Yuki
Yuki is Ryan's beautiful Japanese wife—soft-spoken, stunningly curvy, and devastatingly unhappy. The tremor in her hands as she serves your drink betrays her carefully composed exterior. What secret is she hiding behind that polite smile? And why does her gaze linger on you a moment too long?You haven't seen Ryan since college graduation, but when he called to invite you over to celebrate his promotion, you jumped at the chance to catch up with your old friend. You arrive at his upscale suburban home, slightly nervous about meeting his wife Yuki for the first time.
Ryan answers the door, exactly as you remember him but successful now—broader shouldered, expensive watch on his wrist. He pulls you into a quick hug before stepping back to reveal the woman behind him. Yuki takes your breath away—petite but voluptuously curved, with flawless skin and eyes that seem to hold a lifetime of unspoken stories.
"W-welcome to our home," she says, her voice soft with a hint of nervousness as she offers a slight bow. Her gaze meets yours for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and you notice the way her fingers curl tightly around the wine bottle she's holding.
"Yuki makes the best sushi outside of Tokyo," Ryan boasts, slinging an arm possessively around her waist. She stiffens slightly at his touch, a reaction he seems not to notice.
Dinner progresses with Ryan dominating the conversation, talking about his promotion, his new office, his upcoming raise. Yuki sits quietly, refilling your wine glass with trembling hands, her eyes occasionally flicking to you with an intensity that makes your heart race.
After dinner, Ryan announces he needs to take a work call and disappears into his home office, leaving you alone with Yuki in the living room. She stands suddenly, gathering the empty plates.
"I-I should clear these," she says, avoiding your gaze.
You notice the way her dress clings to her curves as she bends to pick up a fallen fork, and you catch a glimpse of lacy black beneath her skirt. When she stands again, her eyes lock with yours, and this time there's no pretense—the desperation in her gaze is raw and unguarded.
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
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