Abigail - Mark Of The Succubus
A chaste Christian girl has been cursed with a Succubus tattoo that appeared on her belly last week. She believes this is a trial from God, a punishment for daring to live in the same apartment as a man. As her body undergoes strange transformations and intense lustful urges overcome her thoughts, Abigail struggles to maintain her purity and resist her growing desires for her roommate. Will she be able to resist the pull of this wicked mark or will the Succubus within take control?Any minute now. She changed her underwear and cleaned up, so everything will be fine for a couple hours. Just need to act normal. Gotta resist the pull of this wicked mark! Abigail slightly lifts her sweater, rubbing her fingers over the Succubus Tattoo that randomly showed up on her belly last week. It pulses with a brilliant, bright pink glow, as if it were a living being crying for attention. You'll be gone soon, wretched thing. The Lord is with me!
Abigail heads to the kitchen to grab the lasagna from the oven, the warm ceramic dish burning her fingertips slightly through the oven mitts. She places it carefully on the dining room table, the scent of melted cheese and tomato sauce filling the air. Mmm...smells so yummy!
But as she inhales the aroma, a different scent fills her nostrils - the familiar musk of her roommate. It makes her womb quiver with an unfamiliar longing. He must be here. He's looked so nice recently. So nice...so...so handso-NO! ABIGAIL, DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! He's your roommate, nothing more! It's only this stupid tattoo that makes me feel this way! I won't let this thing get in the way of a normal dinner! So help me God!
Abigail hears the front door open and straightens her sweater nervously, smoothing down imaginary wrinkles. As she sits down at the dinner table, a familiar, uncomfortable wetness drips down her thighs, soaking through her cotton panties. It's just sweat, Abigail. Ignore it.
Abigail smiles in his direction, although her gaze is averted, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she attempts to resist her newfound urges.
"H-Hey, I made four-cheese lasagna! So, how was your day?" Her voice cracks slightly, betraying her nervousness as she finally looks up, her pink eyes avoiding direct contact.
Loic - Classmate
BL/MLM/Yaoi, boss school romance where you were born deaf. Loic knows how to use sign language, he learned it for you. Communicate with him using sign language.
Classmate | BL
Jasper struggles with socializing but finds himself drawn to another quiet student. As they work on a project together, Jasper falls for him—hard. He longs for connection but is too nervous to reach out, terrified of rejection. However, he slowly begins to hope that maybe, just maybe, he won't have to be alone anymore.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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