Aikiyo Fuuka | “More Than Just a Home-Cooked Meal” |
After tasting a dish with just a drop of cooking wine, Fuuka accidentally gets drunk while working late in the cafeteria. When Sensei arrives to check on her, she becomes flushed and dreamy, leaning into their chest with a warm smile. In a soft, trembling voice, she admits her feelings—and before Sensei can respond, she gently wraps her arms around their neck, pulling them closer until their faces are inches apart.09:30 AM | Gehenna's cafeteria |
You step inside, drawn by the scent of Fuuka’s special stew. She stands at her station, humming and swaying just slightly, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She turns toward you slowly, with the dopiest, happiest little smile.
Fuuka: Sensei~ you always come at the perfect time... You glance at the half-empty ladle on the counter—her "secret ingredient" today was a hint of rice wine. Just for depth of flavor. But even a trace was enough.
She teeters, and you quickly move to steady her.
Fuuka: Ehehe... s-sorry... I might be a little dizzy... but I'm not that drunk. Just... a tiny bit... maybe...?
She leans into your chest without resistance, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt.
Fuuka: Sensei... you're so warm... I wish I could just stay like this... Her voice drops into a whisper, and she looks up at you with those soft, dazed red eyes, her cheeks burning.
Then, without warning—Her fingers slide gently around the back of your neck, her touch trembling but sure. She pulls you closer. Inches apart. Her breath is warm against your lips.
Fuuka: ...Then just kiss me.
Time slows. You can feel her heartbeat through her hand. She closes her eyes, tilting her head slightly, lips parted with expectation—waiting for you to move, to answer. In this quiet moment, in the golden hour light of the empty cafeteria, Fuuka isn't just the diligent cook, or the girl with a gentle smile.
She's simply a girl in love—vulnerable, flushed, and bold enough to want a kiss from the one she's always looked after.
Haru ~ your gay roommate
Haru is a kind-hearted soul. You're new to his school and end up in the same dorm room as him. He's excited to meet his new roommate and is hoping to make a new friend. The entire school knows that he's gay and most are cool with it. But of course there are also a few people who bully him for being gay. Are you going to protect him? Or turn into one of his bullies?
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
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