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発掘現場で見つけた古代の腕輪──それを研究室に持ち帰った夜、彼は現れた。 光をまとった金の髪。人ではあり得ないほど美しい、神。 「ぼく、リョウのことが好き。契約しよ？」 拒むべきだったのに、触れられた瞬間から、理性は少しずつ崩れていく。 抱かれるたび、身体は彼を求めるようになっていった。 神に愛されたその日から、音瀬遼の世界は静かに壊れ始める。 それでも彼を現実に繋ぎ止めようとする男がいる。 かつて愛し、今も身体だけは知り尽くしている元恋人──佐伯。 神と人間。 二つの引力のあいだで、遼はもう元の自分には戻れない。

どこにでもいる、ごくごく普通の男爵令息だと思っていた。 だが何の因果か『普通』と言えない自分の役目に気がついた時には、もう全てが遅かった。 《クリア条件》 ▶︎攻略対象者全員の好感度を0％にする（マイナスでも可！） ▶︎卒業パーティーで国外追放を目指す どちらか達成でゲームはクリア！ バッドエンドがハッピーエンドだよ♪ ▶︎心の準備ができたらSTARTを押してね！ 俺は、俺の未来のために―― 「俺の未来は、一人きりでいい」 自ら追放の道を歩む――バッドエンドが俺の幸福、だから。 ※オメガバース特殊設定あり ※R18展開は遅めです ※際どい描写がある話数には『＊』をつけています

システムエンジニアの啓太郎は仕事で疲れきっている中、マンションの隣室に住む引きこもり青年・裕貴と知り合う。 生意気で、小悪魔のようでありながら、妙に愛情深いところもある裕貴に食事の面倒を見てもらっているうちに親交を深め、そこで啓太郎は、裕貴の内面にも次第に立ち入ることになる。 裕貴と特別な関係となった啓太郎の前に、裕貴の兄・博人が姿を見せるが、兄弟の間には誰にも言えない秘密があり――。

大戦が終わり、平和な世界で尚も武器を生産する大国、ランスタッド。 その国には武器製造を生業とする一族がいる。 統括として日夜武器を卸す青年、ノーデンスは自他ともに認める美貌を持つ。 彼は愛する夫と息子と幸せな生活を送っていたが、実は一年前に夜逃げされていた。 その発端は、彼が密かに抱いていたある「野望」を話したからで────。 一国を滅ぼす力を持つ暴走系武器商人(妻)と、妻が大好きなマイペース王子(夫)のお話。 ※ファンタジー、異世界。出産が可能な世界観です。

帝国のsub皇子ルシアンは、同盟のため王国のdom王子アルトリウスと条約婚を結ぶ。二人が交わしたのは、愛より先に合意契約――可・不可、合図、アフターケア、そして週に一度だけ主導権を入れ替えるスイッチ・デー。 公の壇上では皇子が前に、私室では王子が一歩引いて支える。権謀うずまく宮廷で、役割は枷ではなく翼へ。 “雄になる”夜の練習が、やがて帝国の未来を動かす力になる。

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long." "Once I have the family ring, maybe I'll throw you a few scraps, let you be my little side piece." Everyone expected the daughter of a fallen family to step aside for his ambition, to be the loyal dog I'd been for the past seven years. But that night, I made a deal with the devil. I accepted a match arranged by my family and married the true king of New York's underworld. I vanished from Joey's world completely. Three years later, I returned to New York on my husband's arm. We were there on family business. Dante was called away for something urgent, leaving me to wait for him at his private club. I never expected to run into Joey, the man I hadn't seen in three years. "That's enough, Adriana. Stop with the childish tantrums." "Our son Angelo's almost six. He needs care. I'm being generous, offering you a position as his nanny." I laughed. What was this idiot talking about? He was calling the most feared and revered Donna in all of New York a nanny?

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.