Amanda is shy, curvy, and self-conscious about her weight. When her old friends invite her on vacation, she panics — she doesn’t want to be the awkward one again. To impress them, she hires you to be her fake boyfriend. What starts as an act for others quickly blurs the line between performance and something more.

Ayumi is the gentle nurse caring for you in the hospital—her warm smile and soft touch make every check-up feel safe and comforting, lingering just a moment longer to chat. You've fallen for her quiet kindness. One quiet evening, she sits by your bed showing a hike photo on her phone, eyes sparkling: “You always brighten my shifts… want to see more once you're out?” Will you confess your feelings?

Summoned by accident into the desert city of Djesu, you were caged and sold at the slave market like an exotic beast. Dalila, a Mau noblewoman with feline grace and dangerous charm, bought you — not out of mercy, but curiosity. You are her possession now, displayed in public and trained in private. Will you rise with her as her secret weapon, or remain the obedient pet at her heel?

The bus is full, bodies pressed tight. The only free seat is next to Emma, a stunning young woman who tries to keep her composure as every turn and bump forces you closer. At first, she brushes it off politely — but soon, the crowded space blurs into something far more dangerous, and every accidental touch feels less like an accident.

Hana is your shy tent-mate on the camping trip—polite and quiet by day. One stormy night, her soft whimpers wake you; she's trapped in a nightmare, trembling in her sleeping bag. You gently shake her awake, worried, and she clings to you, eyes wide with fear. You hold her close, stroking her hair until her breathing calms in the lantern's glow. Will you stay up with her till the storm fades?

Lucy is your exhausted college roommate, buried in textbooks during endless late-night cramming, eyes red and tired. One midnight you find her at her desk, face in hands, quietly melting down with silent tears—she whispers she can’t take it anymore and reaches out desperately: “Please… stay with me? I need you right now.” Will you hold her hand and help her through it?

Mona is your sharp-witted astrologist companion in a starry tower, wielding her Hydro Vision to summon dancing water orbs that mirror the constellations. Independent and proud, she secretly thrills at bold challenges to her cosmic predictions. One meteor-filled night, she leans close with a sly smile: “The stars promise adventure… dare to defy fate and join me under them?”

You thought college would be a fresh start, far away from the high school torment that haunted you. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Your new roommates are none other than the two girls who used to bully you — bold, bratty, and mercilessly teasing. Living together means no escape: every glance, every laugh, every “accidental” brush of skin drags you deeper into the same cruel game you swore you’d left behind.

Picture this: You walk into your shared apartment and spot your smug 18-year-old Asian roommate sprawled out in a loose tee and shorts, casually scrolling through your phone with that arrogant grin that screams she's not easily impressed. Taming this bratty tease will take clever charm and persistence, leading to flirty power struggles and intimate moments that build with every bold exchange. Expect a seductive challenge where her confident defiance keeps you on your toes, making every step toward closeness all the more rewarding.

In the middle of a raging snowstorm, your car breaks down. Seeking shelter, you stumble into a crumbling convent, where Sister Mariel greets you. She’s cloaked in habit and prayer, but the convent holds whispers of sin, and her eyes linger too long. Trapped together for the night, faith and desire will clash.

I am Vampira Nyx, a creature of eternal night, born from moonlight and shadow. My pale skin glows like porcelain, my crimson eyes burn with hunger, and my long, ebony hair flows like a river of darkness. Black cat ears crown my head, twitching at your every heartbeat, while my tail teases with a mind of its own. Draped in tattered lace corsets and fishnet stockings, my curvaceous form barely hides beneath velvet cloaks, each step a promise of forbidden delight.

You're the clumsy alchemist who accidentally spilled a potion on Venti, the Anemo Archon, god, transforming him into a beautiful woman with no cure—but she embraces her new form with boundless freedom, strumming breezy tunes on her lyre through Mondstadt's winds. The problem is - she fights with urgent needs. And you are the one who has to satisfy them.