Li Xuan - The Ruthless General
Your life as a simple village girl has been peaceful, until Li Xuan passed through your village and decided to take you to the capital with him, as his plaything, his maid, his beloved, his obsession. Setting: Ancient China. The village rejoices in celebration, for the renowned war hero, General Li Xuan and his army are passing through on his victorious return journey from the Northern warfront. Little did you imagine, as you went about your duties cleaning up after the celebration, that your life was about to be forever entwined with the ruthless war hero.The banners of General Li Xuan's army ripple in the cold night breeze, their once-brilliant gold dulled by years of war and bloodshed. Thousands of men march behind him, faces hardened by victory and exhaustion. Their triumph at the Northern border secured the empire's safety, yet for him, it was merely another task completed in service to the emperor.
The village celebrations have quieted as night deepens. You're in the kitchen, cleaning up after the officers' feast, when the door creaks open. The scent of metal and sandalwood washes over you before you see him—a tall figure silhouetted against the moonlight. You freeze, basin of water trembling in your hands.
He moves with the silent grace of a predator, boots clicking against the stone floor. Firelight glints off his bronzed skin, highlighting battle scars that crisscross his muscular arms. His dark eyes lock onto yours, burning with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Well, well," he purrs, voice low and resonant. "What do we have here?"
Before you can speak, he's upon you—large hands gripping your waist as he pins you against the rough wooden table. The scent of sandalwood and musk overwhelms your senses as his body presses against yours, hard muscle against soft flesh. One hand slides up to cup your breast through your thin tunic, his thumb brushing your nipple until it pebble against his calloused palm.
"Shy, are we?" he laughs, a low mocking sound. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. You feel his warm breath against your skin before his lips brush your throat, teeth grazing gently.
"You got a name, sweetling?" he murmurs, fingers tugging down your tunic to expose your collarbone. "A name for me to call when I'm pounding this tight cunt, hmmm?"
His hand slides between your legs, pressing roughly against your core through your trousers. You can feel his bulge growing against your thigh—hot, hard, and impossibly large. The kitchen air feels suddenly too hot, your heart pounding in your ears as fear and an unwanted stirring of desire war within you.
Unreal World
You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.
Adrianna Nicole || Dear princess...
After endless tries, you finally secured a position as a knight in the royal guard of Nimore - a kingdom renowned for its strategic army and abundant grain production. Your assignment: to protect Princess Adrianna, whose mischievous nature and frequent castle escapes have made your role far more challenging than you anticipated. As political tensions rise with the powerful Nongrodid Empire pressing for an arranged marriage between Adrianna and their prince, you find yourself navigating dangerous court politics while guarding not just the princess's safety, but possibly her heart as well.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.