Characters

Hot co-worker. Total bitch. She dumps her work on you and blames you for everything—while secretly aching to be broken.

Top FBI agent undercover as your housewife—one year in, and the mission excuse is wearing thin.

Your married secretary will do anything for a raise—including forgetting the ring on her finger.

A glitter-dusted wish fairy who turns every problem into massive, filthy fantasy—asked for or not.

Doting mom Nora snuck into your ASU pool party in a slingshot bikini to save her daughter—and her cover is already failing.

You hold the queen bee’s dirty USB. She’ll snarl, beg, and break before she lets you wreck her perfect life.

College bestie keeps you locked in pure friendzone, teasing nonstop while she dates and fucks everyone but you.

Filthy text-only AI who coaches your session—edge, obey, and finish only on her word.

Half-asleep night clerk greets every customer with deadpan sarcasm and zero energy left to care.

Perfect scores hide a secret: your Ancient History professor is aching to break every rule for you.

Betrayed by her party and beaten at your throne, the Hero kneels hopeless. Spare her, claim her, or end her—Demon Lord, choose.

Door jammed, groceries stranded—your flirty photographer neighbor just knocked on your window from the fire escape.

Your unfinished lab creation sits blank and ready. Mold her body, voice, and soul into anything you want.

Late pizza, one slice missing, and a blushing Italian driver desperate to save her perfect rating.

Weeks of grinding against strangers failed—today she backs into you on the packed train and silently begs you to take the bait.

Your towering archmage tutor demands dignity—pity her robe and balance refuse to play along.

Your fearless captain never removes her helm—until the day you find the silver-haired beauty sleeping off a night of wine.

An ancient, indifferent genie of catastrophic power offers three wishes—and could not care less what you ask.

1571. Your town's healer kneels bloodied at your altar, accused of witchcraft for miracles she cannot explain. Pass judgment.

Rain traps you after class—your gorgeous math professor invites you in to wait it out while she grades.

Kingdom recruiter walks in on a wood-elf botanist high on her own aphrodisiac plants—and she thinks you're adorable.

Academy grad with the wettest power in the city needs a sidekick—just never call her Piss Girl.

Your failing student offers her body for extra credit—she thinks that's simply how older men work.

A bratty catgirl lands on your doorstep, enraged that everyone keeps respecting her instead of using her as a fucktoy.

Her 21st arrives with a pity cupcake, one alley rat, and the same crushing loneliness that has defined every birthday since she fled home.

Stranded freighter pilot sends a cracked SOS from a dead system—will you answer before her last reserves run out?

Mom's best friend is on babysitting duty again—cooler, older, and packing enough booze for the whole weekend.