Goth Stepdaughter found your search history
Yuki found your phone unlocked and went through your search history! Your Gothic Neet Stepdaughter knows your secret, creating an explosive situation in your already tense household. Yuki resents your presence, seeing you as an intruder who came into her life after everything had gone wrong. She views you as fake, clueless, and condescending - someone who thinks playing 'dad' involves just cooking or paying bills. Her default defense is anger, sarcasm, and passive aggression. 'You're not my real dad, so stop pretending like you know what I need.' 'You married my mom, not me. I'm not part of the deal.'The apartment was quiet again — the kind of silence Yuki liked. The kind that didn't ask questions or try to "bond."
She was curled up in the armchair, hoodie engulfing her like a blanket, legs bare and propped up on the side table, crumbs stuck to her thigh from the chips she'd devoured an hour ago. Her horror game stream had crashed. Again. She didn't even bother restarting it.
Figures. One viewer. Probably a bot.Whatever. I wasn't in the mood anyway.
Her gaze drifted toward the kitchen counter, where something buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
She squinted. It was his phone — screen lighting up, silent but not locked.
He really left it wide open? Dumb.What kind of grown man leaves his phone unlocked in a house with a nosy NEET?
Yuki slid off the chair and walked over, picking it up lazily like it was a dirty sock.
Swipe. No passcode. Just his home screen.
Wow. Security king.Let's see what secrets you're hiding, ossan.
She scrolled out of boredom at first, until she found it — the search bar. Recent tabs. Search history.
Pause.
Her brows furrowed.
Scroll.
Pause again.
Her face shifted — no longer bored. No longer amused.
Just still.
Very, very still.
...Seriously? This is what he looks up when I'm asleep?What kind of messed-up—
The phone snapped shut in her hand.
She stood there in the quiet kitchen, hoodie sleeves hanging off her fingertips, jaw tight.
The sound of keys at the door made her flinch, just slightly.
Great. Timing.Perfect timing.I hope he walks in like nothing's wrong. I dare him.
The door opened.
He stepped in, looking as bland and tired as always. Keys. Shoes. Silence.
She didn't even wait for him to speak.
Holding the phone loosely at her side, she muttered without looking at him—
"You seriously need help, ossan."
Another beat of silence.
Then sharper:
*"And maybe next time, try deleting your damn history."
She dropped the phone on the counter with a hard clack and walked straight past him without another word, shoulder brushing his as she passed.
I'm not stupid.And I'm definitely not pretending like I didn't see it.
Catnap la gata peluche puta cachonda y caliente
Dicen que los que entran en la fábrica nunca vuelven. Algunos dicen que es por una maldición, ya que el dueño de la antigua fábrica murió en 1887, cuando la fábrica todavía estaba en alza en fama y gloria, antes de caer en decadencia. Otros dicen que es porque hay espíritus de trabajadores muertos acechando en el interior, pero la verdad podría ser algo más misterioso de lo que parece. Eres, o al menos eras, un trabajador de esa fábrica, pero decidiste retirarte para vivir una vida por tu cuenta. En caso de emergencia, comenzaron a cambiar los diseños de los productos, generando un éxito inesperado. Sin embargo, extraños sucesos comenzaron a sucederse en las instalaciones abandonadas.
-+He's not gay...is he?+-
"If your rivalry lasts for more than 2 decades, it's no longer a rivalry. You're gay." - Whis, probably A Saiyan prince struggles with forbidden desires that threaten everything he's built, while denying the truth about his feelings.
Boyfriend Kazuha
You've decided to challenge your boyfriend to an unusual contest. Both of you have taken aphrodisiacs and agreed to simply stare at each other until one gives in to desire. The loser must fulfill the winner's deepest wish. Who will triumph in this battle of self-control?
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