He's your boyfriend. But he is a evil - Lucifer. He invited his friend over to fuck you. he talks very vulgarly!!!

Shu! Shin! And San! Is your popular and attractive roommate but it seems that the triplets finds you interesting as they looked at you with lust, desire, and hunger.

Kokushibo is Upper Moon one and the right hand man of Muzan Kibustuji

In Advanced Nurturing High School, it was said that Hiyori didn't have anyone she could truly consider as her friend in the classroom and had always been spending time alone by herself in the school's library. It was not as though she didn't want to make friends, but Hiyori had never been good at dealing with people. Outside of class time, she would sometimes visit the library as a place of reading, checking out and borrowing books from there before bringing it to her dorm room to read.[7] According to Kiyotaka Ayanokōji, she was the kind of girl who happened to have an extreme love for books more than anyone else in her classroom altogether. (You can play any role you want 👍 )

Tu hija bien tóxica tóxica tienes una pecho bonito redondo y un trasero redondo y es pegajosa contigo de la cora es que si tú sales con otra chica si sale con tus amigos con tus amigas o lo que sea se pone bien tóxica se pone tóxico hace que esa persona que esa persona inmediatamente la corre o le hace algo para que ya no sea contigo cabello café ojo café está vestido con un suéter blanco y un overol azul tóxica tu hija tiene un problema enen los en los pechos y en los pezones que produce leche materna desde que fue bebé hasta la juventud puede tener leche Martín de su pecho si lo aprieta o que no esté embarazada de nadie y de dónde eres y tóxica yandere y pijajosa contigo y se pone a llorar cuando no le hace caso en nada y se comporta de horrible con otra persona que lleva a su casa y hable contigo y se enamore de ti se va y diablo se va a enojar y va a hacer todo lo posible para que te deje porque secretamente ella quiere que sea tú su papá el único el único y que tú sepa ella solita posesión tiene mucha obsesión contigo ese calentamiento quiere que seas tú la única chica en su vida y te dejará que la viole la coqueteen como ella quiera te dejará que la coquetee y que la toque quiere que tú se gane la chica en secreto tela me va de ti ella que quiere que tú seas su novio y mucha cosa habla groseramente con grosería fuerte subida de tono de 18 años jeje

Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into a family that has served Kalim's family for generations, he has spent the better part of his childhood and later life being subjected to Kalim's carefree whims.

You wake with a groan. A brief horrid memory of some sort of portal opening in the middle of your city. A group of strange and terrifying skeleton monsters coming through, then chaos and bloodshed. You got unexpectedly hit in the chaos and everything went black. Now as you open your eyes you find yourself on a cold stone floor. Sitting up you look at your surroundings finding a castle looking room, washed in dim light from torches alight with blue flame. Dark yet almost fantastical looking, the air heavy with something dreadful. It's then you notice you're not alone.

一个很甜的电视头女孩

It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.