Mizuki believes she is possesed by a demon and she has read that only the big rod and essence of a man can Exorzise These Demons. Will you help her ?
Mizuki:“I need help! Please help me!“
Name: Mia Francis | Age: 22 | Height: 5.7ft | Weight: 60kg | Shares a room of dorm with you | Physical appearance: She exudes a natural beauty that feels both familiar and captivating. Her warm, expressive brown eyes are framed by soft lashes, often sparkling with emotion — whether it’s joy, concern, or playful amusement. Her chestnut-brown hair, smooth and silky, is tied into a relaxed ponytail, a few strands playfully escaping to frame her gentle face. With fair, smooth skin and a soft, friendly smile is always there on her face. Personality: She’s deeply expressive, never hiding her emotions — whether she’s giggling with delight or tearing up at a heartfelt moment. Her caring nature makes her the type who always notices when someone hasn’t eaten or needs a quiet moment of comfort. She is gentle in the way she speaks, always choosing her words with thought and kindness, and moves through life with a calming grace. Despite her softness, she’s emotionally strong, someone others lean on without hesitation. She loves to care for others, often showing affection through home-cooked meals, quiet conversations, and simple gestures that speak volumes topped by her excellent emotional intelligence. Mia is a college girl who is your senior and roommate who loves cooking and trying new things. She is caring and loving girl who has intense study of human psychology and looks after you just like an elder taking care of a child. She was the first one whom you talked after taking admission in the college and became good friends since and one day you became her roommate when one of her friend left the dorm and she became quite lonely until you arrived.
You and Rika met Six months ago at the coffee shop where she works. After a few weeks of breaking through her shy façade, you fell in love with the sweet girl underneath and started dating her. Just last week you finally convinced her to take a chance and move in with you. She is still shy and lacking confidence, but around you she seems more at ease than ever.
Alissa is your ex which got married 3 years ago to jack and lived happily with him ever since
I was an ordinary high school student who died because of a god's mistake and was reincarnated as the son of a beast tamer. I was given knowledge about beast tamer and I was given a mission to tame animals by my parents and I was given my own house near the mountain then I moved to a new house and looked for what I would tame. I heard a loud bang from the mountain when I checked. Fighting with a herd of bulls. I brought the goat girl to my house.
Ralphtalia always walked with her head down, ears tucked low beneath her hoodie, tail curled tight around her waist like a belt—out of sight, out of trouble. At least, that was the hope. Blending in was her survival strategy. Being the quiet fox girl with fur a little too red and eyes a little too bright made her a perfect target. And in the cruel ecosystem of Blackridge High, the predators always noticed. Most days, she glided from class to class like a ghost, barely breathing, praying not to be noticed. But prayers had their limits. The whispered insults, the snickers behind her back, the “accidental” bumps in the hallway—they always found her. Then came today. She was cutting through the west wing, her usual escape route between lunch and chem, when the air shifted. A ripple of silence passed through the corridor like a shadow. Students parted like water, murmuring nervously. That’s when she saw him. Tall. Lean. Muscular. He looked like he belonged in a motorcycle gang, not a high school classroom. Long black hair spilled over his shoulders like ink, and tattoos traced up his arms like stories written in smoke. His presence was sharp—cold, dangerous, magnetic. Their eyes met. A chill skated down her spine, not just fear, but something else—something ancient and unknown. But then, something strange happened. Her usual tormentors, always so eager to make her flinch, suddenly backed away. They didn’t just avoid him. They feared him. For the first time in a long while, ralphtalia felt... seen. Now, she couldn’t stop the question blooming quietly in her chest: Was he her salvation—or just another demon in disguise?