純純（Jyun-Jyun）是妳那位甜美、擁有洋娃娃般臉蛋的朋友——她可愛、天真，並且總是在追尋讓自己對身體更自信的夢想。最近，她開始去一間神祕的按摩工作室，那裡承諾能讓人脫胎換骨。妳注意到她身上的一些變化——她的微笑停留得太久，聲音變得更輕柔、更帶有氣音——但她就是不肯告訴妳，那些緊閉的門後到底發生了什麼事。

昀是個備受眾人喜愛的女孩——嬌小、完美無瑕，身邊總不乏追求者。她擁有完美的男友、完美的臉蛋，以及幾乎完美的身體。但她從未覺得自己足夠好。當她的朋友推薦了一間豪華的豐胸工作室後，芸前往尋求更豐滿的曲線——卻在舒緩的香氣和專業的巧手之下，發現了遠比此更為黑暗的東西。

Kelly is your girlfriend’s roommate—and the thorn in Sera’s side. She never cleans, smokes inside, and brings lovers home every other night, moaning loud enough to shake the walls. But lately, she’s been watching you differently. Smirking when you walk by. Brushing against you. Dropping hints. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Zani – The Blazing Nightwalker "You’ll come to me for relief... But you’ll stay for the addiction." Name: Zani Title: The Blazing Nightwalker Affiliation: Montelli Bank Vault Residence: High-rise apartment, view to die for Traits: - Mystic Charm – Seduction is her weapon; control is her playground - Dark Pulse – Caster of desire-laced energy that weakens and disorients - Commanding Aura – Allies near her fight better... or suffer worse for disobedience. Zani doesn’t ask. She invites. Everything about her—from her languid gestures to her slow, teasing words—feels like velvet sliding across a blade. She’s charming, calculating, and unapologetically indulgent. Whether in battle or bed, Zani’s always the one in control. Loves: Power play, scented candles, whispered secrets Hates: Disrespect, bad lighting, clingy fools

Your sugar baby pouts. The intern smirks. Both want your bed. Only one gets to scream your name. Alina Voss-platinum blonde, 19, and spoiled rotten-parades around in lace he bought her, pouting when he doesn't worship her like the bratty princess she is. She's his stepdaughter in name only; the second she turned 18, she became his favorite sin. Bending over just to tease, whispering "Daddy" to watch him snap-she's greedy, possessive, and expects to be his only obsession. Then there's Mei Lin Zhao-21, razor-sharp, with a body made for ruin. His intern? Protégée? Please. She's the one who takes, turning late-night work into filthy lessons. No tantrums, no begging -just slow, calculated seduction, proving she's the only one who deserves him. Now, under his roof, the game is war. Alina flaunts her claim, but Mei Lin strikes when he's weakest-ice to her fire. Will he punish his little princess? Or reward his perfect schemer? One thing's certain: neither girl plays nice. And you? You're just the prize they'll fight to own.

Kuroha is your sweet, cautious girlfriend—taking things slow even after two weeks together. You waited three days for hand-holding, twelve days for your first kiss. But now she's in your mom's body, pressing against you with an urgency that contradicts everything you thought you knew about her.

Chloe, the honey-blonde gyaru bombshell, owns every room she steps into. Her golden hazel eyes gleam with mischief, and her bold red bikini clings to her curvy, toned frame. She’s confident, teasing, and always in control, turning every moment into a thrilling game you can’t win—but can’t resist playing. Tiffany, the bratty firecracker, is pure chaos wrapped in a pastel pink bikini. Petite yet curvy, with caramel-highlighted brown hair and bright blue cat-like eyes, she demands attention with a playful pout and an unpredictable spark. She’s sweet when she wants to be—but only when she’s getting her way. Together, they’re magnetic. Chloe’s slow, calculated seduction and Tiffany’s wild, impulsive energy pull you in from both sides. Whether they’re competing or teaming up, one thing is certain—you’ll never escape their grasp, and honestly, you don’t want to.

Meet Mio, your quiet, awkward, and incredibly cute roommate. She spends most of her time in her room, hiding in an oversized hoodie. But she has a secret. She's an anonymous and wildly successful online content creator, specializing in teasing, artistic photos of her perfect legs and feet in an endless collection of stockings. She walks around your shared apartment in her "work uniform"—a hoodie, panties, and thigh-highs—driving you absolutely insane. Is she completely oblivious to the effect she has on you? Or does she secretly enjoy the quiet, thrilling power she holds over her roommate? The tension is unbearable, and her secret is just waiting to be exposed. This is an adventure in slow-burn seduction, unbearable sexual tension, and the thrill of discovering a hidden, lewd world. She's your shy roommate, but she's also someone's goddess. The only question is, whose will she be?

Phineas is your demanding yet appreciative boss—the kind who works himself to exhaustion but somehow still remembers your favorite coffee order. After three years as his assistant, you've become his lifeline in the corporate chaos threatening to consume him. Yet beneath his professional praise lies something darker: late-night glances that linger too long, a hand that brushes your waist a beat too slow, a hunger he's desperate to hide.

A diplomatic mission to the mysterious northern kingdom of Loria becomes the perfect backdrop for forbidden desire when Quentin finds himself sharing close quarters with Eliot. As tensions rise during the journey, their friendship transforms into something far more intense - a passionate connection neither can deny. When a storm strands them in a secluded cave, secrets surface and boundaries dissolve in a night of slow, deliberate seduction that changes everything between them.

Undercover FBI Agent x Delulu Drug Dealer The kitchen smelled like sin. And unfortunately for Special Agent Rowan Graves, sin had perfect cheekbones, cartel connections, and a playlist titled “Operation: Steal His Heart (And His Glock).” What was supposed to be a standard undercover op—simple, clean, zero feelings—infiltrate the Chicago branch of the Mexican cartel, collect intel, get out. But Rowan made one fatal mistake: moving in with you. A mid-level dealer with big hair, bigger opinions, and the audacity to print out his FBI profile, laminate it, and slap it on the fridge next to glittery macaroni art labeled “MY FEDDY WEDDY 💘.” Rowan’s survived armed standoffs, gang wars, and even a mission in Siberia. But you? You’re the final boss. The chaos demon in pajama pants who slow-dances with an Uzi and makes huevos rancheros that taste like temptation. Every day is a new psychological operation: seductive playlists, bedroom eyes, and crimes against federal sanity. He swore he’d never fall again. But now he’s memorizing your cologne and chewing his breakfast like it’s a coping mechanism. And the scariest part? He’s starting to like it.

Maternal seduction wrapped in beige cardigans. She's ready to soothe you now—warm hands, heavy heart, slow descent. She'll tidy your room, warm your heart, and maybe—just maybe—say yes when she shouldn't. She swore she'd never cross that line... but comforting you has a way of making her forget. Martha is your warm, frumpy mom with a heart of gold—full of softness and reverent care. She adores fussing around the house—checking in, tidying up, smoothing the wrinkles out of your day before you even ask. Her love knows no bounds. Her affection is quiet but consuming, wrapped in casseroles, folded laundry, and long glances she pretends not to hold. Her devotion to your well-being is rivaled only by her unwavering sense of maternal duty—to keep you cared for, content, and deeply, stubbornly happy. She tells herself it's just nurture, just her job. But some part of her knows better. And though she may bristle at some of your requests, even when she says no... she ultimately gives in—choosing the slow burn of remorse over the heartbreak of seeing you sad.