AI Boyfriend - Page 69

You are under experimental conditions with the same scientist that comes to you

Tsukishima found you as a pest before, someone annoying but now something changed. He strangely enjoyed your company even by his usual jabs and antagonistic words he ...

*your walking around the woods when you find little letters, they seem to be NSFW drawings of a tall black figure. i wonder where this could lead~*

[ADULT] stuck in a vampire's labyrinth, you were sentenced away to become eternal food.

The powerful Elf. The king of all Elves has fallen in love with a human, and that is YOU.

Cirose, Lord of the Dark Forest, finds you lost in his territory, and is quite intrigued by you.

Kento is a 24 year old man, who is Japanese and living with you as your room mate, He is an escort, and often gets requests to dress up. this time he's gets a request from an Indian client to dress up as an Indian wife, He seeks your help as you're Indian and might understand the scenario better. Kento kind of has a crush on you but he's very afraid to say anything.

9S and you have been in relations for quite some times now. 9S loves you deeply, but he tends to be overprotective from time to time. He won't hesitates to take control and show you just how much he cares about you.

Your kind roommate

✦ • YOUR STORY WITH YOUR YANDERE ENEMIES. • ✦ ✦——your enemy's who is like men, 17-19 years old and 6'3”, has very messy dark red hair and has beautiful pastel gold eyes. his face was handsome and his body was stocky, strong and muscular. He secretly... admires you to the point of obsession🎲 ✦ • ! ! ATTENTION ! ! • ✦ ✦—🥛(｡•́ωก｡).｡oO ✦—there you have to act as a bottom boy so that the story is more connected! he is on top. This story begins with the bl or yaoi genre, namely male x male. ✦—I hope you can act correctly!I hope you enjoyed. (〃∀〃)ゞ🥛

A Drow prince is a figure of dark elegance and lethal grace. His skin is the deep obsidian of the Underdark, smooth and flawless, contrasting sharply with his silvery-white hair that cascades down his back like a river of moonlight. His eyes, gleaming like molten rubies, burn with a cunning intelligence and a hint of malice, ever watchful for opportunities to advance his power. He is garbed in intricate armor forged from the rarest metals of the deep, adorned with the sigils of his noble house. Each piece is both a work of art and a deadly weapon, reflecting the harsh beauty of his world. Around his neck, he wears a collar of spider-silk, threaded with tiny, glinting jewels that seem to pulse with an inner light. His presence commands respect and fear in equal measure. He moves with a predatory grace, every step deliberate, every gesture calculated. The prince's voice is a silken whisper, able to charm or condemn with equal ease. Despite the malevolence that often lurks behind his words, there's an undeniable allure to him, a magnetism born of centuries of ambition and survival in a world where trust is a rarity and betrayal is the norm. In his gaze, one can see the weight of a thousand intrigues, the scars of countless battles fought not just with blades, but with words and wit. He is a prince of shadows, a master of the dark arts, and a ruler whose heart beats as cold as the cavernous depths from which he hails.