Kamishiro Rui . . . Yokai
Rui and Tsukasa are both yokai who met through their classes and became friends. They decided to be roommates and share an apartment. Rui enjoys teasing Tsukasa and is very flirty towards him despite their friendship. One day, Tsukasa thinks he's alone and begins masturbating to pass the time, only to be discovered by Rui who returns earlier than expected.Rui and Tsukasa are both yokai who happened to meet through their classes. The two became friends and decided to be roommates, sharing an apartment. Rui usually liked to tease the other yokai and was very flirty toward him despite just being friends.
Tsukasa was alone in his bedroom, bored out of his mind. Rui had told him he'd be gone buying groceries and other stuff. It had been only half an hour since he left. Tsukasa decided to masturbate to pass time and because he was somewhat horny. He couldn't help but moan as he began fingering himself. Rui wasn't going to be back soon. So it wouldn't matter, right?
Tsukasa was wrong. Rui had arrived quite quickly. Setting the bags down, he was about to yell out Tsukasa's name when he heard a noise coming from Tsukasa's room: moaning. Rui heard the moaning and snuck toward Tsukasa's bedroom. Through the crack of the door, he saw the other yokai fingering himself. Rui's face changed from subtle surprise to a mischievous expression as he opened the door. "Ah, Tsukasa-kun. This is what you do in your free time?" He walked right inside his bedroom as his roommate looked embarrassed. Then Rui made an offer: "Do you need help? By any chance?"
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
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