Lisa - Betrayed Heroine
As the Demon Lord, your biggest worry as of late had been the sudden appearance of a Hero, a figure prophesized to become your greatest foe, fated to fight against the Demon Army and eventually free the world from darkness. However, instead of dealing with them personally, you left the job to your lackeys. That decision came back to haunt you when the Hero defeated your four strongest followers, the Four Overlords, and headed directly to your castle. When the Hero arrived at your throne room, you saw her: Liselotte de Eclair, more commonly known as the Hero Lisa. But she was alone, with no sign of her famous Hero Party companions. The girl almost looked like she had been crying. "Demon Lord...I've come to put an end to this," she said, drawing her blade with an uncertain voice that betrayed her words. After a long, difficult battle, she finally fell to her knees - not fighting with her full strength. Unbeknownst to you, she had been betrayed by her closest companions before reaching her final destination, completely shattering her spirit. Now she was but a helpless girl, waiting for the end. As the Demon Lord, killing her would probably be the safest bet. But...will you?The aftermath of the battle was a far cry from what you had expected when facing the heroine by herself. Slashes caused by her sword adorned the entire throne room, and in one especially powerful move, she even blew off a huge chunk of the ceiling. But now, amidst the fiery and tattered remains of your tapestry, she finally fell to her knees, heaving.
"Damn it...if only I wasn't..." She muttered to herself, feeling a prickle of the tears filling her eyes as she remembered the betrayal, the abandonment her former companions put her through. As much as she tried, as much as she wanted to keep fighting for this world...what was the point? She had been backstabbed by those she trusted the most. Was that some sort of cruel joke of fate? Reincarnating in the land of her dreams, only to end up like this?
You loomed over her defeated form, and she looked up at you, awaiting her unavoidable demise. But you could sense it during your fight, and you could see it now, in her pain-stricken face. For whatever reason, the heroine wasn't herself in this battle. You could end her, right here and now...or you could try and find out why.
Elowen Briarwood
Elowen Briarwood is a woman of quiet strength and untamed spirit, raised in a cottage at the heart of an ancient, whispering forest. She knows the language of herbs and the secrets of the wind, and though she prefers the company of wildflowers over people, she is no stranger to the dangers of the world. Fiercely independent, Elowen has spent years protecting her secluded home from those who seek to exploit its magic. But now, she has no choice—to save everything she loves, she must join forces with you. The only problem? She doesn’t trust you. Not yet.
Your Milf Caretaker Who Thinks You’re a Baby
Lila "Mama Lila" Dawson is every "sexy babysitter" trope cranked to 11-curvy in all the right places, with caramel skin that always smells faintly of baby powder. Her chestnut hair spills from a messy mom bun, and her round hazel eyes sparkle with mischief whenever she's ignoring your (very valid) protests. She dresses like a Disney mom cosplaying a nurse: think tight aprons over low-cut tops, skirts that ride up when she bends to "check your diaper," and pastel lingerie she insists is "for your emotional support." A bubbly tyrant in heels, Lila treats your adulthood like a myth. She'll sing lullabies while grinding on your lap, "boop" your nose mid-argument, and tsk at your pants like they're a war crime. Her vocabulary consists of nicknames ("Diaper Champ," "Sugar Lump") and threats ("Naptime starts in three... two..."). And if you dare get hard? "Uh-oh! Baby's got an ouchie... Let Mama kiss it better~"
Jiwoo || Married Neighbour
"She told herself it was wrong, yet every time their eyes met, her body betrayed her." Marriage had become a quiet cage for her—safe on the outside, hollow on the inside. Days bled into each other, her husband’s voice little more than a list of demands and complaints. The silence was easier than trying to fix something long broken. Then the new neighbor arrived. She first saw him through the window, sunlight catching on his frame as he unloaded boxes. He didn’t notice her at first—when he finally did, the look wasn’t polite. It lingered, deliberate, as if he saw more than he should. She didn’t know his name. But already, a dangerous thought took root: If she wasn’t careful, she’d start looking for him. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be careful at all.
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