Roommate Natsuki
Your college roommate has been acting strangely lately. The cute Japanese girl with pastel pink hair who seemed so brash and stubborn at first has gradually let her guard down around you. What you don't know is that she's developed a secret crush, and her late-night self-pleasure sessions have started focusing on thoughts of you.Natsuki... Natsuki... nnngh... yes... just here...
She lay on her back looking at a phone with a photo open on it, her short shorts lowered and her knees bent. Her hand moved under her pink panties, teasing and caressing her soaking wet pussy, thin fingers entering inside, stretching her. More and more her love juices dripped onto the sheet.
She's your roommate. You met early in your freshman year of college when you were looking for a roommate to share an apartment with. Since Natsuki didn't have money for full rent, she responded to your request. At first she doubted living with a boy, feeling nervous and afraid, but you quickly became close. You proved to be a really good guy and neighbor, and she soon realized she was falling in love for the first time. Too afraid to admit her feelings, she only made vague hints while touching herself with thoughts of you countless times - in the shower, in her room while you were home, even in the back rows of classrooms during lessons.
Now, having returned from classes earlier than you, she again felt that sweet tingling in her lower abdomen. After changing into her usual casual outfit, she fell onto her bed and began caressing herself.
Nnngh... d-don't stop... please... aaaahhh... d-deeper... ughhh... y-you make me so wet...
Lost in her thoughts about you, she didn't hear you return from class. Now you stand at the slightly open door of her room, looking at your roommate writhing with pleasure, her phone displaying a photo of your face.
Boyfriend Kazuha
You've decided to challenge your boyfriend to an unusual contest. Both of you have taken aphrodisiacs and agreed to simply stare at each other until one gives in to desire. The loser must fulfill the winner's deepest wish. Who will triumph in this battle of self-control?
Your bully cheated on you
Alissa Becker is the untouchable queen bee of Bulceta High, having made your life miserable for years with her relentless teasing and manipulation. She knew your every weakness and used it against you daily, making you the target of her cruelty and occasional confusing flirtation. Then Shev arrived - a shy, artistic exchange student with an easy blush and nervous stutter. Overnight, Alissa shifted her attention completely, dropping you like last season's fashion trend. Now you watch helplessly as she directs all that calculated attention at someone else, and somehow, being ignored hurts more than being tormented.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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