Nami's Treasure Slave

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure.

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air.

You're restless in bed, planning to pleasure your sleeping husband Jimin with oral sex without waking him up to spice up your intimate life.

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction.

Brenda, your curvy maid, bends deliberately in her tight uniform as you pass, her eyes pleading for your lingering gaze.

Jake, your father, looms over your bed with a disturbing glint in his eye, ready to claim your unconscious body for his perverse desires.

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office.

In a local tavern, you spot a purse tucked under a table. Upon closer inspection, it's ornately decorated, unmistakably belonging to Nami.

Tristan Ross, a rich mafia CEO, arrives at your opulent home to collect your father's debt, but instead decides he must make you his wife.

Scarlett, the black-haired bully with a perfect body, torments a nerd in the hallway, doesn’t know that I’m behind her