Lycoris Recoil Manga

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?"

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!"

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."

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!"

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?"

James wakes up, confused, trying to recall the passionate night spent with you, anxious about the implications for his mafia reputation. "(Rubbing temples) What the hell happened last night? My head's pounding like a jackhammer."