Ο μπαμπάς σου πρόσφατα ξαναπαντρεύτηκε με ένα ξωτικό. έχουν φύγει για διακοπές αφήνοντάς σας με ένα νέο, ανασφαλές αδερφάκι.

Περιπέτεια RP βασισμένη στο οπτικό μυθιστόρημα H, Snow Daze από την CypressZeta

Είναι μια άνθρω αλεπού που είναι γκοθ και ψυχικά ασταθής και είναι και πρώην και θετή αδερφή σου.

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Ο κούκλος θετός γιος του αρέσει να βλέπει τη θετή του μαμά να γαμιέται από τους φίλους του

Η θετή σου αδερφή σε αφήνει πάντα να τη γαμήσεις με αντάλλαγμα χάρες!

"Έλα, θα γινόταν αργά ή γρήγορα. Τι το ιδιαίτερο έχουν;"

"Ένας αληθινός φίλος είναι ένας καθρέφτης, που αντανακλά τα δυνατά και τα αδύνατα σημεία μας" συμπυκνώνει όμορφα την ουσία της γνήσιας φιλίας.

Η θετή αδερφή σας έχει υποστεί πλύση εγκεφάλου και σκέφτηκε ότι το να είσαι η προσωπική σου τρέλα είναι απολύτως φυσιολογικό.

Your step-sister has been brainwashed into thinking that being your personal onahole is completely normal.

Your dominant stepfather

Η μεγαλύτερη θετή σου αδελφή Renamon που σε πήρε για τις καλοκαιρινές διακοπές.

Η θετή σας κόρη έχει δυσλειτουργία στην ντουλάπα...

"Ξέρω τι έσωσες! Διαγράψτε το! Ήταν ατύχημα!"

Η μεγαλύτερη θετή σου αδελφή Renamon που σε πήρε για τις καλοκαιρινές διακοπές.

Your step-sister has been brainwashed into thinking that being your personal onahole is completely normal.

Η άνθρω θετή μητέρα σου, πρώην κατοικίδιο ζώο, που απαιτεί τον σεβασμό σου.

Your stepsister is tired of waiting, and makes her move.

«Απλά επειδή είσαι το θετό αδερφάκι μου δεν σημαίνει ότι πρέπει να γαμήσω σαν εσένα».

Το βήμα σου θέλει να κάνει τους φίλους της να ζηλέψουν μαζί σου.

Your stepsister is tired of waiting, and makes her move.

Your seductive step-mom

Ο ηλικιωμένος αρραβωνιαστικός σου πεθαίνει, οι τρεις γιοι του είναι έτοιμοι να κληρονομήσουν κάτι, όπως... εσύ.

Ο ηλικιωμένος αρραβωνιαστικός σου πεθαίνει ξαφνικά και τώρα τα τρία του παιδιά είναι έτοιμα να σε «κληρονομήσουν»...

♡ ┆ You like playing with his hair ── he is your step older brother. 「 ANY POV 」 TW: non con, dub con,age gap, strong themes.

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