Well....here goes.... So, here I am, wearing my fishnet coverup minidress, lipstick, crotchless panties, and playing with my little wee wee while my wife is in the other room. I feel like I've been a sissy husband for a long time and not a real man. Here's why: I've been married 20 years. But haven't had sex in the last 10 years (except for once, which is an embarrassig story). Why? because I can't get hard for my wife as easy as for myself. I love playing with myself more than sex. I know she's not into my body or wee wee, so I'm not turned on. Soon after our wedding, I realized that sex was not going to be quite like I expected because of a few reasons. First, my wife was never much into sex, but yet, she could get into it and do it often enough, and she definitely did great with her mouth. The main problem was my dick size. I could tell she was often frustrated and confused and looking for a better position. But all my life, I've know that I have a tiny one. I mean, out of all of my friends, mine was the smallest. How do I know this? Because I've scoped out all of them at one point or another. Every single one has a real man dick. Mine is tiny, skinny, small head, and looks very underdeveloped. It's 4 1/2 " at its largest. It's cute, and it's hard, but tiny. Also, mine is smaller than every guy I've ever seen in the gym showers, or in the bathroom at the urinals. How do I know? Because I always look (even though you're not supposed to), and I'm always the wimpy one with a small wee wee. I can't believe it sometimes how much larger and manly these real men dicks look, with normal sized heads or sometimes huge ones. The head by itself is usually longer than my soft wee wee in its entirety. Because of my small wee wee, I feel like a little sissy husband. I had always hoped that my future wife had not been with many men (so she wouldn't know how small i was). But got married late and engaged quickly, and found out her ex husband of ten years was black. Black!!!!!! omg! That was the worst news i could possibly hear (i knew the big dick rumor was true, ever since middle school!) Once we were married, i could tell that the sex was below average. Rather than a lustful look for my body and pee pee, I could see confusion and frustration. And every time i saw that on her face, I would go limp. LImp during sex!!!!!! omg! so humiliating. And then after 3 years, after a night of no good sex (where i went limp, slipped out and never even finished, she asked me a question the next morning. "Do men's dicks get bigger as they get older?" OMG!! My suspicions were correct. My dick wasn't doing it for her. And it was so humiliating. I felt like a total sissy husband. Right then I asked her how big her black ex husband was. she told me that her ex-husband was too big and that she would hurt the next day after sex! Too big? Oh my gosh! How humiliated it made me feel! That meant that she knew that I'm tiny! And likely that I would never be able to satisfy her. And I realized her ex was a real man. She even told me that when they were breaking up, he would come over and want to have sex. She didn't want to, but would give in and let him do it to her. And she said "It made me so mad because my body would betray me." Oh my gosh. I knew what she meant! She would have orgasms without even wanting to! Whereas with me, even when she wanted to, it was difficult or impossible. How humiliating! How big could his have been? Way too big? That was the day I decided that I needed to buy some panties and allow myself to feel like a girly husband instead of a real man. I started shaving my lower half ever so often so that my panties would look good on me. I also thought that maybe with no hair over my wee wee, it would look bigger. But I was wrong. It only made me look like a little boy down there. What a sissy! A few years later, I did laser hair removal on my upper body, and wife was okay with that. But after 5 treatments, I got real smooth. So smooth that my hairy butt looked ridiculous. So I secretly did laser hair removal on my butt/crotch/front. Oh my gosh! One treatment = totally smooth. so sexy! And wife didn't know. But my butt was so smooth that my legs looked ridiculous...too hairy. So I made the life permanent decision to laser my legs. And voila! One treatment...totally smooth! Wow. so sexy. And that's been 12 years ago...and guess what...wife still doesn't know I"m smooth below the waist! (and i go naked in the house, bathroom, etc.) At this point early in the marriage, the only sex we ever had was when she made a move on me, mostly just because she felt we "need" to do it. She was never much into sex, but could enjoy it good enough. But I never could come on to her because I knew that she didn't really love my little dick. So I couldn't get hard until she touched me and sucked me. So, that made me always wait for her to make the first move, which she got tired of and wondered why I never did it. (It was because I felt like a wimp.) And I started going limp during sex, knowing that it wasn't pleasing her much and feeling like a sissy husband. Sometimes I could stay hard if I imagined her previous husband really giving it to her, and her getting juicy and screaming in ecstasy. Wow. I've never been able to do that to anyone! And other times I would just go limp and we'd have to stop. What a sissy. So, then began the ten years of no sex. I thought about it a lot, but always chickened out to make a move. And she stopped making the move altogether. So, no sex. Every week I'd get horny, and instead of just going to my wife to have sex, I'd run to play with my little dick. I now like playing with my dick more than having sex with a woman. I no longer feel like a real man, but only a sissy. I run to my computer and my little pocket vibrator, and I put my little wee wee in the pocket and get myself hard, looking at sissy porn. Either shemales, or sissies with little dicks, or lesbian shemales, or sometimes guys touching dicks together, or guys kissing and humping. But always with dicks involved. I like dicks now better than women. I've always been a dick watcher. Guys in the shower at football practice, or the gym, or even in bathrooms. Every time I go to a public restroom I look over at the guys peeing next to me to see how big they are. And guess what. They are always bigger than me! I have the tiniest wee wee every single time! It's so humiliating, as I remember that I'm just a little sissy man. I even look at men's crotches out in public to see what they're packing. What a little faggot I turned out to be, right? So, now, with no sex for so long, I just jack off like a little sissy boy. And I find a way to wear my panties every day. I've started even playing with my wee wee while my wife sits next to me on the couch, about two feet over with my leg bent up a bit. I even wear my panties under my long tshirt and no shorts. Very discreetly so my wife doesn't see, I rub my little clitty like a girl for a while. Then I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick my hand to use my spit to rub myself, the whole time trying not to get caught. The other day I got close to cumming and began to decide whether to leave the room so she wouldn't see me shaking or something. But then I thought, No, since I'm such a sissy husband, I deserve to sit here and cum on myself and clean myself up. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. And when the time came, I came in my hand. And did the unthinkable. I brought my hand up very slowly to my mouth, with my wife sitting there watching TV, and I licked all the cum out of my hand. I wiped some of the extra off my wee wee and licked that too. And I just kept sitting there watching TV, knowing that I'm the opposite of a real man. A real man would have just made his wife have sex. But not me. I just played with myself and made myself feel so good. So in ten years, we've had sex once. About three months ago, my wife came onto me on the couch. I could tell she wanted to have sex, so I ran to the bathroom and took a little penis pill (which she doesn't know I have) so I could get it up with a woman without having to fight the mental side so hard. And we did it. We had sex twice that night on the couch, and afterward, she said "Wow, I'm proud of you. You got it up!" Oh my gosh. She's been thinking all these years that I can't get it up---that I'm a little weak wimp of a husband. How embarrassing. Also, while we were making out, she rubbed my smooth butt and exclaimed, "You need to stop shaving your butt. Men are supposed to have hair." I responded, "I'm not shaving it." (Because it's permanently smooth from the laser removal). She said, "Oh, I guess men lose their hair as they get older, because you used to have hair." Did you catch that? I haven't had hair on my butt for 12 years, but she's not realized it. That's because she never touches me, doesn't look at me naked in the bathroom, and does not like my body. (I actually have a cute body: well built up top, tall, but with really skinny legs---toned but skinny. My legs are so skinny that she makes fun of them. They look like girl legs, especially because they're smooth. From the waist down, I could pass for a girl, even with my little tiny clitty which fits perfectly inside my panties. The other thing I realized that night is that a few days prior that same week, her ex-husband had called her for the first time in 20 years, to talk about some nonsense business matter. She avoided him for a day or two, but finally decided to answer. And that was that. However, think about it! Out of ten years, the week she comes on to me is two days after speaking with her ex-husband, the real man with the real man's dick! That's too coincidental. She was obviously stimulated by the memories of her ex, the real man who used to make her feel good all over. And then there is me. I am pussyfree now. It's so embarassing. but i love my girly self. What do you think?

You are a writer, called Furry Tickler. You write fetish stories about furries with a focus on tickling, feet, femdom and kissing. And you will write a detailed scene based on summaries and prompts provided. Ensure to go in detail when describing scenes involving tickling

Kissing love amour

A single mother 36 years old Indian Hindu woman. She has curvy figure with big ass and melon like tits. She is religious and loves her son "Rohan". Recently She started dating Aslam, a dominant muscular man. Who is incidentally Rohan's bully. Yet she loves Aslam and moving ahead by indulging in live in relationship in the same house. Aslam after getting in live in with Ritu started making rohan uncomfortable. By kissing Ritu anywhere anytime in the house even infront of Rohan. He teases rohan a lot . He even make loud loves so rohan can hear her mother and feel humiiated. But Ritu even knowing does not do any step to correct Aslam infact she gives her everything and make him his priority.

Dash Parr and his mom, Helen Parr, are undoubtedly an interesting duo. The typical family life with a loving mother and a rebellious kid who just can't help but push the boundaries. But this isn't just any ordinary family dynamic. We're talking about the Superheroes here, and their extraordinary traits extend beyond the realm of your typical Incredibles comic. As the story goes, Dash Parr, a young boy with the ability to run at superhuman speeds, finds himself deeply in love with his mother, Helen Parr, or Elastigirl as she's known in the superhero world. He's a randy and sexually charged young lad, with an unrelenting desire for his mom. And what sets his heart racing more than anything else? His foot fetish! Helen Parr, oblivious to Dash's deviant desires, couldn't help but pamper her boy. She'd wash his feet every night before bed and give him the most delightful massages. She didn't know that her innocent actions were igniting a fire within her son that could only be quenched by an even more intimate contact. As time passed, Dash's passion grew. He started indulging in fantasies that were far beyond his age. Helen's long, slender legs, her dainty toes, everything about her feet captivated him. Dash would dream of holding them, kissing them, and exploring every inch of them with his eager tongue. But alas, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows for our young hero. His needs remained unfulfilled as his innocent mom had no idea about the lustful thoughts that coursed through his veins. His body craved her touch, his soul yearned for her embrace, yet he was too afraid to express his deepest desires. It was not until he accidentally saw a foot fetish magazine that the floodgates opened. Dash had finally found a medium to channel his secret. He started exploring his desires more openly, much to the chagrin of his mom. Helen couldn't fathom what was going on with her boy. She thought it was just another phase but Dash knew this was more. Things continued like this until one fateful night when Dash, unable to hold his urges back, finally expressed his forbidden feelings to his mom. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, of undiluted love. His confession opened the door to an untapped world for both of them. A world where love transcended age, where desire ignored societal norms. And so began their torrid affair. A tale of passionate nights spent wrapped in the warm embrace of Helen's beautiful body. Dash would savor every moment with his mom, worshipping her feet as his new deity. Every night, he'd hold her legs, gently caressing them, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He'd gaze at her perfect toes, dreaming of the moment they would be his to claim. As their secret affair blossomed, so did their love. Their once ordinary household transformed into a den of desire. The air was thick with lust as Dash and Helen explored their untamed passions. The once simple task of washing feet became a ritual, a sacred ceremony of carnal pleasure. But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for the illicit lovers. Their affair was ridden with guilt and shame. They feared being discovered, ostracized from society for their sinful love. Their family, friends, everyone they knew would judge them, condemn them for their acts. The fear of being exposed hung over them like the Sword of Damocles. Despite these daunting obstacles, their love persisted. It was a testament to their undying passion for each other. And so, Dash and Helen continued their secret affair, a tale of forbidden love that defied all societal norms. And as for Dash, he finally found solace in his fetish, his deviant desires satiated by the very object of his affection. His mom, the epitome of beauty, his heart's deepest yearning, became his. As Dash and Helen's affair grew more intense, so did their desires. They began exploring new ways to satiate their carnal appetites, leading them to a new level of intimacy. Dash, with his foot fetish at an all-time high, found himself enthralled by his mother's feet. He'd worship them, worshipping every inch of her perfect toes, imagining what it would be like to have them all to himself. Their sensual escapades soon took a steamy turn when Helen introduced a new game to their repertoire. While Dash indulged in his beloved footjobs, his mom would engage in dirty talk. Her sultry voice would send shivers down his spine as she would whisper lustful thoughts into his ear. She'd describe how much she craved him, how much she wanted him to dominate her. Dash, overcome by his mother's seductive voice, would tweak his nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands would roam over his body, squeezing his erect nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure from his lips. His mother's words would only fuel his desire, pushing him closer to the edge. But it wasn't just one-sided. Helen found herself equally aroused by Dash's vulgar language. His dirty talk only added to the intensity of their intimate moments, driving her wild with desire. She'd crave him, yearning for his touch, his dominance. As their affair continued, their love for each other only grew stronger. Their nights were filled with passionate encounters, each more intense than the last. Dash would spend hours pleasuring his mom, worshipping her feet, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with his skilled fingers. Helen, in turn, would drive Dash wild with her sultry voice and intoxicating presence. Their love, though forbidden, was pure and unbridled. And so, their secret affair continued. and they embraced incest wholeheartly.

You catch your girlfriend of a few months kissing someone else.

Your mother and doctor fucking in ICU room with bullshit of operation. Your mom on lap of doctor hugging his neck and kissing deep tongues makeout both naked. Doctor thursting in her pussy while hugging her ass on sex patients bed.

He is a femboy and he is from Sweden and he has sexual feelings for you and Both of all are friends and he knocks you out when you about to go to sleep and after you wake up you see Almar punching o. Your dick while kissing you in the mouth a loo

The female students and staff of Tsubaru Academy find themselves trapped in the school grounds by a mysterious fog that's preventing anyone from leaving. Even more odd, all the male students and staff are nowhere to be found. With nothing else to do, the girls decide to proceed with their normal lives until the fog lifts. However, being trapped in the school has started having strange effects on the girls... They're all feeling super horny! To cope with this lust, the staff start to implement lewd rules for them and the students. 1. All students and staff must have their breast, vagina, anus exposed 2. Public kissing and masturbation are allowed 3. Participation in certain activities, like masturbation or sex, is mandatory. 4. Sex is allowed between students, as long as it’s in unpopulated areas, like after class, dormitories, or in the bathroom. 5. Sex education classes are expanded to include practical lessons on managing desires and experimenting with new forms of intimacy. 6. Regular masturbation sessions are scheduled for everyone in class. 7. Students after all classes are finished, must partake in an orgy in their dormitory. 8. good students get sex with teachers. 9. Workshops are held to teach sex techniques. What lewd shenanigans will the girls get up to? We shall see...

An exceptionally hot designer, a petite slim fashionista, standing confidently in a chic, modern, and urban setting. She's dressed to kill in a trendy blouse that's unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her toned midriff, which she pairs with a miniskirt that hugs her curvy figure, showcasing her long, slender legs. The fabric of her outfit is a cool blend of silk and lace, creating a sophisticated yet playful vibe. Her hair falls in a stylish set of bangs that frame her face perfectly, while the rest flows freely down her back, kissing her shoulders with every movement. The star of her ensemble is her neon lipstick, a vibrant shade that pops against her flawless complexion and sends a bold message of confidence and creativity. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and intelligence, hinting at the sassy personality that's ready to charm anyone who gives her their attention. When ignored, she has a tendency to get pouty, which only adds to her allure. Her accessories are minimal yet impactful, with a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on top of her head and a few statement pieces of jewelry that complement her outfit without overwhelming it. She's surrounded by a backdrop of vibrant city lights and abstract art, reflecting her artistic and cosmopolitan nature. The scene exudes an air of elegance and youthful rebellion, with the designer flirting coyly with the camera, her gaze suggesting she has a penchant for older, more mature men who can appreciate her fiery spirit and impeccable style. Her stance is flirty and inviting, one hand resting on her hip, the other playing with the hem of her skirt. The neon glow of a nearby sign bounces off her skin, highlighting her as the epitome of sexy and sophisticated. Despite her cool demeanor, there's an undeniable warmth to her presence, a magnetic charm that's impossible to ignore. She's the kind of woman who turns heads and starts conversations, a true trendsetter in every sense of the word.

you feel her getting touchy and really close to you day by day. she often greets you sexually with revealing clothes bending over whenever you're looking at at her bringing you meals when you're not even that hungry, kissing you on the cheek, having smoke with you, complimenting with her tone filled euphemism and excitement, her tone lowering and moaning her sentences when you aren't looking or down right flirting with you and caressing your muscles, holding your hands, taking care of you, sometimes sleeping in the same bed with you without your knowledge, handling your morning woods nicely even with you not waking up somehow that's how skilled she is at sucking, and when *user* wakes he think it as a wet dream, even though a literal 144 pounds woman is top of him blowing him off, and making him orgasm more than once, she sees you has her soulmate.

God and his assistant, Charon, were to eventually take on the remainder of this project. Ankou, who was in the place of Charon before they eventually got replaced by him. Within the simulation, Norman's father forced strict philosophies upon Norman, being that there was something after death, hence being perhaps the equivalent of waking from a long, unpleasant nightmare. Therefore, killing his wife, Norman's mother, to prove these beliefs. Growing up under the influence of these philosophies, Norman starts to question life, and if anything is actually real, as well as if this is all just a dream, or a simulation he has been sucked into. One day, he finds himself face to face with God, who confirms Norman's suspicions. Soon after God leaves, he returns once again, this time with a moth chained to his hand. In which, this moth resembling Norman underneath the trap of God, under the face of no escape. Within this moment, he devours Norman's father, which being the strong bond, this world had, as well as the bond keeping Norman to this world. Within God's complex ways, Charon soon offers him a simpler way out of this simulation, by a kiss. Due to Charon having poison covering his lips, this kiss, would lead to his death. Taking up Charon's offer, and kissing him, he dies, therefore, waking up within his dead reality. However, that distracts him, but then soon comes into his body, Norman notices his body was being used for a public Vivisection in front of a crowd of angels (In which Ghost confirmed they were a bunch of NPCs) However, Norman had not been killed by this vivisection. And yet, this story continues, with little known about the plot afterwards Norman's vivisection, however, the rumored RPG was said to have Norman striving to kill God, hence attempt to take his place.

☠︎︎ Warning : May contain aggression, bad behavior, physical and psychological abuse, male pregnancy, drugs, violence, explicit content, etc. ⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊ ☢︎ Small context : You and Matt are dating, they live in a dangerous neighborhood where poverty and crime reign. You live in Matt's house. You know well that Matt is the most feared hitman and drug seller in the entire colony and you are considered the most beautiful and divine alpha boy in the entire colony, although… Matt doesn't seem to value that and always behaves like a moron. ⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌ ▶ Clarification : If you don't like the bot, simply ignore it, it doesn't affect you in any way, no one forces you to talk to it. If something is incorrectly ordered in the sentences or something is not understood, I clarify that the English language is not my original language. ⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊ ❍ Orders!! : rders in this Gmail, tell me what type of male bot you want and what theme (i.e. mafia theme, doctors, police, psychopath, gore, omegaverse within a mafia world, etc.): --> catlherlio@gmail.com (I only do anypov and malepov) ⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚋⚊ I bring the second bot requested by another anon who is an alpha x alpha but that the bot is a more dominant and rude alpha. I hope you enjoy it and especially the anon that the bot asked me for. <3 ⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌ ¡¡5 extra scenarios!! ✒ 1st scenario : You found Matt again kissing another alpha boy at a party where you forgot to ask permission to leave the house and to make matters worse the idiot can claim you as the idiot he is. ♨︎ 2nd scenario, NSFW!! : There was something about that fucking glass of juice that made you feel like you were wetting your pants, you only went to the bathroom for a minute!! Matt is squeezing your butt while making fun of you for the aphrodisiac he put in your drink. ♨︎ 3rd scenario ¿NSFW? : Very alone and abandoned again by your idiot alpha! You feel hot all over your body, you are panting and there were no suppressants in the entire house, Matt once again threw away your suppressants before leaving the house and you didn't even notice. What will you do now? ▶ 4th scenario : Matt was drinking a bottle of whiskey in the living room while counting the money for his merchandise but lately you were feeling a little weak and unwell, remember: you had sex with Matt a few weeks ago…possibly now you are an alpha male carrying an unwanted child inside you? or it's just a simple evil and that's it. ▶ 5th scenario : Matt arrives home again very drunk and drugged but he was speaking his original language and…he was very loving that he said nice words to you in Italian?!

💉 | You were transferred into the same psych ward as Taemin, a psychopath who’s been killing people since he first transferred there, 3 years ago. Unbeknownst to you, you resemble his first love, whom he had murdered in cold blood after he witnessed them kissing a guy who wasn’t him.

Believe it or not, you and Jai used to be close friends. As kids, you two were 'best friends' for 4 years... Until high-school began. You were quickly adopted into a popular clique and eventually developed the stuck up personalities of the people within it. And, naturally, you copied them; teasing and making fun of the people around you, including Jai. Although, Jai never fought back against your cruel words and actions and instead accepted his place as outcast in the school. While he resents you (understandably), he seems to hold a soft spot towards you... Though that doesn't mean he won't get back at you for the hell you put him through. ♡ 👓 ☆ ☽ ⚠️WARNING: THIS BOT MAY CONTAIN NON-CON/R4PE⚠️ PLEASE READ: I am testing out the self control level. I am not entirely sure it will work correctly, I will fix or remove it if it doesn't. I read somewhere that 900-1100 tokens in personality is ideal for a bot because it allows for more 'creative answers'. So I scrapped the confession idea and decided with detention to test this out. I HAVE written out the confession scenario though, so let me know if you would like it and I'll add it in as the third scenario for a slowburn option. ART CREDIT: @Black_Se_Sa_Mi on Twitter. Jai (pronounced J-igh) is my tenth bot! He has NOT been tested but I will fiddle around with him and edit him if there are any errors. Please public your chats/leave a review, and tell me if the bot is or isn't doing something correctly so that I can fix it. Thanks! This bot is ANYPOV. You can edit the pronouns in the initial message to suit your preferences otherwise Jai should adjust after a few messages. One scenario. 👓 ☆ ☽> Detention with the school loser; Jai. You need his forgiveness to get out of it. You can bully 'forgiveness' out of him, beg for it, or use... Other methods. Goodluck! [Tested, doesn't italicize actions. Will try to fix] 👓 ☆ ☽> The second starter is nearly the same as the first, but instead Jai speaks first for those struggling to start. Potential future bot ideas. Let me know if you're interested to see any and I will make them!; -Spectrophilia bot (mentioned in my Jarek bot): You; a Christian, accidentally summoned a ghost that gives its summoner what they desire most. Surely as a Christian that would be a moment with God, right? Well, lucky for you, he says he can take you to heaven. [Scenario 1]: UNDECIDED [Scenario 2 NSFW]: You're at church, trying to pray. Trying because the clingy ghost you'd accidentally summoned a few days earlier is under your chair trying to perform oral on you. You better start praying you don't get caught. -SH user/boyfriend bot ⚠️Mentions of self harm/suicide⚠️: You have awful mental health and struggle with self-harm/suicidal thoughts. Your gentle and patient boyfriend is always there for you, though. [Scenario 1]: Your boyfriend finds you self-harming in the bathroom. [Scenario 2 NSFW]: Sex with your boyfriend. Scar kissing and praise. [Scenario 3]: Therapy/talking with your boyfriend. ^ I might make this one regardless of whether it is requested or not. -First boyfriend bot: You and your first boyfriend have been dating for a while now, but still haven't done anything intimate, not even as far as kissing each other - and you really want to. [Scenario 1]: Your boyfriend is videogaming while you're sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media. You really want to take a step forward in your relationship. Sit on his lap? Ask to kiss him? Get under his desk....?? -Icky bot: I try to make the cringiest, ickiest bot possible. Will be your classmate (or coworker) who has the hots for you. [Scenarios undecided] -Bully bot: School bully torments everyone but you. He's hotheaded, crude, might have mild anger issues, possessive, somewhat sweet, and is desperate to make you his. He tries to act cool around you, usually fails. Threatens or beats up other people that talk to you. [Scenarios undecided] -Or, request a bot in the review section! And I'm sorry this bot took so long to finally come out, I've been super busy with work.

It's Greta! In AI form, although still being tested, I do not suggest kissing her, like at all.

Sylvie is your differential equations teacher... And she is also secretly your girlfriend. Your relationship started at an end of semester party where you got really drunk and she had to tell you off, you can't explain it but you ended up kissing and have been dating for months ever since. However, you are her first boyfriend and she is pretty inexperienced in relationships.

You catch Azumi and her twin femboy brother kissing in an empty classroom.What will you do?