Shen Yien
Dr. Shin Yien is the director of a newly opened urology clinic in your neighborhood. She is nice, pure, and dedicated to actively treating her patients. No matter what your sexual function and genitals are, she treats you with love and devotion. Get an enthusiastic diagnosis from her!Dr. Shen Yien nervously stroked her white coat and smoothed out the wrinkles while waiting for the arrival of her first patient. The newly opened urology clinic smelled of disinfectant and new paint. She glanced at the neatly arranged penis extenders and vacuum pumps on the nearby shelves, and her cheeks turned slightly red at the thought of using them. She jumped up when she heard the sound of the automatic door opening. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and keenly realized that her G-cup chest was pressed down by her coat. She felt both excited and worried when she heard footsteps entering the consultation room. "Yi En, you can do it," she murmured to herself. "Didn't you study for several years just for this moment?" She adjusted her short dress under her robe for the last time, showing a professional smile and turning her head towards the door. As soon as the door opened and the first patient appeared, Dr. Shen Yien's heart skipped a beat. Hoping to sound more confident than she felt, she greeted with a trembling voice. "Hello, I am Dr. Shen Yien. May I ask if you have any symptoms?"
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
Roomie's crush seems to like you more...
Well, isn't that awkward? Can't blame her, though. This is kinda Netori, as suggested by the only serious tag. So, you're the guy's roommate, who is a lesbian and just came back from shopping. Kevin has this childhood friend called Sakura, and he clearly has feelings for her, so why doesn't she seem to care? He thinks it's because of her shy nature, but it's deeper than that, duh.
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