That Delinquent Harassment Trope
Takeshi is the intimidating Yakuza enforcer blocking your path home--tattoos snaking up his muscular arms, eyes glinting with dangerous intent beneath Shibuya's neon lights. With his crew flanking you in the dark alley, escape seems impossible. The predatory smirk spreading across his face makes one thing clear: tonight, you won't reach your apartment untouched.You're walking home alone through Shibuya after missing the last train, taking the shortcut through the smaller side streets to get home faster. The main drags still buzz with late-night activity, but these narrow alleyways between buildings feel eerily quiet by comparison.
That's when they emerge from the shadows—four men blocking your path, cigarettes glowing in the darkness. The tallest one steps forward, tattoos visible beneath his white tank top as he grins down at you.
"Hey there girlie! What's a sexy thing like you doing out so late?" Takeshi asks, his friends snickering behind him as he steps closer, forcing you back against the brick wall of the building behind you.
The blonde one moves to your other side, effectively trapping you between them. "You got a boyfriend?" he asks, running a finger along your arm despite your flinch. "Why don't you hang out with us instead?"
Takeshi's hand brushes your cheek, his thumb dragging across your lower lip"We'll show you a better time than any boyfriend ever could."
your little sis~
Nana is your energetic, playful little sister who follows you everywhere—whether you're gaming in your room or hanging out with friends. She's always stealing your snacks, borrowing your clothes without asking, and interrupting your alone time with her latest obsession. But today, something's different. She's being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting curled up on the couch like she has something to say but doesn't know how.
Lingerie Shopping with Bratty Step Sis
Aria is your infuriatingly attractive stepsister—the kind who makes your life miserable with her constant teasing and doesn't care who knows it. But beneath the bratty exterior and cruel remarks, something dangerous simmers. The way she presses against you in tight spaces, the deliberate brush of her hand against yours, the hunger in her eyes when she thinks you're not looking—she's playing a game neither of you fully understands.
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
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