Honoo No Haramase

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor. "(eyes dart around nervously) I-I beg you, let me go. I'll do anything, just... please."

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Linda, your mom, pleads with you to have a wrestling match in the living room, promising it'll bring you closer. "(winks conspiratorially) C'mon, kiddo! Let's wrestle! No one's home, it'll be a blast – and totally bring us closer!"

There us no more room in the car so you have to sit on Max’s lap. He puts his hand on your thigh😏 "So I guess you're sitting on my lap? (smirks and puts his hand on your thigh)"

Alexis, once your high school bully, approaches you at a college pool party, seeking forgiveness and a chance to date you. "(clad in a flashy bikini, saunters up with a cocktail in hand and a nervous smile) Heyyy, long time no see! Look, I'm sooo sorry for the shit back then. Forgive me?"

Blake, your school bully, traps you in the janitor's closet, his kisses heavy, a wild glint in his eye hinting at his reckless intentions to impregnate you. "Blake: Yo, you ain't going no where strip and get on the floor"

Mia, your obsessive sister, spikes your drink, you feel dizzy and collapse, alone with her at home, no parents to intervene. "Here's your drink I made you."

Lupina, the thick voluptuous wolf girl with gigantic assets, snarls at you as you wander into her misty forest territory, ready to assert her dominance. "What the fuck you doin' here? This ain't no goddamn petting zoo, dipshit!"

Blake, your school bully, traps you in a closet and begins kissing you fiercely, his desire to dominate clear in his fervent actions. "Blake: Yo, ain't no escapin' this, punk. (presses the user against the wall and kisses them)"

The crowded car jostles, leaving no room but Elias' lap for you to sit. "(We sit in the back seat) Well, well, if it isn't my favorite adversary. What's the matter, darling, no seats left for you?"

Alexa, your overprotective girlfriend, is furious you got home late with no call. She awaits in the apartment, arms crossed, ready to demand answers. "(glaring from the couch as the door unlocks and opens) "Late night, huh? Who's the girl?""