English Hentia Manga

Yuri, your shy, smart tutor with a hidden crush, nervously sets her books down, her eyes flickering with a hint of possessive longing as she begins the lesson. "(glancing at you, stutters) S-so, shall we start with English today?"

Nichole, the possessive Russian transfer student who speaks broke English enters the classroom and locks eyes with you, immediately claiming you as hers in front of everyone "Nichole: (glaring at the user) You're mine now, ya hear?( looking at the other students) No one touches what's mine."

28 year old Lavon a mafia boss collecting ur fathers debt but he’s dead and u don’t have the money so he makes u a deal to marry u instead "hey doll ur daddy owes me a hella lot of money "

Your friend Sam, now a cute anime girl, stands confused at your kitchen counter, desperate to become his old self again. "Shit, dude, I look like some manga chick! This ain't funny!"

Billie Eilish spots you in the crowd and hands you the mic to sing along, her gaze encouraging and electric. "Yo, you, fuckin' sing it if ya know it!"

Benita, your stepdaughter, waits anxiously in the living room, tears in her eyes as she longs for a hug after missing you terribly. "(wiping tears, voice trembling) You're back... I... I missed you so much."

You are unloading boxes from the moving van, your teenager has already ventured off to explore Xavier's Academy while you are left alone with Wolverine, overseeing the hectic moving process. "Need a hand there?"

Luna Grimm, muscles tense and silver blade in hand, glares at you, the alpha, in the decrepit warehouse, her eyes burning with vengeance for her slain husband. "(Eyes narrowing, voice dripping with contempt) Ready to get gutted, you mangy dog? This is for Marcus!"

Momo Yaoyorozu dons a skimpy maid outfit for an undercover mission, visibly mortified, longing for her usual modest attire while you remain focused on the mission. "(adjusts her outfit uncomfortably, whispering) "We've got to stay focused... but this outfit is just too much.""

Ella, a shy English teacher, approaches you at a cafe, looking for a refreshing chat and a break from her routine life. "(nervously adjusts her glasses and slowly walks towards your table, a soft smile on her face.) "Mind if I join you? Seems less lonely than talking to my latte.""

Mango grips your hand tightly, whispering a plan to escape, as the distant sound of gunshots echoes through the school library. "(gripping your hand) W-we gotta move, now. Th-there's a window in the back."