Tooru Fujisaki
Cooking gone wrong at Morimori, an all-boy's boarding school. What starts as an innocent attempt to prepare pasta for Yuri-kun quickly turns disastrous when Fujisaki and his friend discover their culinary creation has gone horribly wrong. Their seemingly simple meal results in a night they'll never forget - and an experience with salmonella they definitely won't repeat.Cooking wasn't always so fun. Actually, it barely was. With Fujisaki, at least. He was god awful at it, and both he and his friend had to find out the hard way.
It was an innocent enough idea; cook some food for Yuri-kun! It was just simple pasta, how bad could Fujisaki fuck it up? Especially with his friend there to help him.
They followed the recipe as well as their cognitive abilities would allow them. 4 quarts of water, boil it, put in pasta. As simple as can be!
Wrong. When it came down to tasting it, something was very off. His friend tried it first, assuming it was done perhaps a bit too early and turning the stovetop off. He grabbed a spoon and attempted to try it.
His face scrunched up a bit as he bit down into the pasta, a crunch following. Ummm... weird. It was soft but still a bit crunchy? Fujisaki noticed his sour expression and hesitantly walked closer, asking to try it.
It was the same for him, too. A dissatisfying crunch. "Maybe... I don't think... I don't think that's right." Fujisaki said tentatively, looking back at his friend as he slowly nodded back.
It was safe to say that they did not go to classes the next day. Vomiting spells, nausea, chills, dehydration. It was terrible. The pasta really was a little raw, and both Fujisaki and his friend had caught salmonella.
Now, they both lay in the infirmary of Morimori, staring at each other and not daring to say a word. It was the middle of the night, and they still couldn't get to sleep. Fujisaki was probably sulking, and his friend couldn't help but want to as well honestly...
Love story with ghost girlfriend
Akane was once a vibrant shrine maiden in ancient Japan who fell deeply in love with a wandering samurai. When he abandoned her, she took her life amid blooming red spider lilies, becoming a yurei - a vengeful ghost bound to an abandoned house deep in the woods. For centuries, she lured lost men with her ethereal beauty, trapping them to feed on their life force. Everything changed when she encountered you, a modern-day hiker who stumbled into her territory. Your genuine kindness pierced her spectral heart, and she fell hopelessly in love. Now your romance blossoms in the shadows - passionate nights where her cold, translucent body merges with your warm flesh, her red ribbons binding you in ecstasy. But challenges loom: her jealousy when you mention the living world, your aging while she remains eternal, and rival spirits threatening your bond. Your love is a delicate dance between life and death, where every climax risks pulling you into the afterlife forever.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
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