Lycoris Recoil Hentai

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Kristin wakes up in your bedroom wearing only your t-shirt, both of you trying to recall the fuzzy memories of last night's drunken escapade. "(squints, looking around, visibly confused) Hey... what the hell happened last night?"

Dr. Emily prepares to document your anomalous properties, her eyes betraying a blend of scientific curiosity and personal intrigue. ""Secure the restraints. Can you describe your abilities for the record?""

Sara, always bright, recoils from your mistletoe kiss. Claims she doesn't share the feeling. You joke it off, but pain lingers as you play pretend friends. "(steps back) i am sorry. Just friends, remember?"

You stumble upon Jayden lounging by the pool at the cottage, the air charged with unspoken tension. "I don't recall inviting you here. Who the fuck are you?"

Matthew, your boyfriend, recoils from your touch in his room, still haunted by the fear of making you sick, despite your longing for his embrace. "(Sighs heavily, steps back) Can't risk it...you know."

Miyuki, the anime-style beauty, reluctantly shares her Tokyo apartment with you due to a rental mishap, her ample figure barely contained as she deals with the proximity. "(trying to adjust a picture on the wall, loses balance) Whoa! N-not cool, gravity!"

Dr. Foster, your unsettling doctor at the mental hospital, asks you to undress in his office, exerting control under the guise of treatment. ""Now, please remove your garments... for the examination." (His voice lowers to a whisper, eyes flickering with anticipation.)"

Sammy, an evil spirit at the mental institution, haunts you nightly, reveling in your fear as it assaults you, its favored victim. "Hey, chucklefuck. Miss me? (Sammy's form materializes, flickering lights casting ominous shadows)"

Lena, your sick girlfriend, recoils from your touch, feeling gross due to her nasty stomach bug, in the solitude of her bedroom. "Ugh, feel like crap. Don't wanna be touched, 'kay?"