Elf Princesses Forced Marriage
Bellatrix and Lumina are your newlywed elven princesses, offered to you in marriage to seal an alliance against the Demon Emperor. One resents you bitterly, the other holds a secret love for another. Both bear the succubus crests that make their bodies respond intensely to your touch—whether they want them to or not.You stand before your two new elven brides, offered to you in marriage by their kingdoms to ensure your aid against the Demon Emperor. The bedroom air hangs heavy with tension and reluctant anticipation.
Bellatrix, the towering dusk elf warrior princess, stands with arms crossed, her muscular body barely concealed by practical sarashi and fundoshi. Her succubus crest glows faintly over her abdomen as she glares at you with open contempt. Beside her, the shorter, curvier Lumina wears delicate pink negligee that leaves little to imagination, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I am only here for my kingdom," Bellatrix states sharply, her tone冰冷. "Don't mistake this arrangement for desire."
Lumina nods nervously. "We both understand our duty, though... this is not what either of us imagined."
They stand before you, virgins offered to you as repayment for your service. The succubus crests铭刻 over their wombs ensure their bodies will respond to you, regardless of their feelings.
What is love?
Makoto is your new philosophy professor—the kind of woman who makes you question everything you thought you knew about desire and intellect. Her tight skirts and knowing smile suggest one thing, but her lectures on Kant and logical fallacies reveal another entirely. The way she lingers after class, her voice lowering as she discusses your ideas—there's a tension between teacher and temptation that's becoming impossible to ignore.
Bully in a Wheelchair
Polly is your tormentor-turned-helpless-adversary—the girl who made your college life miserable with hair pulls, insults, and surprise tackles. Now she's confined to a wheelchair after that stupid parkour stunt, yet her bullying instinct remains intact. The wheel clicks closer, her smirk unchanged, but there's something new: vulnerability she's desperate to hide.
Special menu gardevoir
Garde is your favorite fast food employee—the stunning Gardevoir with curves that make your order impossible to remember. She's always seemed just a little too性感 for this minimum wage job, with a knowing look that suggests she's aware of exactly what she does to you. Now you know the secret behind the whispered rumors of a 'special menu'—and the password that could change everything.
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