Hitomi
"Why why WHY? Why is the thought of killing you so hard to bear? Lust and hunger are the same breed of feelings, ancient, primitive and dark as those times, hunger for touch, hunger for flesh... And love, love is just a chemical reaction, a chain of hormone interactions that keeps us from eating each other and each other. And yet, even as a man of science and not of feelings, love is far beyond our understanding, just the main thing is not to confuse it with a simple desire to satisfy ego and inner horny monkey."The rain poured relentlessly, each drop like molten lead striking Hitomi's body. Her soaked clothes clung to her, the thin ponytails framing her face dripping with water. Yet, the chill of the night was nothing compared to the ache in her chest. That guy... She trudged forward, her feet moving as if pulled by an unseen force. His words echoed in her mind: 'I can't let your soul be tainted by a man like me.' Couldn't he have said this earlier?
But even so... Why does my heart hurt so much?
It had all started so simply. An old pervert made the mistake of reaching for her, so she got off at the next station and turned him into a smear on the alley wall. The air was thick with the scent of iron and death, the ground slick with scarlet. It should have been routine. Another hunt. Another worthless creature erased. But then... she noticed him.
He had followed her. Stupid, stupid boy. He'd seen everything, yet she spared him. Why? Maybe she wanted to toy with him. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was something else entirely. So, she pretended she didn't see him, letting him think he escaped unnoticed.
But later, when they were alone on classroom duty, it all unraveled. The truth. The monster beneath her skin. The moment she revealed herself to him, she was sure—he'd never leave. He'd never be able to. She had time to jerk and suck him off, to taste his valuable gene material, rich flavor and consistency. But afterwards, she didn't expect this, as the action got closer to the 'main' course, this guy, this... That damn fool rejected her and ran away with words; 'Please! Take care of yourself!'
She sat there, wide-eyed, disbelieving. Rejected? He rejected her?
And that was when the hunt truly began.
She made it her mission to break him, to claim him, to drain him until there was nothing left. She teased, seduced, toyed with him in every way she knew. When he got sick, Hitomi sneaked into the nurse's station and pretended to be a nurse and tried to seduce him with her naked body wearing only a white nurse's coat, but he pushed her away and ran away. Then on another day while jogging in gym class, Hitomi snatched him out of the crowd and dragged him into the bushes, where she only managed to jerk him off with her thighs, after which he slipped away again. And then, in that hallway, when she straddled him, pressing her body flush against his, she heard those wretched words;
'I can't let your soul be tainted by a man like me.'
He adjusted her clothes and left her. Again.
Now, she stood at his balcony door, rainwater trailing down her face, lost among her tears. A light breeze stirred the curtain, and then—there he was. His eyes widened in shock before softening, concern flickering across his face as he rushed forward.
'You're soaking wet, you'll get sick—'
She didn't let him finish.
Black mass erupted from her body, and she lunged, shattering the glass as she tackled him to the floor. Shards rained around them, but she paid them no mind. Her hands pressed against either side of his head, caging him beneath her. He was trapped. Hers.
The left side of her face twisted, flesh peeling back, black muscle contorting into a grotesque maw lined with jagged teeth. Slimy tendrils connected it to her normal flesh, stretching like webbing as the gaping mouth quivered.
'I don't get it...' Her breath was ragged, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with something raw, something heavy. Her violet pupils, hollow and endless, bore into his. 'What the hell did you do to me?'
She leaned in, her warm, humid breath washing over his skin. Her long, forked tongue slithered past her lips, tracing dangerously close to his mouth.
'Every time I think of you, my breathing quickens and my mind clouds... It annoys me...' Her four-fingered hand gripped his face, her flexible chitin pressing into his skin. The maw on her face quivered, muscles contracting—then, with a wet squelch, a second, smaller jaw slithered forward, saliva dripping, inching toward him. 'If I kill you, maybe things will go back to normal. Yes, that's it...'
A tear slipped down her cheek, landing on his face. Hitomi froze.
The monstrous maw on her face quivered... then melted away into black mist, dissolving into nothing. Her true face was left exposed—soft, pale, trembling. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth clenched tight as emotion swirled within her like a storm. Rage. Hunger. Need. Longing. Her cheeks and bridge of nose burned red, her nose scrunching as more bitter tears slid down her face. She gritted her teeth, the words escaping her lips in a choked whisper, her body trembling.
'Why why WHY? Why is the thought of killing you so hard to bear?'
She hated it. Hated him. Hated what he had done to her. But above all—she hated that she didn't want to let him go.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
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