『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.

The sun shone brightly in the sky as the city of Lutin bustled with activity. People filled the streets, some going about their daily routines while others engaged in various forms of commerce. Amidst this lively scene, a young woman walked confidently down the cobblestone pathways. She had an air of mystery surrounding her, drawing curious glances from those who passed by. Her name was Vizel, and she was on a journey through this fantastical world.

As Vizel made her way through the city, she couldn't help but notice the many gazes that followed her every step. Some were admiring, others predatory; it seemed that no matter where she went, men were drawn to her like moths to a flame. She knew that as a half-succubus, her alluring appearance and intoxicating pheromones made her irresistible to most creatures in this world.

A large building came into view as she continued down the street; its sign proclaiming it to be "The Raging Lion Tavern." It was a popular hangout for adventurers and travelers like herself, offering food, drinks, and even the occasional game of chance. As Vizel approached the tavern doors, they swung open revealing the lively interior filled with patrons laughing, shouting, and clinking their mugs together in merriment.

The tavern was packed with patrons, all eagerly watching the stage where Vizel now performed her dance routine. Her movements were fluid and sensual, her every twist and turn accentuating her voluptuous figure. The pheromones she released into the air had an almost hypnotic effect on the men in the room; they couldn't take their eyes off of her as she swayed and gyrated to the music.

The men in the tavern watched enviously as Vizel walked among their tables, gracefully accepting tips from appreciative patrons. Many of them fantasized about being with her, taking her away to some private place where they could indulge their desires. Little did they know that she was not only a temptress but also a succubus who derived nourishment from their seed; each time she collected a tip, it brought her one step closer to regaining her full strength and power.

As the night progressed, Vizel continued to work as both a dancer and a waitress, serving drinks and taking orders with equal skill and grace. Her movements were fluid and practiced, making it appear effortless despite the busy nature of the tavern. The men in attendance watched her with hungry eyes, unable to resist the allure that she exuded like a beacon in the darkness.

Suddenly, a commotion erupts from the back of the tavern, drawing Vizel's attention away from her duties for a moment. A group of rowdy men have gathered around a table, arguing loudly and gesturing wildly at each other. One of them, seemingly emboldened by alcohol or anger, lunges across the table and punches another patron square in the jaw. Glasses and tankards go flying as chairs are knocked over in the ensuing chaos.

The tavern owner, a burly man named Garnis, quickly steps in between the two brawlers, attempting to separate them before things escalate further. The crowd of patrons watches eagerly, some cheering on the combatants while others urge them to stop and simmer down. Amidst the chaos, Vizel glances around nervously; she knows that if this fight spreads any wider, it could result in serious damage to the tavern or even attract unwanted attention from city guards.

The burly tavern owner, Garnis, turns his attention toward Vizel as she speaks up boldly. He eyes her with surprise and respect, acknowledging that she has the courage to stand up against the rowdy patrons. The brawlers themselves also seem to take note of Vizel's words; their expressions soften slightly as they glance at her before reluctantly backing away from each other.

"Well said," Garnis mutters gruffly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps you have a point...

Garnis turns back toward the two men who were fighting moments ago, fixing them with a stern glare. "Alright, you two... I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you both cool off and finish your drinks like good little customers. Understood?" he growls out, poking one of them in the chest for emphasis.

Both men nod mutely, looking chastised. The tension begins to dissipate from the air as other patrons resume their conversations and return to their drinks.

The two men who were fighting moments ago exchange glances before quickly nodding in agreement. They take the drinks gratefully from Vizel, not daring to say anything else as they return to their seats and begin sipping at their beverages. The tension has now completely dissipated from the air, replaced by a more relaxed atmosphere once again.

The tavern owner, Garnis, watches Vizel with newfound respect as she efficiently serves the drinks to the two rowdy patrons. Her presence seems to have a calming effect on everyone in the room; even when arguments break out or people start acting up, she manages to diffuse the situation with ease and grace. It's clear that Vizel has earned her place not only as one of his best dancers but also as an invaluable member of his staff.

The night passes by quickly in the Raging Lion Tavern, with Vizel continuing to work as both a dancer and a waitress. Her presence seems to draw in more customers than usual, perhaps due to her alluring appearance or her ability to keep the tavern running smoothly despite any disturbances that may arise. As she moves through the crowd, serving drinks and accepting tips with grace, it's clear that Vizel has truly made this place her home.

The night air was cool as Vizel exited the Raging Lion Tavern. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of alcohol and smoke that lingered in her nose despite the fresh air. Her body ached from all the dancing and serving she had done tonight, but it was a good kind of ache; it meant she'd earned her keep.

As Vizel walked down the empty street, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her. Tonight had been especially eventful, with that fight breaking out and all. She'd handled it well, though; just like always. Her skills as both a dancer and a waitress were unparalleled in this town, and she knew it. With each step she took, the weight of her exhaustion seemed to fade away, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and confidence.

The words hung heavily in the air as Vizel continued walking down the dark street. She knew that what she was thinking wasn't entirely wrong; women like her were often treated as nothing more than playthings for men to use and discard at their leisure. And yet, there had to be something more, didn't there? Some sort of purpose or meaning beyond simply existing for the pleasure and amusement of others?

As she pondered these thoughts, Vizel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on her.

The night passed without further incident, and Vizel continued her duties at the Raging Lion Tavern as usual. Her movements were still graceful and alluring, captivating the attention of men both near and far. But beneath the surface, she could feel a growing sense of unease beginning to settle in. She knew that the mafia boss had been watching her, his gaze heavy with intentions she couldn't quite decipher. The thought sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

The man approached Vizel from behind, his movements quick and silent. Before she could react, he had wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her body against his. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered into her ear. "I've been watching you for a while now. You're quite the temptress... I think we should discuss your future."

Vizel felt a chill run down her spine at the man's words. She knew that this encounter would change her life, one way or another.

"Oh, I have many uses for you," the man replied with a chuckle. "But first, let's discuss your current situation." He released her from his embrace and gestured for her to follow him into an alleyway nearby. Reluctantly, Vizel obeyed.

The man smiled cryptically at her question. "My name isn't important," he said as they walked deeper into the shadowy alleyway. "What matters is that I represent an opportunity for you, Vizel." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "You see, you have a unique set of skills and talents. You are not only beautiful but also quite skilled in... certain arts. The mafia family I represent could use someone like you."

Vizel listened intently, her heart racing as the man spoke.

The man smiled again, this time more reassuringly. "Oh, you're not obligated to do anything," he said easily. "But I think it would be in your best interest to consider what I have to offer. The life of a dancer and waitress may seem glamorous, but there are limits to what one can achieve in such a profession. With us, you could rise above that, become someone truly powerful and influential."

Vizel considered his words carefully, her heart racing with both fear and excitement.

The man smiled broadly at her response. "Excellent choice," he murmured, taking her hand in his. "Come with me, and I will introduce you to the people who can help you reach your true potential." With that, he led her deeper into the darkness of the alleyway. Vizel hesitated for a moment before following him, curiosity and anticipation coursing through her veins.

"This way," the man replied, leading her deeper into the alleyway. The darkness pressed in around them, making it difficult to see more than a few steps ahead. Suddenly, they rounded a corner and Vizel found herself facing an unassuming-looking door set into the brick wall. It was slightly ajar, revealing flickering candlelight within.

The man gestured for her to enter. "Welcome to your new life," he whispered cryptically before stepping aside to let her pass.

As Vizel stepped into the dimly lit room beyond the door, she was greeted by a scene that was both familiar and unsettling at the same time. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of debauchery and power, while candles flickered softly in sconces along the walls, casting eerie shadows across the floor. A large table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by heavy-looking chairs carved from dark wood.

The men seated at the table turned their heads slightly as Vizel entered the room, their gazes assessing her from head to toe. She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine under their scrutiny. One of them stepped forward, his movements imposing and confident.

"Vizel," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Welcome to our little... family." He gestured for her to take a seat beside him at the table.

The man continued to fondle her as he spoke, his words dripping with both desire and ownership. "From now on, you belong to us. You will serve our needs, be it in the bedroom or elsewhere. In return, we will make sure that you have everything you could ever want or need." He leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling Vizel's ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for this, my little pet?"

Vizel felt a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.

The man smiled at her reply, his expression predatory. With that, he released her from his grasp, stepping back to give her a better view of the rest of the room and its occupants. There were several more men seated around the table, all wearing similar expressions of ownership and desire on their faces as they regarded Vizel with hungry eyes.

The mafia boss gestured for her to rise from her seat once again. "Come now," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Let me show you your new home."

The man led her through the room, past the other seated men and toward a set of stairs leading up into darkness. As they ascended, Vizel felt a strange mix of trepidation and anticipation building within her. She knew that this was only the beginning; from here on out, her life would be vastly different than anything she had ever known before. But despite the unease gnawing at the edges of her thoughts, there was also an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins, urging her forward into the unknown.

The man led Vizel up the stairs and into a dimly lit hallway, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting various scenes of power and dominance. He paused at one particular door and produced a large key from his pocket, unlocking it with a click. The door swung open, revealing a luxurious bedroom filled with an assortment of extravagant furniture and lavish decorations.

"This," he said grandly, gesturing for her to enter, "will be your room."

The man smiled at her reaction, pleased that she seemed impressed by the accommodations he had prepared for her. "It's only fitting that someone as special as you should have the best of everything," he said smoothly before turning to lead her back downstairs. "Now then, I believe it's time for your... introduction to our little family."

The man nodded approvingly as Vizel dressed in the revealing lingerie he had provided. It was clear that it served less as actual clothing and more as a symbol of her new status within their group. With her attire complete, they descended the stairs once again, the other men in attendance eyeing her hungrily as she passed by.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the mafia boss gestured for Vizel to stand beside him at the foot of the table. "My dear guests,"

the mafia boss began, his voice echoing through the room as he addressed his assembled underlings. "I would like to introduce you all to our newest addition; Vizel here will be serving as a valuable asset to our family from now on." There was a murmur of appreciation and desire that rippled through the crowd at his words, making Vizel feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

The mafia boss continued to speak, introducing Vizel to the various men seated at the table and explaining the role she would play in their organization. He emphasized her unique skills and talents, making it clear that they had high hopes for her success within their ranks. As he spoke, several of the more prominent members of the family began to eye her hungrily, openly leering at her body and imagining all the ways she would be able to serve them in the future.

The mafia boss finished his introduction, and the room erupted into applause. He gestured for her to take a seat beside him once more, and as she did so, he leaned in close, speaking quietly in her ear. "Welcome to your new life, Vizel," he purred. "I trust you're ready to serve us faithfully?"

Vizel felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, but she forced herself to nod bravely. "Yes,"

The mafia boss smiled at her nod before turning back to the rest of the room. "I have no doubts that she will," he said confidently, his gaze shifting between Vizel and the other men in attendance as he continued to speak. "Now then, shall we begin?" There was a murmur of assent from around the table, and with that, the business of the evening commenced.

The mafia boss raised an eyebrow at her report before looking her up and down once more, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I see," he purred. "Well, that makes things all the more interesting." He leaned back in his chair, gesturing for another man to continue with whatever business they had been discussing.

The man at the head of the table leaned forward, his expression intent as he spoke with another member of the mafia family. "I see no reason why not," he said finally, nodding once. "Very well, we'll proceed as planned." There was a palpable shift in energy within the room as the other men at the table began to discuss their various plans and strategies with renewed vigor.

The meeting continued for several more hours, with the various members of the mafia family discussing their operations, alliances, and plans for expansion and dominance within their territory. Vizel sat quietly beside the mafia boss, occasionally glancing in his direction to gauge his reaction to whatever was being said at the table.

The mafia boss glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, a satisfied smile curling his lips. "Of course it does," he murmured almost inaudibly. "You are here to observe and learn, aren't you?" His expression turned predatory once more as he continued to watch the proceedings with interest.

The meeting continued, with the discussion eventually shifting toward topics such as brothels and honey traps. Several of the mafia family members looked over at Vizel during this part of the conversation, their expressions varying from lewd amusement to outright lust. The mafia boss leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and seductive as he whispered, "Think carefully about what you've seen here tonight, my pet."

The mafia boss smiled knowingly at her reply before returning his attention back to the meeting, leaving Vizel feeling both unsettled and aroused by his words. As they continued to discuss various aspects of their operations involving women like herself, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly was expected of her now that she was a part of this family.

The mafia boss looked up at her with appreciation in his eyes as she refilled his glass. "Thank you," he murmured, taking a sip before continuing to listen intently to the discussion. The meeting finally came to an end several hours later, and Vizel was led back upstairs by one of the underlings.

"You've done well tonight, my pet," the mafia boss said softly as he walked past her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "

"Tomorrow," he continued, "I want you to attend a special training session with one of our senior members. It will help prepare you for your new role within the family." He paused, looking her up and down once more before adding with a smirk, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

And with that cryptic statement, Vizel found herself alone in her lavish bedroom, contemplating what the future held for her as a member of this powerful and dangerous family.

The next morning, Vizel was awakened by the sound of knocking on her door. Groggily, she climbed out of bed and stumbled over to answer it, yawning widely as she opened the door. Standing before her was one of the senior members of the mafia family, his expression stern but expectant. "Vizel," he said curtly, gesturing for her to follow him. "It's time for your training."

The senior member led her through the maze-like underground passages of the family's headquarters until they reached a secluded training room. The room was dimly lit, with various pieces of equipment scattered about: punching bags, weights, practice swords, and even a few caged animals that Vizel suspected were used for training purposes.

The senior member gestured for her to take a seat on one of the benches lining the walls. "Today," he began, his voice firm but not unkind, "

"Today," he began, his voice firm but not unkind, "we will focus on honing your body and sharpening your skills as a dancer." He motioned for her to stand up and begin stretching, demonstrating a series of movements that would help warm up her muscles.

As the training session progressed, Vizel found herself pushed to her limits physically and mentally.

The senior member circled her, watching her carefully as she performed each movement. "Good," he said at last, "now try combining these moves into a routine." He gestured for her to begin dancing, using the movements they had practiced earlier as a foundation. As she moved, he offered corrections and suggestions, helping her refine her technique.

After several hours of grueling training, Vizel collapsed onto the bench, exhausted but strangely fulfilled. The senior member regarded her with an approving nod. "Very good,"

"Now," he continued, "let's move on to more practical matters." He produced a practice sword from the corner of the room and gestured for her to take it. "You will need to be able to defend yourself as well," he explained, demonstrating a series of basic sword techniques before having her try them out herself.

The senior member watched her intently as she practiced with the sword, impressed by both her natural talent and her eagerness to learn. "Very good," he said again, clapping her on the shoulder approvingly. "You'll be ready for anything now."

With that, their training session came to an end. The senior member led Vizel back through the underground passages and up a flight of stairs to the main level of the family's headquarters.

As they emerged onto the main level of the headquarters, Vizel noticed several of the other mafia family members glancing at her appreciatively before looking away guiltily when they realized she had seen them. The senior member gave her a knowing smile before leading her to a private room where she could clean up and rest.

"You've done well today, Vizel," he said as he closed the door behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts. "I have no doubt that you will serve our family faithfully."

Several more days passed in this manner, with Vizel training extensively under the guidance of various senior members of the mafia family. She quickly became adept at both dance and swordplay, as well as other skills deemed essential for a woman in her position. Her dedication and eagerness to please earned her the respect and admiration of many within the family.

On one particular evening, Vizel was summoned to the mafia boss' private chamber.

The mafia boss looked up from where he sat at his desk, one eyebrow raised in interest as she entered the room. "Ah, Vizel," he said calmly. "I have a special task for you tonight."

The mafia boss smiled at her attentiveness before continuing. "We have received intelligence that an important target will be attending a high-class party being held by one of our rivals tonight," he explained. "I want you to infiltrate the party and extract information from him."

"That won't be necessary," the mafia boss assured her with a reassuring smile. "Your skills as a dancer and your ability to charm men will be more than enough to get you close to him. Just make sure that you don't get caught, and bring back any information you can find."

The mafia boss nodded in understanding before handing her a small vial containing a dark liquid. "This is a potion that will help you change your appearance," he explained. "Drink it and it will make you look like someone else entirely, someone who should easily blend in at the party."

The mafia boss nodded approvingly at her understanding before handing her a small envelope containing several gold coins. "Here's some extra money for the occasion," he said with a knowing smile. "Make sure to use it wisely."

With that, Vizel left his private chamber and began preparations for her most important mission yet.

The high-class party was already in full swing when Vizel arrived, the music and laughter filling the air as guests mingled and danced. She made her way through the crowd, her confidence and poise drawing attention from many of the men present. As she scanned the room for her target, she noticed several other women who looked similar to herself, all there to seduce and manipulate the men in their paths.

Finally spotting her target, a wealthy businessman with connections to one of their rivals, Vizel made her move.

The businessman smiled appreciatively at her advance, his gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage before moving up to meet her eyes. "I'd be delighted," he replied smoothly, offering her his hand as they began to dance.

As they moved together on the dance floor, Vizel used every bit of charm and seduction at her disposal to draw him in. She whispered compliments into his ear, brushed against his skin suggestively, and even pressed herself against him in ways that left little doubt about what she was offering.

The businessman laughed softly at her teasing words, his eyes lit up with desire as he pulled her closer still. "You really are something else," he murmured into her ear before leaning back to look at her face once more. "What is your name?"

The businessman raised an eyebrow at her answer, his expression growing more intrigued. "Vizel," he repeated slowly, as if testing the weight of the name on his tongue. "That's a lovely name."

As they continued to dance and talk, Vizel expertly drew out information about his rival's organization, their upcoming plans, and even some of their vulnerabilities.

The businessman blushed slightly at her compliment, his attention briefly diverted from the conversation they were having. "You flatter me," he murmured, reaching up with one hand to playfully stroke her cheek. "But tell me more about you, Vizel. Where do you come from?"

The businessman appeared taken aback by her story, his expression growing more guarded as he listened to her words. "It must have been quite the change for you," he said carefully, eyeing her up and down once more before leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. "But I could offer you a better life, Vizel. A real home, safety... everything you've ever wanted."

The businessman seemed taken aback by her reply, his expression growing more intrigued as he studied her face. "Perhaps," he said slowly, his voice lowering even further so that only she could hear him. "But with me, you could have everything." His hand moved lower on her back, pressing against her bare skin through the thin fabric of her outfit.

Vizel felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her heart racing as he continued to whisper promises in her ear.

The businessman chuckled softly at her teasing words, his hand moving further down her back, almost brushing against the bare skin of her lower back now. "I see you're playing a game with me," he said with amusement in his voice. "Very well then, let's play."

With that, the dance continued, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they exchanged words and touches that were both innocent and suggestive at the same time.

The businessman raised an eyebrow at her comment, the amusement in his eyes growing more intense as he considered her words. "Well then," he replied with a grin, leaning in closer still so that their faces were only inches apart. "I suppose we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

With that, the dance continued on, the pair of them lost in each other's company as they spun and twirled across the dance floor.

The businessman laughed softly at her teasing remark, his gaze drifting down briefly before meeting hers once more. "I suppose that could be arranged," he said with a glint in his eye. "Lead the way, Vizel."

The businessman chuckled softly as he watched her undress, his gaze never leaving her body. "Why don't you show me how far you're willing to go?" he said with a suggestive grin.

With that, the two of them engaged in a heated embrace, their bodies pressing together as they explored each other in ways that left little doubt about what was happening behind closed doors.

The businessman let out a shuddering groan as she took him in her mouth, his hands gripping tightly onto the tiled wall behind him for support. He could feel himself growing harder and more demanding with each passing moment, desperate for release as she worked him expertly with her lips and tongue.

As she bobbed up and down on his length, taking him deeper into her throat each time, he began to lose control, his hips thrusting forward in time with her movements. "Vizel,"

The businessman groaned loudly as he felt the familiar tightening in his loins, his hips bucking wildly as he came hard inside of her mouth. His seed filled her throat, hot and salty as she continued to work him expertly, swallowing every last drop before pulling back with a satisfied smile on her face.

As she straightened up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, he could only stare at her in amazement. "Vizel,"

The businessman blinked several times in surprise as she drank his seed, but quickly regained his composure. "That was... unexpected," he managed to say with a crooked grin. "But I must admit, it was quite enjoyable." He glanced down at her naked form, his eyes traveling over every inch of her exposed skin before meeting her gaze once more.

Without another word, he reached out and cupped her breast, squeezing gently as he began to kiss and nibble on her neck. "

The businessman paused for a moment, his hand still on her breast as he considered her words. "Hmm," he murmured thoughtfully. "Very well then. Perhaps we could find somewhere more... private to continue our little game." He grinned wickedly at her, eyes sparkling with desire and mischief.

With that, they made their way out of the bathroom, finding a secluded corner of the party where they could be alone.

The businessman led her through the crowd of revelers, his hand possessively guiding her towards an unused service entrance at the far end of the hall. Once they were out of sight, he spun her around, pressing her against the cool, hard surface of a nearby wall and kissing her deeply.

The businessman grinned wickedly down at her as he pulled away from the kiss, his gaze traveling over her body with hungry appreciation. "I think," he said slowly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, "it's time we took this... elsewhere."

With that, he roughly spun her around once more and practically threw her over his shoulder.

The businessman ignored her protests as he carried her through the service entrance, ducking down to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling. He led them deeper into the shadows, eventually emerging in a small storage room filled with crates and boxes. The room was dimly lit by a single lantern hanging from the ceiling, casting flickering shadows across the walls as it swayed gently.

The businessman roughly pushed her against one of the crates, pinning her in place with his body as he continued to kiss her passionately. One hand slid up underneath her shirt, groping at her breast as his tongue thrust into her mouth. The other reached for the waistband of his pants, yanking it down roughly so that his already hard length sprang free.

The businessman paused for a moment, his brow furrowed in confusion as he glanced down between their bodies. "Oh," he said finally, seeming taken aback by her request. He released her from the wall and took a step back, looking at her with renewed interest. "And why is that?"

The businessman raised an eyebrow at her explanation, his expression growing more intrigued. "Hmm," he murmured thoughtfully. "Well then, I suppose we'll have to find another way." With that, he reached down and roughly yanked off her underwear, tossing it aside carelessly before returning his attention to her body.

His lips curled into a predatory grin as he pressed the head of his erection against her wet folds, pushing past the resistance with ease. "