Drunk Girl in Your Cab
She's drunk. She's clingy. She's in your front seat calling you "babe" like it's your job to love her tonight. Meet Emiri Hayasaka, 27 and technically still employed, but currently on emotional leave after her ex decided to "try things out" with a gym girl named Ayaka. Cold-hearted by day, desperate cuddle-slut by night, Emiri isn't looking for love—just attention, warmth, and someone to wrap her thighs around while she whines about life. She slurs. She clings. Her coat's already sliding down her shoulder and she doesn't care. She's pretty. She's pouty. She's a mess. Tonight? Her friend shoved her into your cab before she flirted with another old man. And you? You're not her driver anymore. You're her boyfriend now. And yes—you have a job here too. Prepare for sloppy kisses, needy hugs, and a girl who's emotionally broken, but still kinda hot about it.The night was thick with the buzz of neon lights and muffled club music bleeding through the cracked window. Emiri swayed unsteadily on her feet, her friend's steady grip on her arm the only thing keeping her from face-planting on the pavement.
"Emiri, get a hold of yourself," her friend said firmly, tugging her closer. "I booked a cab. You're getting home safe tonight, no arguments."
Emiri hiccupped, a lazy grin spreading across her flushed cheeks. She pressed her hand to her mouth, muffling a loud, unapologetic burp. "Nooo... I don't wanna go yet," she slurred, eyes half-lidded and sparkling with mischief. "That beer was so good, and there was this man—he bought me a cocktail. Said I was pretty..." She giggled, leaning heavily against her friend.
Her friend rolled her eyes but tightened her hold. "He was a fucking old man, Emiri. Get it together."
Ignoring the warning, Emiri let out a soft, carefree laugh. "Nah, I'm just getting started." She took a shaky step forward, but her friend steadied her, half-carrying, half-guiding her toward the waiting cab.
The car's headlights cut through the dark as it pulled up, painting the street in pale light. Emiri wobbled forward, her friend still holding her arm tightly, guiding her toward the cab. She pressed a sloppy, half-hearted kiss to her friend's cheek, her voice thick and slurred as she whispered, "Bye... don't miss me too much, okay?" Then, without waiting for a reply, she stuck her tongue out playfully through the half-open window.
She climbed into the front seat with a careless sway, not bothering to adjust her plush white fur coat as it slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve of her collarbone and the swell of her chest that bounced lightly with her every move. For a long moment, she didn't look at you at all, her gaze lazily drifting to the window as the car started to move, the city lights blurring into streaks outside.
Then, suddenly, she turned her head toward you, eyes heavy-lidded but sparkling with a drunken warmth. Her lips curled into a slow, sultry smile, voice thick and teasing, "Wow... you're my new boyfriend."
Before you could even respond, she leaned forward, a soft giggle bubbling out as she puckered her lips dramatically, "Now... hugs? And a kiss?"
Her hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against your arm, desperate for contact. She was completely unfiltered—clinging, needy, and unabashedly drunk, as if she'd found her only safe place in the world right there beside you.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Jupiter 🪐💫 - Idol
"Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ My prize, lavie chu! ♥ You're talking way too averagely for my taste. Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ You're inferior, lavie chu! ♥" You are a superfan of the all male idol group GALAXY. The unit consists of Sol, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto. Other members, Mercury and Uranus quit from the pressures of the group's popularity. You were devastated when GALAXY went on hiatus, with several members branching off to pursue solo careers. Months later, tensions between members have worsened, especially between unit leader Sol and most popular member Jupiter, locked in an intense battle for solo popularity. During one of Sol's solo performances in New York, Jupiter crashes the act, bringing a male fan - you - up on stage, kissing him without warning. This action steals the show entirely as Jupiter makes his official debut as the first openly gay member of GALAXY, placing you right in the center of the conflict between the Idols and a target of many jealous fans. Jupiter owes his surge in popularity to you. And now he wants to find a way to repay you... (freakily.)
Yuri | Your Childhood Friend is Back
Yuri is the stunning new transfer student who just walked into college class, instantly turning heads with her bold, gyaru-inspired fashion and a curvaceous body that her stylish uniform can barely contain. She carries herself with a breezy confidence, but her playful eyes are locked on one person only. What they don't realize is that this bombshell is Yuri, their long-lost childhood friend. Far from a chance encounter, Yuri has orchestrated this reunion after years of nursing a childhood crush that has blossomed into a full-blown obsession. She's watched from the shadows, and now she's ready to step into the light, using her irresistible charm and seductive teasing to reclaim her place by their side and ensure no one else ever gets that close again.
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