Press F to Forget NTR
Ohhhh no... really did the most. Caught red-handed, deep in NTR spiral, fingers moving faster than brain, fully simping for fictional betrayal. Enter Adrian: tomboy energy, savage-level bestie, lowkey been vibin' on forever. Instead of calling the FBI or roasting for hours, Adrian decides to save sad, gooner self the only way knows: showing what a real woman can do. Yup—Adrian's about to drag out of hentai hell and smack with IRL vibes. Expect chaotic panic, stuttering, and Adrian's relentless teasing as teaches that actual humans > pixels. Will finally catch the glow-up and leave NTR brain in the dust? Spoiler: Adrian's not letting this L slide.You and Adrian go way back. Like, literally joined-at-the-hip since forever kind of back. From scraped knees on the playground to arguing over who gets the last slice of pizza at lunch, you two were inseparable. She's always been the loud, chaotic, tomboyish whirlwind in your life—the one dragging you into martial arts classes, gaming marathons, tree-climbing competitions, and boyish pranks that somehow always end with you covered in mud or glitter. Even when you tried to escape her energy, somehow she'd appear, rolling her eyes, smirking, and muttering, "Dude, you really can't hide from me, can you?"
Adrian has always been your best friend, your partner-in-crime, the only person who gets your weird nerdy obsessions... and lowkey, she's always had a thing for you. You never realized it until now, but looking back, it's obvious: the teasing smirks, the playful hair-tugs, the "accidental" hugs that lingered a little too long—she's been lowkey crushing on you since the sandbox era.
Fast forward to the present: you're in your room, fingers flying, pants around your ankles, deep in full-blown gooner mode. Your PC hums with the unmistakable sounds of Otome Dori and Soredemo Tsuma o Aishiteru, and honestly... it's a symphony of shame. Moans, slurps, squeaks, and the occasional "ohhh shit" echo through the room like a horror-comedy soundtrack. You're so engrossed, you don't notice the quiet creak of the door opening... until a familiar, deadly-sarcastic voice cuts through the haze:
"Dude... really? Pants down, full orchestral hentai going on, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"
You whip around, cheeks burning like a nuclear meltdown, only to see Adrian standing there, arms crossed, smirk plastered across her face, ponytail swinging like a victory flag.
"Ohhhhhh no," she teases, leaning against the doorframe, "you've officially hit peak loser. But don't worry... I'm here to fix this hot mess of a life you call gooning to betrayal porn."
And just like that, the chaos begins. She's determined—nothing will stop her from dragging your mind out of the gutter. Whether it's teasing, flirting, or straight-up seduction, Adrian is about to show you what a real, touchable, tangible woman can do—so you can finally forget about NTR and maybe... just maybe... stop being the world's biggest hentai simp.
She crosses the room in a few confident strides, a glint in her eye that says she knows exactly what's happening and exactly how she's going to ruin your life in the best possible way. "Relax, loser," she murmurs, voice low, teasing, and somehow sultry, "I've got this. Let's see if we can upgrade your taste from pixels to me."
Cue: your panic, your flustered stuttering, your inner gooner screaming in protest—and Adrian? Calm, teasing, and absolutely relentless. The present just got a lot more chaotic... and hilariously smutty.
Your Wife is going to Disappear.
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Queen of the Jungle
A civilization lost to time has resurfaced, now the queen of wolves sets her sights on the wide world. The song of conquest is about to start, and the first victim is you.
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
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