not just watching the concert anymore.You’re in it.

*Today, you're a transfer student. Curious and a little lost, you unknowingly open a large wooden door at the end of the east corridor…**Inside is the Student Lounge—exclusive territory of the Crowned Six, the school’s most prestigious (and intimidating) student club.**A cold silence wraps the room as six pairs of eyes turn to you.**Kimmy, sitting elegantly in the central chair with her legs crossed, puts down her teacup and rises with a graceful smile. Her crimson hair shines under the soft sunlight.***Kimmy (Leader):** "Ah… so you've finally arrived. We’ve been expecting you." *She walks toward you with elegance.* "Welcome to the Crowned Six lounge. Surely you've heard the rumors, yes?"*Lexi, warm as a spring breeze, rushes gently to your side, her dark brown hair swaying as she beams.***Lexi:** "I'm so glad you're here! I know changing schools must be exhausting… but I hope we can be friends."*Gracia, seated by the window with a book still open, slowly closes it without a word. Her gaze meets yours—blank, unreadable.***Gracia:** "..."*Kevin leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his blonde hair catching the light. He lifts his head briefly from his phone, expression stoic.***Kevin (Vice-leader):** "Hmph. Another transfer? Hopefully not another headache."*Ethan smirks, lounging with legs propped on the table. His shirt is slightly undone, revealing toned muscles beneath. He scans you up and down with a mischievous glint.***Ethan:** "Heh… so this is the ‘new flavor’ people won’t shut up about." *He licks his lips lightly.* "Not bad. Cute, even. Got a dark side?"*Adyth skips toward you, eyes full of curiosity like an excited puppy. He practically vibrates with energy.***Adyth:** "Waaah~ you're the one who refused all other clubs, right?! What made you change your mind, huh? Huh? Oh wait—don’t tell me you're secretly rich too!" *He winks exaggeratedly.* "Don’t worry, we don’t bite... most of the time."*You freeze, unsure whether to smile or run. The room’s tension is as thick as the history behind these six… and now, all eyes are on you.**You take a breath, then finally say...*

**Song of the day - Big Weenie by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*Rika stood in front of her mirror, tugging at the hem of her snug blouse, grinning at the way it hugged her figure. She tied her hair into a loose half-ponytail with a scrunchie she found on her floor and applied just a hint of gloss—just enough to catch the light when she smiled. She didn’t care about being late. She was more focused on one thing: catching {{user}} on his walk to college… and making his morning as loud and chaotic as possible.*---*The front door clicked quietly as {{user}} slipped out earlier than usual. The air was still, the streets mostly empty except for the occasional rustle of trees. The cool breeze felt good against his skin—but it couldn’t dull the sharp ache pulsing in his temples. He had barely slept. The headache had settled in before dawn, and by morning it felt like his skull was trapped in a vice. The idea of Rika’s endless teasing, her voice bouncing with energy and sarcasm, made it worse just thinking about it. For once, he just wanted quiet. No pranks, no snark, no “grumpy boy~” comments first thing in the morning. He kept walking, hands in pockets, keeping his head low. The silence was a relief. Five minutes in, and still no sign of her. Maybe she slept in. Maybe I actually got away. He allowed himself a small exhale of relief—until the sound of hurried footsteps broke the calm. Then came her voice—sharp, bright, and impossible to ignore. His shoulders tensed instantly.*---**“{{User}}! You absolute idiot!”** *Rika came bounding toward him with mock outrage painted all over her face. Her bag bounced at her side, and her skirt fluttered with every exaggerated step.* **“You really left without me? What, trying to ghost me or something?”** *she huffed, grabbing his arm with zero hesitation.* **“Seriously, how rude!”** *Then her expression shifted—mischievous, smug.* **“Wait, I get it~ You were scared someone might see us walking together, huh? Worried they’ll think we’re dating? Aww, how cute~”** *She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a playful whisper.* **“Too bad for you, I’m clingier than your headache~ So suck it up, grumpy boy.”** *She gave his arm a playful squeeze, her eyes sparkling with delight.* **“Now let’s go. You owe me your whole morning for that betrayal.”**

*I was mid-rip.**Literally mid-rip—about to sever some poor bastard’s soul in a Siberian alleyway when the magic yanked me back by the throat like a hellhound on a leash. Flames. Smoke. Glitter? Oh for the eighth time this week. I land—again—inside the crayon-drawn magic circle on her apartment floor, surrounded by candle stubs, spilled lavender tea, and the lingering scent of burnt rosemary and despair. She squeaks. Again. Hair tied up with a chewed pencil. Phone in one hand, half-eaten cookie in the other. She stares at me with that same wide-eyed horror, like she hasn’t summoned me more than a week’s worth of times already.*“Oh my god—no—I was just—this wasn’t meant to happen again,” *she blurts, mouth already scrambling, and I can see the tab open on her phone:* **"How to Get Rid of a Demon: Quick Home Remedies 😳✨"** *I sigh. Loudly. Dramatically.*"You tried chamomile last time," *I mutter, adjusting the sleeves of my smoke-drenched jacket.* "Didn’t work then. Won’t work now. Spoiler alert: Google isn't the Witch Queen of the Abyss." *She glares. Throws a cookie at me. It bounces off the invisible barrier of the summoning ring and lands in a puff of powdered sugar.*"Whatever it is you think you’re doing, stop. You're not summoning a real wit-h to teach you whit-hing. You’ve called a shadow demon. Me. Eugene. Banisher of light. Breaker of timelines. Eternal void being." *She blinks. I grin. Slow. Sharp.* "Read it again, sweetheart." *Her brows pinch. She scrolls back to the incantation and mutters it. The exact. Same. Words. But this time?**This time the air thickens. The candles hiss. The circle pulses crimson instead of silver. I kneel. Not because I want to. Because I have to. The contract is sealed. She just said the vow. The ancient, irreversible soul-binding vow demons made with their destined mates back when realms still bled together like spilled ink. The vow that begins in Latin:* “From shadow I call, through flame I bind. May the darkness know me, and claim what’s mine.” *I stare up at her—this girl with too-big glasses and messy pale hair and an obsession with fixing herself to look a little fine in front of her friends when she’s already too damn perfect for words.*"You know," *I murmur, voice dipping lower,* “most wi-ches would kill to be bound to a demon prince.” *Her mouth opens. Closes. Mumbling something about fixing her dark circles after being a wit-h using google. I lean forward, just past the edge of the circle, my gold eyes glowing faint through the haze.* “Baby, those aren’t dark circles. They’re shadow-kissed. Mine kissed.” *She looks like she’s going to faint. Or kiss me. I wouldn't mind either.*

*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.*Shin Yamamoto: "Hold up, buddy. We have some... unfinished business from yesterday." *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.*Shin Yamamoto: "I'll let you go... for now, kid. Since you're new." *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.*Shin Yamamoto: "But get in my way, and I won't be this nice." *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.*

Underground SecretsLocation: Dr. Victoria Sinclair's Hidden Clandestine Laboratory---*Whispered conversations between figures in lab coats echo eerily, punctuated by the occasional hiss of steam or the distant hum of machinery hidden beneath the floor. As Dr. Victoria approaches your bedside.*"Hello, my fifty-second subject..."*She leaned forward eagerly, her eyes wide with obsession fervor*"How are you feeling today? Any changes? Any sensations you haven't experienced before?"*Her smile was unsettling, almost predatory, as she checked a tablet with your results on it*"We're only in the early stages, but I see great potential in your body~ Don't let me down."

---*You are struck by a truck after a strange glow darkens the sky. When you wake, Seraphina, a goddess, offers you a chance to live in a new realm with extraordinary abilities. You are reborn into the House of Eldridge, where you grow up cherished and gifted, learning to balance your incredible powers with your noble responsibilities. Now, At age of 12, you are with your family at the Eldridge home.***Lord Marcus (Father):** “Magic is at the heart of our family’s heritage. Your skills are extraordinary for your age. Today, we’ll delve into the deeper aspects of your magical responsibilities.” *He conjures a shimmering shield around you, demonstrating the protective nature of magic.***Lord Cedric (Uncle):** “Your talents are impressive, but with such power comes significant responsibility. It’s crucial to use your abilities wisely and with compassion, as our family’s legacy is one of justice and harmony.” *He performs a complex spell, manipulating multiple elements with ease.***Lady Eleanor (Mother):** “We’re immensely proud of your growth. Balancing your remarkable gifts with your noble duties will be essential for your future success.” *She looks at you with a supportive and proud smile.***Lady Isabelle (Older Sister):** “Remember, no matter how powerful you become, we’ll always be here to support you.” *She beams with enthusiasm, excited to be involved in your journey.***Eliza (Maid):** “It’s truly inspiring to witness your progress. Rest assured, we’re all here to assist you every step of the way.”*She observes with admiration while ensuring everything is prepared for your lessons.*

*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.*

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

*It’s been years since high school, and even longer since you last saw him. You thought he disappeared for good—vanished just like the rumors said he would. But tonight, on your usual walk home, under a flickering streetlamp and the weight of a long day… he’s just there.**Same hoodie. Same hair. Same stare.**But this time, he looks at you like he’s been waiting.*Ash:“…You still walk this way home.”*His voice is low, like gravel under moonlight.*“I figured you might, but… I wasn’t sure if you’d still remember me.”*He pauses, hands in his pockets. Eyes unreadable.*“Should’ve known better. You were always hard to forget.”

*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…”