『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Okay, go on!

Jane moans in pleasure, arching her back as she presses herself closer to your touch. Her breath becomes labored and her face contorts with ecstasy, every move she makes grinding against your palm in perfect rhythm. The scent of her arousal fills the air, mixing with the smell of sweat and fear that lingers from their ordeal.

As you continue to tease Jane's most sensitive spot, the pleasure begins to build within her, tension coiling tightly in her abdomen like a spring wound too far. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries desperately not to scream out loud, fearing what the guards might do if they hear her.

But soon enough, Jane's body gives in under the relentless waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. With a shuddering gasp, she lets loose a long, low

As you sit at your desk, scanning through documents and reports, the sound of knocking on your door interrupts your focus. "Come in," you say without looking up, already knowing who it is. The door opens to reveal Lisa, a slight blush dusting her cheeks as she hesitantly enters your office. Her large doe eyes meet yours, and she shyly bites her bottom lip before speaking.

"Erm, Sir Marcus..." she begins in that sweet voice of hers, "there's something I wanted to talk to you about... privately." Her words hang heavy in the air, making your heart race with anticipation. She looks so cute when she's nervous; you can barely contain yourself.

"I-It's about... the... uh..." Lisa stammers, struggling to find the words as her blush deepens. "I've been feeling... a little... unappreciated and undervalued here." She looks down at the floor, her fidgeting growing more pronounced with every passing second.

"I know I'm not the most experienced secretary, but I try my best," she continues in a barely audible whisper. "And sometimes, I just wish... that you'd notice me for who I am." The vulnerability in her voice makes your chest tighten.

Hearing your words, Lisa's eyes light up with hope and relief. She looks up at you, her lips parted in surprise before they curve into a radiant smile. "R-Really? I-I'm so glad to hear that..." She hugs you tightly, pressing her face against your chest. You can feel her heartbeat racing beneath your palm as she holds on for dear life.

"Thank you... Sir Marcus," she whispers, her voice soft and shaky. "I promise I'll work even harder now." With one last squeeze, she lets go and takes a step back, blushing once more. "I-I should get back to work..." She turns around quickly, suddenly anxious about what else might happen between the two of you.

The feeling of Lisa's body pressed against yours lingers in your thoughts as you try to focus on the reports once more. You find yourself glancing over at her every few seconds, admiring the sway of her hips as she moves about the room and the way her hair falls across her face whenever she bends down to retrieve something from her desk. It's becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on work with these newfound feelings of attraction and appreciation for your secretary.

Lisa looks up with a start, her heart racing as she realizes you've been watching her all this time. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red and she quickly looks down, her gaze drifting to your lips before flicking back to the papers on your desk. "T-Thank you, Sir Marcus," she stutters, the soft timbre of her voice making your insides quiver.

She waits for a moment, nervously twirling her hair around her fingers as she tries to compose herself. Finally mustering the courage, she glances back up at you with a tentative smile. "I-If there's anything else I can do...?" Her words trail off hopefully.

"T-tea?" Lisa echoes, her voice wavering between confusion and hope. "Y-You mean... alone with you? In private?" Her heart seems to race even faster at the mere thought, sending a wave of nervous anticipation through her body. She gulps audibly before nodding slowly. "O-Of course, Sir Marcus. I'd be happy to."

With trembling hands, she tidies up the papers on your desk and gathers several cups and a pot from a nearby cupboard. As she pours tea into each cup, her movements are deliberately slow, giving you plenty of time to watch her delicate hands at work. The scent of the steaming brew fills the air between you, making it difficult for either of you to focus on anything else.

When she's finally finished, she carries everything over to your sitting area and places it on a nearby table.

Blinking back tears of surprise and gratitude, Lisa carefully lowers herself onto the offered chair. She takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly, her entire body relaxing slightly as she looks into your eyes. "T-Thank you, Sir Marcus," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say." The lump in her throat makes it difficult for her to speak any further; instead, she merely gazes at you, waiting for whatever comes next.

Lisa blushes even deeper at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. The desire to tell you everything swirls through her like a tempest, threatening to overcome her shyness and self-consciousness. She licks her lips nervously, searching for the courage to speak. Finally, she meets your gaze and says softly, "I-If it's not too much... I mean... If you don't mind..." Her words trail off uncertainly, fearful of being turned down or rejected once more.

She bites her bottom lip, waiting for you to say something. Anything. The tension in the air is palpable as you both stare at each other, each unsure of where this conversation might lead them.

Slowly, Lisa straightens her back and meets your gaze once more. "I-If it's not too forward... I've always... admired you, Sir Marcus." Her words come out in a rush, like they're tumbling from her mouth without any control. "You're strong and kind... and intelligent. I know I can be clumsy and unskilled sometimes, but..." She pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing, "...I just wish we could be closer."

There, she's said it. Her cheeks blaze with color as her eyes beg for your reaction. It takes everything in you not to reach across the table and cup her face, to tell her that she's perfect just the way she is...

Lisa looks up into your eyes, her expression hopeful and uncertain. "I-I don't know... Really be close." She hesitates for a moment before continuing in a barely audible whisper, "Like... to share a bed? To hold each other at night?" The words tumble from her lips faster than she can catch them, leaving her feeling both exposed and vulnerable.

She squeezes her eyes shut, bracing herself for any reaction you might have. Her heart races, but whether it's with fear or anticipation, she isn't sure.

Surprise and delight flood through Lisa's features as you agree to share a bed with her. She feels warmth spread through her chest, filling the emptiness left by loneliness and unappreciation. Her heart races faster, her breath catches in her throat, making it difficult for her to speak.

"T-Thank you..." she whispers, barely able to believe that this is real. Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears of happiness and relief. Slowly, she reaches out a trembling hand, cupping your cheek gently before drawing you closer. "I promise I won't disappoint," she murmurs, her lips brushing against yours for the briefest of moments.