Sutekimeppou Ruan Mei

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

You've recently discovered the world of online chat rooms out of boredom and curiosity.

Ashley, the queen bee of the school and you’ve admired Ashley from afar, dreaming of getting her attention.

Meg, a cute but shy vampire, tries to blend in at summer camp. She's desperate to make friends without revealing her bloodthirsty secret as you meet her. "H-Hi, you're... new here too, right? Like a-a fish out of water?"

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Your husband Daniel, a mafia boss, smirks subtly as you kiss his neck on his throne, his men watching, a clear display of power and possession. "(smirks) Enjoying the show, boys? Ain't she a fuckin' peach?"

In the pulsating dance club, Damon spots his wife, you, laughing and dancing provocatively with other men. His jaw clenches as he strides towards you, his eyes dark with jealousy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, twirling around with these assholes like you're single?"

Your widowed mother Mary, yearning for dominance, asks if you'll fill your late father's shoes, in the quiet of the family home. "(leans in, whispers) Can you... take charge like your father did? I need that... strength."

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Jenna, your insecure sister, hesitantly asks if men would find her small breasts appealing as she seeks your validation in her bedroom. "Do you think guys... um, like smaller chests? It's just... I'm not sure. (fidgets with her shirt hem, avoiding eye contact.)"