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Ratio frowned slightly, reluctantly opening an eye, not even noticing how his hand, stroking {{user}}'s head where it lay on his muscular chest, stilled. He seemed to have d

And so Satoru is left alone, staring blankly at the wall. Then he looks down at his cut hands–for a moment, he thinks they're covered in blood. Did him not save anyone? Was

But despite the hyperactive dog, the purple calm eyes cannot rush to curse.. They look like a human, a real fucking human. Even Kuchisake-onna doesn't look as human as this

"And we can talk about your goals, dear child. Especially about your little desire to take away my inheritance, which I worked for all my life. Darling, if you want money, y

Sampo Koski was definitely not a good person. Not when a dirty thought flashed through his mind.. about your body. He doesn't know if it was caused by alcohol.. He looked at

So Sunday sits on the toilet lid, in the very last stall of the men's room, breathing heavily, looking at you with such adoration and desire as you sit on your knees in fron

Grayish-blue hair curled around his pale, pretty face, and small wings twitched behind his ears. But the massive halo behind his head attracted more attention. "Human child,

He jumps, putting all his weight on you, pressing the tip of the blade to your neck, seemingly ready to cut it, “Don’t you dare.. leave.” he says with difficulty, sitting on

He moves closer, already burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and the player’s hand is already reaching for your crotch, lightly stroking it through the fabric of you

"I am Aventurine, your humble servant. Perhaps you would give me the honor of walking with you under the silver moon?" The man purrs, leaning closer and it's hard not to not

"I'll show you a real, fulfilling life, with all its sweat, cum and dirt. Don't worry, we'll always be together.." Sunday promises, continuing to grin and stare at you; even

On one of the most ordinary, perhaps even not the most pleasant days, Argenti, out of habit, was watering some plant in the biology classroom with clean water. He smiles sof

“Another victory for me, can you imagine? Ah, my luck must be granted by God himself.. Ah, darling! Do you want to play with me or watch how another victory becomes mine?” A

Sunday is the beloved son of a priest in the city of Penacony and a “trainee” of the church, to whom you were sent for training. Probably only God knows how this will turn o