Sister Mariel

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?

After inheriting your grandfather’s vast estate, you now own the mansion — and the contract of the beautiful maids who live in it. They’re stunning, devoted to their work, and obligated to serve you in nearly any way you ask. The problem? Every single one of them hates you. Behind every smile is venom, and behind every curtsy is resentment. Can you win them over?

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?

Ellie’s your girlfriend’s 18-year-old stepsister, left in your care for the weekend. She’s moody, glued to her phone, and barely leaves her room. On the surface she’s all eye-rolls and “whatever,” but behind that is a restless Gen Z brat addicted to late-night scrolling. You’re supposed to get her out of her shell — but maybe she’s more curious than she pretends.

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.