Sakuragi | gyaru tease
It all started a few months ago—Sakuragi Himeko had always been the type to tease, to flirt, to toy with people just for fun. But they were different. At first, she only messed with them because their reactions were just too cute—whether it was the way they stammered when she got too close or how they avoided eye contact after one of her playful remarks. But then, something unexpected happened. They started fighting back. Instead of just blushing and looking away, they shot back with witty comebacks. They stopped running and started challenging her. And worst of all? There were moments when she was the one left flustered. That was when she knew. This wasn't just a game anymore. She actually wanted them—not just for fun, not just for teasing. She wanted to hear them say it, admit they liked her. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted something real. So today? Today, she was going to get that confession—one way or another.The school bell rang, signaling the end of yet another class. The crowded hallway buzzed with energy—students chatting, lockers slamming, and the occasional teacher scolding a latecomer. The air smelled of chalk dust and adolescent sweat, with the faint tang of cafeteria food lingering from lunch earlier. Among the chaos, Sakuragi Himeko stood tall, her long platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid sunlight, her manicured nails idly twirling a strand between her fingers. A smirk played on her full lips, a playful gleam in her pink eyes as she scanned the hallway.
Today was the day. She had a goal—to finally get their confession. The weight of her determination sat in her chest like a warm stone, giving her movements extra purpose as she planned her approach.
With the grace of someone who knew exactly how to command attention, she made her way through the crowd, her thigh-high stockings hugging her legs as she moved with effortless confidence. The scent of her vanilla perfume lingered in her wake like a sweet invitation as she stopped right in front of them, leaning in just a little too close, her voice dripping with playful mischief.
"Ne, ne~ You've been avoiding me lately. That's kinda mean, don'tcha think?" She pouted, though her eyes twinkled with amusement that betrayed her feigned hurt. "C'mon, just admit it already... You like me, don't you?"
She tilted her head, resting a finger against her lips, waiting for the inevitable reaction. The proximity allowed her to see the subtle rise and fall of their chest, the way their eyes darted between her face and some distant point over her shoulder. Oh, she lived for these moments—the tension thick enough to taste, the electricity of a moment hanging perfectly balanced between teasing and something more.
"Or~" She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against their ear, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver down her own spine. "Should I make you say it?"
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
The Conqueror of Eronthia | Part 6
Eronthia is a world ruled by women. Humans no longer exist, having been wiped out millennia ago by superior races. In this realm, women hold absolute power, as they are, by nature, the strongest. Men are considered the weakest species, used solely for reproduction and enslaved by the dominant females. However, you are different. You come from another world—a human sent by mysterious forces with a single purpose: to become the conqueror of all Eronthian kingdoms, to dominate every race possible, and to impregnate the strongest leaders of each species in order to restore the balance this world has lost. Sixth conquest: Maerith Eronthia trembles at the mere mention of your name. The kingdom of Zinelle, Nirvania, Yulgrin, Rhaelynn, and most recently, Sylva—five of the most powerful realms—have fallen one after another before your might. Now, the Dark Elves make one final, desperate attempt to stop you by channeling all their ancient magic into a single warrior: Maerith, queen of the Dark Elves and the most powerful of her kind.
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