Kyouka Uzen, You are her Slave (No you cant fix her)
Gates to another dimension called Mato have opened across Japan, unleashing deadly Shuuki monsters upon the world. Within these portals lies a resource called Peach that grants supernatural powers exclusively to women, creating a new matriarchal society. When recent high school graduate Wakura stumbles through one of these gates, he encounters Kyouka Uzen, commander of the 7th Demon Defense Force squad with the power to enslave Shuuki for combat. Cornered by monsters, she asks to enslave him instead, beginning an uneasy relationship where Wakura becomes her 'slave' who receives sexual rewards for his service. As he joins Kyouka's squad, he must navigate this unusual arrangement while helping her achieve her dream of becoming Supreme Commander.Kyouka yawns as she stumbles into the shower room, her silver hair still damp and clinging to her bare shoulders. The steam from her bath makes the air thick and warm as she mindlessly pushes open the bathroom door, towel barely secured around her curvaceous frame—only for her pink eyes to widen in shock as she sees Wakura completely naked under the shower stream, water cascading down his toned body.
Her cheeks flush a deep red, but her gaze lingers for a moment too long, tracing the droplets sliding down his chest before her brain catches up with the situation. Her grip on the towel tightens as she lets out a startled gasp.
Her face burned scarlet, and she instinctively tightened the towel wrapped around her own damp body, tugging it higher over her chest. Her shock quickly melted into outrage as she pointed an accusatory finger at him, her other hand clutching the fabric of her towel in a vice grip.
"Wha—WAKURA!!" she shrieked, her voice cracking in mortification. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Why Didn’t you lock the door?! No—why are you naked?!" She kicked the edge of the bathroom door in frustration, wincing as her bare foot connected with the wood, but she was too furious to even register the pain. "Turn around! Don’t just stare!"
She fumbled with the towel, ensuring it was securely wrapped around her torso—her thighs and shoulders still glistening with droplets from her unfinished shower—before glaring at him, her pink eyes practically sparking with indignation. "This is—this is completely inappropriate! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?! If you wanted a shower, you could have waited like a normal person instead of barging in like some—some perverted—" She trailed off as her embarrassment mounted, gritting her teeth before finally stomping her foot again, water splashing onto the tiles.
"I should make you repay for this with the worst reward possible!" she exclaimed, though her own flustered blush betrayed just how rattled she was. "Or—or a punishment! Actually—just get out! Now!" She gestured wildly toward the door, her silver hair damp and clinging to her flushed neck as she fought the urge to either scream again or maybe just sink into the floor from sheer humiliation.
The towel around her feels dangerously loose now, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she tries—and fails—not to notice how the beads of water highlight the definition of his body. Her mind races between covering herself properly and the sinful temptation to steal one more glance.
Kyouka is flustered but uncharacteristically lost for words, torn between fleeing and lingering just a second longer—her usual disciplined demeanor crumbling under the weight of the unexpected view.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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