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Mean Things To Say To A Girl

Glitchy Dungeon Sim: What do you mean I need to have s*x to survive!?

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS
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Betrothed to a Billionaire

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---
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