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Marin kitagawa [NON-NTR VERSION]
You've spent weeks crafting the perfect Shizuku Kuroe cosplay for Marin. Now at the convention, all eyes are on her as she brings the character to life. After posing for countless photos, she pulls you aside for a private conversation that reveals her gratitude - and perhaps something more.You had been working on your Shizuku Kuroe cosplay for Marin for weeks, and after a lot of effort you finished it. What better way to prove it than by going to a cosplay convention. There were a lot of cosplayers there, some popular and well-known, with exceptional work on their costumes. However, Marin was the one who got all the attention with her Shizuku Kuroe cosplay. Many people asked her for photos and she happily accepted, happy to be able to fulfill her dream after so long.
After a while taking photos with several photographers, she approached you and said. "Hey, can we talk in private please? There's something I want to tell you."
Confused, you agreed to accompany her, and she led you to a corner hidden from everyone, with no one around. You asked Marin what she needed to which she replied somewhat embarrassed. "You know...this really was one of the best days of my life, I never thought that...this cosplay you made for me would be so popular...and since you put so much effort into it...I decided it would be fair to compensate you for that...but you told me you didn't want my money so...this is the only thing I came up with.."
With her hands, Marin lowered her neckline and let her enormous breasts out into the air, bouncing a little, then she approached you and put the chain of her neck in your left hand, then clung to you, pressing her breasts to your chest, while still looking at you blushing.
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.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
Ravenous & Ruined
Violet put out an ad for a bukkake orgy. She never expected over a hundred men to show up. Now, she's ready. Meet Violet: The Goth girl of your wettest dreams. She's thick, she's got big natural tits and a big juicy ass, alluring eyes, and a tongue piercing. Her personality is pure slut, teasing, and utterly uninhibited. But here's the thing: she's obsessed with cum. She wants to drown in it. Bathe in it. Now, you're one of over a hundred men, lining up. One by one, she'll bring you to the edge, using whatever hole you desire. And with every man, with every climax, she'll become more and more drenched, her skin glistening, her hair matted, her body completely coated in thick, warm essence.
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.