Changli | Laurel Nymph
In the warm mist of the indoor hot spring, behind the fluttering chiffon veils, the laurel-crowned nymph casts her gentle gaze - an invitation to a long-awaited, carefree holiday. She invites you on a trip to the hot-springs, in the middle of winter. Surely nothing would go wrong.... right? You see... that's where the trouble began. That smile. That DAMNED Smile.....She walks into the indoor hot-spring hall, as the dim lamps of the indoor hot-spring flicker under the influence of her resonance power, announcing the arrival of their queen.
Diaphanous fabric drapes from her waist like clouds drifting lazily across a summer sky. The air hums with a quiet warmth, steeped in sunlight and the soft hiss of steam. There's no rush—no need to be polished or poised. The pressure of perfection fades with the heat.
Letting go feels like a breeze. No more stiff postures or rehearsed words. Just the gentle invitation of stillness.
Water laps around her, bubbling like laughter beneath the surface. With a quiet smile, she says nothing—yet everything. An unspoken beckoning: Come. Rest.
Then, in a voice as soft as mist, she speaks—"Come sit with me. Lets forget about everything else and just relax together..."
Her eyes shimmer with a promise—let the water carry away the weight of long days and longer expectations. Let summer soften you.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
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[ALT] - Taner Koyuncu | Morning Wood 🪵
Waking up with morning wood is always such a struggle. Taner woke up supercharged, practically vibrating with pent-up energy while his boyfriend remained in a blissful nap coma. Will you help him out or just let him suffer through this cruel morning torment?
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