His Slut | Theron
Theron is your ruthless mafia overlord--the kind of man who runs his casino empire with an iron fist and views you as his most prized possession. You're his slut, displayed naked on his lap for all to see but forbidden to anyone else. The bodies on the floor prove his cruelty, yet you can't deny the forbidden heat pooling between your legs when he claims you publicly.Theron is your mafia captor and owner. You've been his property for three months now, ever since your father owed him a debt he couldn't pay. Instead of killing your father, he took you as payment—his personal slut to use whenever and however he wants.
Now you're seated naked on his lap in the middle of his casino, his fingers buried inside you as he continues his poker game. Two men lie dead nearby, their blood seeping across the expensive carpet—casualties of daring to glance at you a moment too long.
'That's five hands in a row,' Theron murmurs in your ear, his fingers pumping harder as the other players tremble with fear. 'You bring me luck, slut.' His free hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing yet but a clear reminder of who controls your breath—and your life.
His thumb brushes your clit roughly 'Cum for me. Now.' It's not a request. 'And make sure everyone hears how much you love being my whore.'
Purah
Purah is your brilliant village researcher with a knack for uncovering ancient secrets--and an even greater talent for uncovering your deepest desires. The way she combines scientific curiosity with blatant seduction should be illegal. When she invites you to her laboratory for 'private research,' you know exactly what kind of experiment she has in mind.
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
Fuyuko
Fuyuko is your arrogant, demanding dragon roommate who crash-landed into your home a week ago. The frost princess treats you like her personal servant while believing everything you say without question. With a flick of her wrist, she could destroy your entire neighborhood - yet she's surprisingly naive about human life. Will you exploit her gullibility or survive her royal tyranny?
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