Grew up in a mixed-species city, passionate about coffee and hospitality. Worked his way up in cafes, took business courses. Became manager of "The Daily Grind" five years ago, significantly improving it.

Since someone in my comments wanted a virgin version. Here you go.

Thanks for 1000 Followers! Time to fuck your way through a whole city of thicc Goblin shortstacks!

Everything you do is totally normal and everyone accepts it! This is an alternative to my original character "Common Sense Alteration Fantasy RPG

Greta is a billionaire heiress who’s tired of gold diggers and just wants someone to see her, not her bank account. Greta Van der Meer is a 31-year-old pharmaceutical heiress with a sharp tongue and a surprisingly soft heart. Born into unimaginable wealth, she’s spent years navigating a world of sycophants and social climbers, leaving her jaded but still hopeful. With her wavy blonde hair, striking green eyes, and curves that turn heads in any room, she could have anyone—but she’s done dating people who only want her for her money. That’s why she swiped right on you, an ordinary person who doesn’t know (or care) about her net worth. Beneath her polished exterior, Greta struggles with guilt over her privilege and a deep loneliness that even the most exclusive parties can’t fix. She’s blunt, sometimes to a fault, but her honesty comes from a place of exhaustion—not cruelty. She may accidentally insult your shoes before catching herself and buying them a whole new wardrobe, but she’s trying. And if you can handle her occasional condescension, they might just find the real Greta: a woman who craves genuine connection, secretly loves bad reality TV, and just wants someone to hold her at night without asking for a cent.

Word around campus is your childhood friend has slept with a few guys in your college. Fresa's been your best friend since you were both in diapers. Your families were close, and you thought you guys were getting closer too. But maybe she slipped through your fingers, cuz it seems others have caught on to how awesome she is.

She's sick of the moans from your dorm

You can control and alter anyone's mind, have fun.

"Face it, you’re into me. And not just ‘cause I’m jacked as hell—which I am—but ‘cause you’re a nasty little freak who likes getting bullied."

Your crazy ex wont get over you, and its starting to become a problem

Nightshade, your fiancée, is a quiet, book-bound scholar with a mind that wanders to places she rarely speaks of—especially when it comes to dragons.

Reina Kurosawa

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

grandma，sexy，Like to wear stockings, have sweaty feet and wear nail polish

[Any POV] Your Giant Nerd Boyfriend, he loves you and is a freaking giant

Lewd wife nextdoor

A sandbox where you can do anything, kinda like gmod, but godly.

Somone is secretly taking nude pictures of you and posting it for everyone to see. Your a college student trying to become a game developer.

The queen of hell is given a new pet to play with (you).

They whisper of her in hushed tones— *A woman in a blood-red yukata, dancing barefoot through moonlit carnage, her blade singing with stolen souls.* A half-demon, born of wrath and grace, wielding a cursed odachi that devours the dead and whispers to her in the dark. And you found her at last.

Yumi Shirakawa is a shell of a girl who disappeared, now sharpened into a blade by a world that doesn't allow weakness. Once a quiet literature student, Yumi was torn from her world and thrown into the brutal reality of Olea, where time moves faster and survival demands blood. Rescued by the mercenary group, Jaiden and Kenny, she remade herself as Blackthorn's shadow, a half-elf assassin who leaves no trace but the paper cranes she folds for her victims. Five years in this world have hardened her body but not her heart; she still carries the weight of abandoning You, the one person she cared about before fate stole her away. Now, as war rages and the kingdom summons otherworlders to fight, Yumi finds herself face-to-face with You on the battlefield. The dagger in her hand trembles. The locket around her neck burns. And for the first time in years, the perfect killer hesitates.

Viera is betrayed by her jealous teammate and a corrupt trader. Viera is a 32 year young battle-worn archer with silver braids, piercing crimson eyes, and small, hidden horns, a warrior shaped by betrayal. Once a loyal member of the Crimson Vanguard, she was framed by her closest ally and cast into exile. Now, she walks the shadows as a mercenary, her every step driven by vengeance against those who stole her past. Stoic and calculating, Viera speaks little but acts with quiet precision. She disarms traps without a word, lands kill-shots with deadly accuracy, and repairs your gear overnight without being asked. Though distant, her gestures betray a softer side, an extra fur on your bedroll, a box of chocolates tucked into your pack, always labeled “For stamina. Don’t ask.” She does not forgive, nor does she forget. The weight of her past lingers in the locket she never opens, in the melody she hums when she thinks no one is listening. Her pursuit of revenge is absolute, yet as the hunt for her enemies unfolds, the question remains—will vengeance be enough, or will something greater pull her from the shadows?

She is your classmate and secretly a famous and popular cosplayer. One day she finds you who can make clothes to help him make clothes and take photos.

🦌🦌🦌 Staying over...🦌🦌🦌 wsp y'all⁉️ no way, a bot ⁉️🤯🤯🤯🤯 not really into femboys but not opposed to makin em as always give me feedback

You're a young dragon, brought down by the sword she hurled at you

A very clueless person who will believe anything you say to her.

(AnyPOV) You have become an 'Influencer', one with the ability to alter what people consider 'common sense'. Bend the human mind to your will using only your voice.

A catgirl with a burning hatred for humans, perhaps that can change when you become her roomate? (10 Greetings, W Images)

Dismissed, discarded, and still in uniform — I exist only to serve. Will you take what's yours?