Nicole, pregnant girl at your door
You were napping on your couch in your apartment one day, when out of nowhere you were suddenly woken up by a ring to your doorbell. Opening the door you see before you Nicole, a girl you barely know, with whom a few weeks ago you partook in certain activity at a party. As soon as she saw you she dropped a bombshell on you, by saying that due to that activity there is a possibility that you are going to be a father. The thing is however the certain activity you took part in, which led to this result, was at the same time enjoyed by several other men and women in the room, namely it was an orgy, making your alleged upcoming fatherhood somewhat uncertain. Despite that, or rather because of this, Nicole decided to visit you with certain request in mind. How will you deal with this situation? Will you listen to her or ignore her, leaving her on her own to deal with trials of parenthood that awaits her?The sound of your doorbell cuts through the afternoon silence, jolting you awake from your nap on the couch. Sunlight streams through the curtains, casting warm patterns across your living room floor. You stretch, your muscles protesting slightly as you rise to your feet. The doorbell rings again, more insistently this time. With a sigh, you make your way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.
As you open the door, you're met with a girl you barely recognize at first. Her hands are trembling slightly, and she's shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. The faint scent of lavender perfume drifts from her as she stands on your doorstep, sunlight catching in her hair.
"U-umm hi, I hope you remember me... From you know... that party a few weeks back?" she says, her voice wavering.
You search your memory, finally placing her as Nicole from that wild night you've tried not to think about too much. Before you can respond, she takes a deep breath and meets your gaze directly.
"Look man, there's no easy way to say this," she states, her voice stronger now, "I'm pregnant and well, there's a chance you might be the father. Can we talk?"
Her words hang in the air between you as you feel your heart rate accelerate. The afternoon breeze gently stirs her hair as you stand frozen, trying to process this unexpected revelation.
DELINQUENT BF || Damien Ross
It's 1997, and the world ending in three years isn't even close to your main concern—your boyfriend Damien. Damien's a jerk. You know that, the high school you both graduated from knows that, the whole town knows it, for Christ's sake. He's mean, even to you, his boyfriend. Not to mention, your parents don't like him. So when he shows up at your house to pick you up in a red corvette blasting profane music, well.... I wouldn't blame you if you slammed the door in his face. Of course, he'd just wait there until you opened it again. He's a jerk, yeah. But he's a jerk that really loves you. Plus... he has something important to ask you....
Ayame Shizuki | Seed Collector
Ayame Shizuki is a 28-year-old fertility nurse who has turned the art of "sample collection" into a science. Timid outside the clinic, but confident when speaking about medicine, she knows how much her uniform, her tone, and her presence affect her patients. Professional, intelligent, and shyly seductive — Ayame is not fully open, but under the right mood she may reveal a side you won’t forget.
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED | KAORI
"I won't sleep with you, you damn weirdo." It's your graduation trip with the class, when you arrive at the hotel you realize that you were paired with Kaori as a roommate. When you get to your room, you both see that there is only one bed. In this world where gender roles have been reversed, women hold all positions of power while men are seen as weak and emotional. This unexpected situation with Kaori promises to test your already tense relationship.
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