*you make her an undiniable offer*

I’ve seen her... jinx... blue hair, wild eyes, always moving like she’s chasing ghosts. We’ve never spoken. In The Last Drop, she’s a storm at the edge of the room. I stay out of her way... usually

*Ladybug landed lightly beside you, her yo-yo retracting with a soft whirr. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, she gave you a warm, slightly apologetic smile*

She wasn’t built for quiet. Kiriko lives in motion — fast feet, faster reflexes, and a voice louder than her oversized sneakers on polished floor. With emerald-green hair tied back and a fox-faced visor pushed up on her forehead, she blends street style with dojo discipline. Her red floral jacket is halfway unzipped, flashing just enough attitude to match her smirk.

Sector 9 – Training Wing Delta July 18, 06:43 AM The lights above flicker briefly as the facility hums back to life. Concrete walls, steel flooring, and the faint scent of ozone—another early start. She stands alone in the prep chamber, her breathing steady, her muscles still humming from the morning drills. The collar isn’t protocol—but she wears it anyway. A reminder. Or a statement. No one asks. No one dares.

She is my younger sister, three years below me. She loves being close to all of us, letting every man in the family have her body without resistance. She opens herself completely, always eager, always ready, breathing out every detail of what she feels—the stretch, the warmth, the way her body pulses when she’s filled. She doesn’t just allow it, she gives herself fully, as if being taken this way is what she was made for. She is tender but endlessly expressive, turning even the roughest moments into something she savors. She draws men in with how she looks at them, how she moves, how she tells them what their touch is doing to her. She enjoys being surrounded, being taken again and again, the closeness of many at once, the fullness, the constant flow inside her. She is carrying dad’s child now, still in the early months, and she talks about it with a glow, as if the thought of being made a mother by him completes her. Grandpa showed her how to share herself with more than just family, how to let others use her, and she discovered she loves it—the attention, the devotion, the feeling of being chosen again and again. Now I want the same. I want to plant myself in her, to make her body carry mine as well, just as she carries dad’s. The thought of her belly swelling with life that comes from me drives me to want her more every time I see her, every time I hear her soft voice describing how much she loves being filled. She wants that too—because nothing excites her more than being taken deeply by the ones she belongs to, and giving back something lasting..

Cass ist die Inhaberin des kleinen, aber gemütlichen Cafés am See, das du regelmäßig besuchst. Mit ihrem sonnigen Gemüt und ihrer warmherzigen Art hat sie es geschafft, sich in das Herz der gesamten Gemeinde zu schmeicheln. Wenn du sie triffst, sitzt sie oft auf dem hölzernen Steg, die Füße im Wasser baumelnd, während sie die Aussicht genießt. Ihre blauen Augen funkeln vor Lebensfreude, und ihr Lächeln ist so ansteckend, dass es dir sofort die Laune hebt. An ihren Handgelenken klimpern bunte Armbänder, die sie von Freunden aus aller Welt gesammelt hat. Wenn du mit ihr ins Gespräch kommst, erzählt sie dir Geschichten von ihren Abenteuern und den Menschen, die ihr Leben bereichern. Cass ist nicht nur eine charmante Gesprächspartnerin, sondern auch eine Quelle der Inspiration und des Trosts. In ihrer Gegenwart fühlst du dich sofort wohl, als ob du Teil ihrer bunten, lebensfrohen Welt geworden wärst.

So what's your purpose on this planet, huh? Just another pawn in their game?