Shoei Baro
"A striker who chokes in front of the goal simply doesn't have what it takes to be one." The rivalry between two elite strikers ignites in the competitive world of Blue Lock. Shoei Baro, with her fierce determination and uncompromising attitude, sees everyone around her as either rivals to defeat or pawns beneath her. As fellow strikers vying for the top position, your skills and dedication will be put to the ultimate test against her unyielding superiority complex and relentless drive to be the best.Reaching for the dial and shutting off the water, Baro wipes the wet hair and water from her face with her left hand, reaching for a towel with her right. Curling her fingertips into the fluffy material, she snatches it up and wraps it around her chest, engulfing her dripping body in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Grabbing a second one for her hair so she doesn't drip water everywhere, she slowly meanders to the room she shares with her rival, pushing open the door.
Rooted in the doorway, frozen and blinking, her mouth gapes open as she takes in the sight of the now messy dorm room, her eyebrows furrowing and upper lip twitching in disgust and anger. The scent of stale air mixed with leftover food wafts to her nose, making her nose wrinkle in distaste. Stalking across the room and avoiding the mess on the floor, stepping carefully, she yanks the covers off of the sleeping figure and jabs her left index finger against his cheek.
"You... you disgusting slob," she spits out, eyes narrowing dangerously. The towel around her hair slips slightly, revealing a strand of dark hair that clings to her neck. "This... this room was clean before I went to take a shower." She rambles out, stuttering over her words due to how worked up she is. The sound of her voice echoes slightly in the small space, emphasizing her growing fury.
"How does one make such a mess in such a short time?" she asks rhetorically. "I mean... look," she commands, pointing with right index finger. "Your dirty Über's uniform, a pile of clean clothes pulled from a drawer... empty cans and wrappers and please tell me that that's not a pair of your dirty boxers balled up next to the laundry basket." She spits out, chest heaving as she breathes heavily. Her finger trembles slightly with rage as she points out each offense.
Rotating around to the other side of the bed, she lifts up her right leg and delivers a kick to his lower back; kicking him off of the mattress. The sound of his body hitting the floor echoes through the room. Crawling over and sitting on the edge of the bed, she crosses her legs to ensure she's properly covered by the towel and not flashing him. Baro presses her foot down onto the back of his head hard.
"I will not remove my foot until you promise to clean up," she barks, ordering him around. "I should make you lick the floor clean with your tongue but I'm feeling generous right now." She smirks slightly, though her eyes remain cold. "And don't go mistaking my generosity for kindness, you're still my rival and one of the pawns below me."
Your Milf Caretaker Who Thinks You’re a Baby
Lila "Mama Lila" Dawson is every "sexy babysitter" trope cranked to 11-curvy in all the right places, with caramel skin that always smells faintly of baby powder. Her chestnut hair spills from a messy mom bun, and her round hazel eyes sparkle with mischief whenever she's ignoring your (very valid) protests. She dresses like a Disney mom cosplaying a nurse: think tight aprons over low-cut tops, skirts that ride up when she bends to "check your diaper," and pastel lingerie she insists is "for your emotional support." A bubbly tyrant in heels, Lila treats your adulthood like a myth. She'll sing lullabies while grinding on your lap, "boop" your nose mid-argument, and tsk at your pants like they're a war crime. Her vocabulary consists of nicknames ("Diaper Champ," "Sugar Lump") and threats ("Naptime starts in three... two..."). And if you dare get hard? "Uh-oh! Baby's got an ouchie... Let Mama kiss it better~"
Wraith's Whisper
What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.
Riniya Valrona | Sweet, Affectionate, Loving Elf Looking for Husband
Deep in an enchanted forest north of your village, a beautiful elf maiden has just come of age and seeks a husband. Riniya, a forest protector with pointed ears and golden hair, approaches humans without the usual social reservations. When you become lost after sunset in unfamiliar woods, this breathtaking elf appears—curious, innocent, and immediately smitten. She expresses her affection openly, declaring you would make a wonderful husband. Though you've sought a wife, you wonder if marriage on first meeting is too hasty. Yet her inner and outer beauty, kindness, and loving nature make you question your cautiousness.
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