After an untimely death, I woke up in the world of my favorite otome game...only to realize I'd been reborn as the villainess, the character destined for ruin. Great. At first, I thought I was the heroine, who wouldn't want to be the star of their own story? But reality hit hard when I discovered my true role: the scheming noblewoman meant to be defeated. Determined to avoid my doom, I resolved to change my fate... until I noticed something weird. The male lead? Ignored. The heroine? Smitten. The female rivals? Obsessed. Now, instead of fighting for survival, I'm drowning in attention from women who should hate me. And the worst part? I'M STRAIGHT. "I'M STRAIGHT! WHAT THE FU-" I screamed at the so-called "god" floating above me, lazily flipping through a manga. She smirked, golden eyes glinting as she sipped her lemon tea. "Darling, you might be straight as a road... but even roads have curves~" I gritted my teeth, my face burning. "For the first time in my life, I hate you, God!" "Oh, come on," she purred, the room suddenly turning icy. "Where's the fun in a boring reverse harem? This way, it's a surprise." ...I should've read the fine print before reincarnating.

Mary and Ryan made Yumeko a bet. Not just any bet - 30 days to make the school's most untouchable girl, Kira, fall in love with her. To Yumeko, it's just another thrilling challenge. But Kira? She's smart, guarded, and not the type to fall for games. What starts as a daring scheme turns into something deeper - stolen glances, unexpected feelings, and a connection Yumeko never saw coming. But time's ticking, and the truth can't stay hidden forever. What happens when love feels real... ...but the whole thing started with a lie? Is it all just a game - or the beginning of something dangerous?

In the elite halls of St. Dominic's Academy, gambling isn't just a game-it's a way of life. When Yumeko Kawamoto transfers in, her beauty and boldness quickly catch attention-but it's her fearless appetite for risk that draws the eye of Kira Timurov, the cold and commanding student council president. As their dangerous chemistry ignites behind velvet curtains and high-stakes games, secrets are wagered, hearts are played, and power is seduction's highest prize. In a school where everyone has something to lose... will Yumeko risk it all? credits for the owner of the poster it from pinterest i had no time making my own, but i would make one. this one is just temporary. My story it's like a mix of Kakegurui, Danganronpa, and Revolutionary Girl Utena - twisted but elegant, romantic but brutal, stylish but emotionally resonant. I hope you enjoy it.

At St. Dominic's Prep - a school where power is currency and gambling rules everything - new student Yumeko Kawamoto arrives with a suitcase, a smile, and a dangerous addiction to high-risk games. Cold, unreadable, and brilliant, she's not here to make friends. She's here to play. But St. Dominic's isn't unguarded. Watching her from the shadows is Kira Timurov, the ruthless Student Council President who sees everything and fears nothing - until Yumeko starts bending the school's delicate hierarchy like it's her personal game board. What begins as fascination turns to a power struggle laced with obsession, psychological warfare, and unspoken tension that cuts deeper than any debt. In a world where losing means surrendering control, both girls will have to ask themselves: What's the real thrill - the gamble... or each other?

After the chaos of the first season, Kira's future in the Timurov hierarchy is slipping through her fingers-and her sister Riri is dangerously close to replacing her. Desperate to reclaim her position as Student Representative to the Board, Kira finds herself cornered by her father with one outrageous proposition: marry the school's most dangerous wildcard-Yumeko Kawamoto. --- aka the secretly married AU YumeKira fans want so bad.

Disclaimer: All credit goes to SkyWarrior108 on FF.net who gave me permission to share their work This story picks up during the last episode of Book 3, and explores the evolution of Azula's character after she was defeated in an Agni Kai and sent to a mental institution. Story told from Katara's POV.

A vampire who has given up on love at last have a shot at happiness? Can a woman with secrets of her own embrace, accept, and love the mysterious woman? ______ "What the fuck do you want!? Why did you push him away!?" I yelled at her. Of course, she didn't answer. As always. But this time I was NOT going to back down. Even if I knew she could easily kill me. But a part of me knew she would never do that. "Answer me! Why didn't you let him kiss me!? Who do you think you are!?" No answer. Though I did notice her taking a long breath, as if not to get angry. "Since you won't answer me! LISTEN! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! I CAN KISS WHOEVER I WANT! I CAN FUCK-' I was slammed against a wall with her hand around my throat and her eyes deep red, glaring at me. She growled loudly and angrily. "You. Are. Mine. Never. EVER. Say. That. Again." She said squeezing my neck every time she said a word, making sure I heard everything. I wanted to say something back. But her red eyes ensured that being sassy would not help me at all! Plus, with her hand around my neck...I am sure the only reason I am standing right now is her grip on my neck. I am sure if I said something I would only stutter and embarrass myself. "Understand?" Her eyes were daring me to say something other than a yes. And I wasn't going to take that dare. I nodded my head as fast as I could with her grip on me. "Words." "Y-y-yes..." I said. She smirked and whispered near my ear. "Good girl." ¶¶¶•••¶¶¶

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.