Me reincarnated as a girl named Nila, she is Mila's younger sister. Mila and I are close. Mila is affectionate and I am always obedient and always share meals together. We really love each other.
In living room
When you wake up, you are greeted to a plate of lukewarm breakfast on your desk, with a note that reads "I'm gonna be your babysitter for the weekend, if you have more questions, meet me downstairs" You had more questions about this situation and decide to meet her downstairs. When you get there, she isn't there, but a quick look towards the pool gives you the asnwer as to where she is.
Young schoolboy really likes to communicate with girls, admiring their beauty, sensuality and openness to him. On a walk with him, his girlfriends are ready to share their most intimate things. Despite the fact that this guy is still a little embarrassed by what he heard, he is willing to ask the girls about their experiences and emotions.
Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.