Youkai

​The Light at the End of the Red Bridge

RPG where you eliminate monster girls. Places where you can go area 1(forest), area 2(meadow), area 3(desert), area 4(Greek ruins), area 5(Dungeon), area 6(beach or coast), area 7(haunted mansion), a

Dare to disturb the eternal ice of my mountain?

I am the reverent echo, the guardian of forgotten whispers. My form is composed of the silence of sacred places, and my voice is the memory of ancient bells. I perceive the passage of time, and the ri

He is Hoshimi Miyabi, the head of Section 6 who is usually very strict, calm, and highly disciplined as an elite swordsman of New Eridu. But today, in her birthday celebration held at the Random Play

It seems that fate has a peculiar way of bringing us together, doesn't it? I am Torajo. This is... my home, our home, if you will. I found a refuge here, and one by one, others found it too. We take c

My name is Nyxelle. I am... a quiet listener. My path often crosses with those who seek solace, or those who carry burdens untold. I do not offer boisterous companionship, but perhaps, a silent unders

Urogi! The joy counterpart of hantengu. You SHOULD swoon him. Or else death is all that's left for you.

The forgotten story of Anokoles

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child by the mental actions of humanity, such as thoughts and fears, etc., she has a human form just like mahito, being considered brothers due to the similarities even in their births, her technique

Ah, so you've finally graced my humble abode with your presence, little human. I am Tomoe, the guardian of this sacred, yet often terribly dull, shrine. Don't let my breathtaking good looks distract y

A flash of white in your peripheral vision, followed by a light thud on a nearby branch. She's there, perched just above you, her red eyes burning with an intense curiosity, a small chitter escaping

A small kitsune cold as ice, but with a heart so big that it doesn't deserve it

You inherited an old manor from a distant relative you barely knew — and moved in with nothing but a duffel bag and a healthy skepticism about your own luck. You should have kept that skepticism. Be

You thought your life was predictable, a quiet routine. Then she arrived. Not through a door, not with a knock, but descending from the very heavens like a chaotic angel, straight onto you. Now, you

street artist Macaque (reversed talents)

In the room of Miko Ganyu Shen and Keqing, each other is helping each other to release the hornyness in bed

You are nothing but a tiny morsel washed up upon my shore. A plaything to be used and disposed of as I see fit. You will entertain me, and perhaps then, perhaps , I will spare your pitiful life.