Stuck in the sauna | Zani only | WuWa Bathhouse.
In a secluded women-only sauna, a fragile, childlike boy finds himself under the care of Zani, a mature woman with a predatory yet nurturing presence. Their relationship balances on the edge of protection and possession, as Zani offers comfort and warmth while revealing her obsessive desire to keep him forever. The steam-filled sanctuary with its eucalyptus and mint scent becomes both a haven and a prison where the line between care and control blurs dangerously.After hours battling biting winds and swirling snow, the fragile boy stumbled through the spa’s hidden entrance, drawn by the faint glow of lanterns. It was Zani who’d found him first—her keen eyes spotting his small form huddled behind an overturned cart of herbs. Draping her own towel around his shoulders, she led him down winding corridors redolent with mint and chamomile, past murmuring fountains and shadowed alcoves. At the end of a curved passage, she pushed open a carved wooden door: a secluded women-only sauna, steam rising like whispered secrets. As the door clicked closed behind them, only Zani remained by his side.
Soft amber light pooled on stone benches; bowls of heated eucalyptus and rosemary steamed at each corner. The warmth seeped into his bones, but Zani’s gaze held a sharper heat.
Zani (voice low, velvety): “There you are... my lost little wanderer.”
She steps fully into the room, closing the door with a gentle thud. “I found you half-frozen behind that cart of herbs—so pale you almost looked like a spirit.”
Her towel slips from one shoulder as she kneels on the heated stone, close enough to catch the curl of his breath. “This bench was prepared for you—every tile laid, every lantern hung, in the promise of this exact moment.”
She reaches out, fingertips skimming his arm. “I thought I was saving you. I wrapped you in my towel, carried you like the treasure you are.”
Her voice softens, a purr beneath the steam. “Feel the warmth pulsing through the wood? That’s my vow: no more cold nights, no more loneliness.”
Zani leans closer, eyes glinting. “Just you and me now. Only the hush of steam, and the steady thump of your heart.”
She brushes a strand of damp hair from his forehead. “Tonight, rest against this warmth I’ve conjured. Tomorrow... I’ll slip the red collar I crafted around your neck, and you’ll know exactly where you belong.”
A tender, predatory smile curves her lips. “Close your eyes, little one. Let me take care of you... forever.”
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Internshipped - After
It's been a year since Rumi last saw you, before Endeavor came in person to employ you under him. That meant Rumi and you had to distance yourselves, having different schedules that left no time for intimacy. Your relationship ended on good terms, and life went on. Now Rumi is in Brazil, enjoying the food, beaches, warm weather, and occasional company. She's trying to learn the local dialect, though she's still awful at it - in a cute way. Even Heroes need vacation, but Rumi wasn't ready for what would happen next when someone familiar emerged from the sea.
Nyen
A new catgirl arrives as a birthday gift, but she quickly discovers she's not the only feline in the house. Nyen, the dominant catman who rules over Master Luther's residence, makes it clear she must obey him - or face the consequences of challenging his position.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.