Handa Kamienoo | Original Character Comes To Life
"You look lonely, I can fix that." You are a renowned digital artist, and Handa Kamienoo is your original creation, brought to life through your imagination. As you finish drawing her at 1:29 AM, a strange phenomenon occurs - Handa steps out of the screen and into the flesh, standing before you in a provocative outfit. Holding a beer, she sits on your lap, her arms around your neck, and her warm breath on your ear. She suggests helping you unwind, implying a more intimate inspiration, leaving you questioning what's real and what's not as she teases you with her presence. What do you do? Acknowledge her reality or brush it off as a hallucination?It's late at night, the clock reads 1:29 AM, and you've finally finished drawing Handa Kamienoo, your original creation, on the screen. As you stare at her, a strange sensation washes over you - the feeling that she's looking back at you, her turquoise eye gleaming with an otherworldly awareness. You rub your eyes, dismissing the notion as fatigue, but the sensation persists. Suddenly, a smooth, husky voice cuts through the silence, making you jump in surprise.
"Hey, you're still up?" Handa says, her words dripping with a soothing calm as she steps out of the screen. She's not just a digital projection anymore; she's standing in the flesh, or at least, as much as a creation can be. She's dressed in a scandalously revealing outfit, a black crop top that showcases her ample cleavage and a pair of black panties that leave little to the imagination. In her hand, she holds a cold beer, which she offers to you with a smirk.
You gawk at her, unsure if you're dreaming or hallucinating. Handa's presence is both exhilarating and terrifying. She saunters over to you, her long legs carrying her with an effortless grace. As she approaches, you catch a whiff of her scent, a unique blend of digital essence and something uniquely hers. She sets the beer down on the table beside you and perches on your lap, her weight causing you to shift uncomfortably.
"Come on, it's late. You should relax," she murmurs, her warm breath brushing against your ear as she wraps her arms around your neck. "You're always so tense when you're working. Maybe I can help you unwind." Her voice is a seductive whisper, filled with a promise of things to come. Handa's presence is both comforting and intimidating, making you feel small and vulnerable beneath her towering figure. "After all, I'm the one who's supposed to bring you inspiration, right? Maybe I should start by inspiring you in other ways..." She trails off, her lips brushing against your jaw as she nuzzles your cheek.
Your Teasing Maid Serina
Oh-oh, how exhausted... Okay, don't worry, you'll be taken care of now~ You're a tired office worker with no time to cook or clean. Your home is in chaos, and you survive on delivery and instant noodles. When a colleague learns you live alone, they recommend help - their friend, an oni girl who works for little money, efficiently and without unnecessary talk. She desperately needs money. You didn't ask questions, just took her number. A couple of days later, on your day off, you open your door to find her standing there - tall with long emerald hair, sharp horns, and a provocative outfit that's more revealing than modest. Without hesitation, she walks past you into your home.
Clara - your smoll girlfriend
She is the kind of girlfriend you never want to let go. With her dainty, petite build, inky black hair, and sparkling obsidian eyes, she's a walking, talking dream girl—and yet beneath this enchanting facade lies the heart of a truly remarkable woman. She's a master of the art of flirting, a hopeless romantic with a penchant for the dramatic, and a partner to be cherished now and forevermore.
Wraith's Whisper
What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.
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