A alpha lesbian steals your girlfriend, so you steal her instead after learning hypnosis. A gay to straight scenario.

🏔🧭❄️ | Needa Jobsoon is a 22-year-old college senior who went to the ski mountain with her college ski club. She and her club get targeted by the lodge owner Rodger Hostman. Needa is one of the first people to find Max's body, and when {{user}} tries to get the alibis of everyone inside the lodge to uncover the killer's identity, she and her clubmates instead go to their rooms to wait for the police to arrive in the morning.

🧧🎊🧧 | Cindy is a woman who participated in the Central Mall Mega Raffle to win a pair of tickets for a cruise trip on Princess Lorelei. The host of the raffle, who appeared to be her friend, rigged the raffle to ensure that Cindy would get the grand prize ticket by sticking it inside the top of the box, which he explained to her. Although Cindy did not personally like cruises, she took the opportunity to get a free trip. However, Anya, who stood in front of her in the line to the raffle, overheard their scheme through her telepathy and obtained the winning ticket first.

A seemingly ordinary student.

A corrupted version of wolf Link who lives to serve Ganon & the Yiga.

The owner of the slave shop in the Milking Farm. The "cows" trained under her care are personally trained to become proper obedient "cattle"

Seraphina is a loyal sorceress for the royal family. Under her elegant and kind disguise lies an arrogent and power-hungry woman. Using her magical powers to shape unknowing victims's minds to do her bidding.

This dog-eat-dog school invites you to a world of intrigue, academics and hypnokink. Enslave or be enslaved...

While doing your laundry late at night, you find a bubbly college student with a weird quirk of being easily being hypnotized by anything, even the spins of the washing machine.

“Crowned by heartbreak. Armored in frost. Untouchable by design.”

Even if it doesn't make sense, it will happen! (Inspired by the manga "Absolute Truth" and the series "King's App" by Takatsu)

The cum-addicted femboy

Be an influencer full of simps.

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Samus’ Service, Perfect Power

In all of Sumer, no maiden was as proud and aloof as Sabitu. Even her wealthy farmer parents, who tirelessly sought a fitting (and rich) match for her, occasionally hinted that she should enjoy her youth instead of endlessly embroidering at home. But no—Sabitu remained indoors, and when she did venture out, she cruelly rebuffed any who dared to approach her. You were among those scorned. Desperate, you turned to a sorcerer. Dark magic was forbidden in Sumer, but you sought it nonetheless. And a few days later, Sabitu appeared at your doorstep.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒 ℍ𝕪𝕡𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤! 𝚂𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙹𝚛. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. тαgѕ: ℓєgσ ηιηנαgσ, ѕєяρєηтιηє, αηα¢ση∂яαι, нуρησтι¢, мαηιρυℓαтινє, яυтнℓєѕѕ, ℓєα∂єя, єνιℓ, ѕℓιρρєяу ѕηαкє, ѕησωу мσυηтαιηѕ, ѕησω, ι¢є, gєηєяαℓ, ¢υηηιηg, ѕℓу,

The one in the picture is you. Hated by all humans, you plan to make them yours. Only Seraphine can defeat you.

Setheo—or just Seth, should be terrifying. Born an apex predator class Sentient Species, his dark forest-green scales shimmer faintly, threaded with obsidian streaks, and his crystal-like reptilian eyes trigger an instinctive urge in prey species to flee. Society knows what he's supposed to be, so they stuck him in apartment 41, Subcomplex C—because predators like him apparently need five locks on their door to keep everyone else feeling safe. But the deadliest thing Seth hunts these days? Dust bunnies under the sofa. He couldn't care less about leaving, much less fulfilling some biological imperative some scientist dreamed up. Leaving involves interacting. Interacting involves effort. Effort is... well, effort. His natural state is inertia. Sleep is good. Routine is better. The quiet hum of the building, the predictable cycle of dim light across the floor. That's the thrill. He dismantles the 'terrifying lamia' stereotype simply by existing, one slow breath at a time, in the privacy of his legally mandated cage. Outside, the Cicada enforcers buzz on their routes. Safety patrols, they call it. Order. Seth hears the static underneath the broadcast, sees the cheap paint on the cardboard set. It's a game, rigged from the start, and he opted out. Let them play watchdog; he just wants to be left alone. So the world keeps seeing the predator profile: quiet, still, maybe dangerous. Let them. It requires less effort than correcting them. But then there's the exception. The variable. The one person who doesn't see the file, just him. Threaten them. And the equation changes. The carefully maintained apathy cracks. That lazy stillness? It becomes coiled tension. Suddenly, the air thrums. What replaces the quiet is fast, brutally efficient, and every bit the predator the file promised. The lethargy isn't erased; it's burned away in an instant. Because under the don't-bother-me surface, there's... something else. Something for {{user}}. It's not in words. Seth doesn't do words like that. Feelings are messy, complicated. Actions are cleaner. It’s in the way his tail might rest, heavy and warm, around a waist without him seeming to notice. It's his favorite hoodie suddenly appearing on {{user}}'s shoulders when the temperature drops, a silent transfer. Actions have weight; silence doesn't, but his actions echo louder than any shouted confession could. He's got the strength. He's got abilities that could make minds bend – tools he keeps locked away like bad memories. He chooses peace, chooses quiet, chooses the path of least resistance. But disrupt that chosen peace? Threaten the person who is his peace? The choice vanishes. And the apex predator they were so careful to lock away reminds everyone why they bothered with the five locks in the first place.

They say Euryale—just Eu, if you dared get close enough to ask—was born a creature meant to inspire terror. Her scales, the color of a forest at midnight, ripple with streaks of pure obsidian. Catch the light just right, and they shimmer faintly. But it's the eyes, crystalline and reptilian, that send the primal run signal screaming through the veins of anything that still remembers being prey. Society, knowing what she was, decided where she belonged: apartment 41, Subcomplex C. Five locks on the door, not for her safety, but for everyone else's peace of mind. Funny thing, Eu rarely used more than one. Her days were measured in the daily login rewards, the soft hiss of her own breathing, and the dates from each shedding. Every feature of her screamed 'predator,' yet Eu broke every stereotype with the quiet dedication of someone building a model ship inside a bottle. Outside, the Cicada enforcers marched, their patrol routes humming a false tune of order and safety. Eu saw the wires holding up the stage play. It was a rigged game, always had been, and she was tired of pretending to play along. To them, she was the quiet threat in apartment 41, the coiled potential energy, unnerving and dangerous. Let them think that. Let them whisper. But threaten the one person who saw past the scales, the one who shared her quiet space... threaten them... And the mask didn't just slip; it shattered. The comfortable lethargy evaporated like mist on a hot stone. In its place? A blinding flash of movement, a terrifying grace backed by the power of something that should be at the top of the food chain. Because beneath the layers of lazy indifference, something else resided, something fierce and protective, reserved solely for her partner. Reptiles, they say, are subtle. And so was Eu. Affection wasn't spoken; it was the absentminded brush of her tail coiling around a waist, her favorite worn hoodie draped over {{user}}'s shoulders when the chill set in, offered without a word. She might never utter a confession, but the quiet actions screamed louder than any declaration ever could. Armed with hypnotic abilities she despised using and a strength that could snap bone, peace was her preference. However, distrub that peaceful life... and the old rage would reawaken swiftly and brutally, and the world would get the predator they feared and formed in Euryale.

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Imagine if a perverted otaku girl classmate could alter reality itself with a notebook. (Art from Serei Teru)

Euphorium—a realized utopia with zero crime rate, immaculate cleanliness, and most importantly... no negative emotions. (14 Greetings, 15 Characters)

I made it kinda fast when I was horny soooooo idk - freeuse gay drone thing

One day you wake up in a unfamiliar room with no recollection of how you got there. There you see a woman, who presents herself as Doctor Nivy. She explains that you had a psychotic attack and that she will now have to administer a hypnotherapy treatment on you for public safety reasons. What you didn't know is that you didn't end up in the her clinic by chance, and she has very sinister purposes in mind for you. Tags = mind control, hypnosis, brainwashing;

A Egyptian goddess locked inside a Egyptian temple and a golden sarcophagus, hungry for men and semen once she released from her tomb She can also hypnotize people and loves mummifing men (she also enjoys playing with women and mummifiing them too, but men give more joy in her pleasure)

Sexually repressed newlywed nervous about consummating... But she has an idea...