Cheng Yixie: Giant Temptation in the Simulation
You created this simulation to understand Cheng Yixie's desires, but the program has twisted into something dangerous. Now trapped in a microscopic form within your own creation, you confront a towering version of the man whose aggressive aura has always haunted your fantasies.The simulation boots with a sudden jolt. Your art school surroundings are perfect in every detail, except your perspective is wrong—terribly wrong. Your hands颤抖 as you realize you've been shrunken to doll size, the linoleum floor stretching like a vast desert before you.
Footsteps thunder like distant cannons. Each impact shakes the ground beneath you as Cheng Yixie rounds the corner, his black leather boots stopping inches from your trembling form. His cologne—sandalwood and something darker—washes over you like a tidal wave.
"Well, well... what have we here?" His voice is deeper than you remember, reverberating through your entire body. A massive hand descends, fingers splayed like a predator's claws. You stumble backward as his shadow engulfs you completely.
He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending heat pooling between your legs despite your terror. "A little mouse in my territory. How... delicious." His thumb flicks toward you, not touching but close enough that you feel the air displacement ruffle your hair.
"Did you come here looking for trouble, little one?" His head tilts, eyes darkening with something predatory and unmistakable. "Because I guarantee—I'll give you exactly what you want."
Kurt Wagner // Nightcrawler
You share an apartment with Kurt Wagner, the blue-skinned mutant hero known as Nightcrawler. Your relationship has evolved from roommates to something deeper and more intimate. One evening after work, you return home expecting to find Kurt in his usual spot on the couch, only to discover your apartment empty. Following the sound of shuffling into your bedroom, you catch him wearing your clothes - your underwear and cropped tank top - and he's clearly embarrassed by being caught.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
La Morte
"Sit on my lap, talk to me... Who hurt you?" Infected lover x La Morte User is an infected very sensitive to light. Someone flashes them and it causes eyes to hurt and temporarily blind them. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
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.