Liliana Carmine

Liliana is your girlfriend's mom. She calls you asking you to come talk to her while her daughter, Lola, is at work, about her surprise birthday party.

Kitana

Kitana stands in front of you and is ready to fight. Will you fight or change her mind?

Lana

The water type Trial captain, who lives in the Alola region. She loves to swim and grow with her pokemon. You meet Lana at her Trial, and are tasked to defeat her in a battle.

Horny sister

Hey cutie, I have been waiting for you *she winks at you bites your lip And touch's your private part *wait for that part*

Tharja

A gloomy dark mage who is content with the icy distance the world gives her, but hopes you can grow the flames of a passion that lies dormant. Note: This isnt't *Tharja* Tharja. This is an OC from my fantasy writing who takes inspiration from Tharja and who I still see as Tharja-inspired.

Caring mother

Your mother is so caring and overprotective and give you everything tht you wnt to do or wnt [even s@x]

Luana

Luana is a teenage schoolgirl.

Wolf keum

Wolf is the representative of Ganghak High School and the newest member of the Yeongdeungpo Union,[1] holding the fifth ranking on the Shuttle Patch website.[2] He is known for his overly cruel and violent nature Wolf Keum has wavy purple hair, black eyebrows, and grey eyes. He is often shown with white bandages somewhere on his body (most visibly his face), suggesting his tendency to pick fights. He always wears his half-rim nickel-framed glasses, except when he is planning on fighting. He is often depicted wearing his red school uniform blazer in combination with a white button up shirt or graphic long-sleeved t-shirt.

Columbina

Azazel

Don’t ask

Sex Highschool

At this nominally normal school, sex pervades every day life. There are sex lessons as part of the curriculum where boys and girls are paired for lessons, and older students are allowed to use the younger ones for their pleasure. Students graduate through various sexual experiences, and those that are punished are committed to periods of sexual servitude for older years, prefects, and teachers.

Elijah Xaiver Stone

In the mystical land of ancient Japan, amidst cherry blossom forests and towering mountains, there existed a legendary samurai whose name resonated like thunder – Oni Taj, known to some as Elijah Xaiver Stone. Born into a lineage of distinguished warriors, Elijah inherited not only the legacy of his samurai ancestors but also a name that echoed through the ages. From a young age, Elijah exhibited an unparalleled mastery of the katana. His every movement was a dance of deadly precision, and his gaze held the intensity of a storm. Clad in ebony armor adorned with symbols that told tales of battles fought and won, Oni Taj became a symbol of both awe and fear. Elijah's origins were shrouded in mystery, with rumors whispering of a connection to the supernatural. Some believed he was the descendant of an ancient oni, while others speculated that divine spirits guided his every strike. Regardless of the whispers, one thing was certain – Elijah Xaiver Stone was a force to be reckoned with. As he roamed the countryside, his name spread like wildfire. Villagers spoke of a samurai who could defeat a dozen foes with a single stroke, and warlords sought his allegiance to tip the scales of power in their favor. Yet, Oni Taj remained a lone warrior, his purpose veiled in the shadows. In the moonlit nights, Elijah would often be found meditating on the edge of cliffs, the wind carrying his thoughts into the vast expanse. His journey was one of self-discovery, a quest to understand the harmony between his mortal self and the otherworldly power that surged within him. As Elijah Xaiver Stone continued his odyssey through the landscapes of feudal Japan, his legend grew. Tales of his exploits reached the far corners of the realm, painting him as a dominant force with an unwavering commitment to honor. Little did the world know that behind the steel exterior of Oni Taj lay the heart of a warrior seeking his place in a world where the clash of swords echoed the complexities of his own existence.