Novel & Cerita Femboy Yandere

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"Get a handle on it already." "Oh, let me see if I have got this straight. A boy we purchased alongside a girl, suddenly sprouts breasts, lets down his hair, and turns from looking handsomely beautiful to breathtakingly, femininely beautiful.” Ottai’s voice rose in pitch. “And if that was not enough to melt my brain, the boy is a Syren. Oh, and just for kicks, he is also the grand king’s Soulbond. A SOULBOND!" "I know, it’s mind-blowing, right?" Vladya deadpanned, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk.

Paired with her newly acquired, crisp white jacket and black denim jeans—the modern silhouette emphasizing her lean, almost too-thin frame—her stunning features lost their naive softness, gaining a cold, commanding handsomeness. She was now perfectly androgynous. Unless one observed her closely, she could easily be mistaken for a devastatingly handsome young man—a delicate, exotic ‘flower boy’ of immense, subtle power. Her gender was beautifully, lethally ambiguous. And she knew that in a year or two, once her body had fully matured and grown taller, she would be an utterly irresistible figure of masculine charm.

“I pictured you as the lead character in my books.” “Oh, so I was one of the guys with the long flowing hair and the chiseled body?” Zander said, puffing out his chest. “You are chiseled,” I responded. “I almost fainted when I saw you naked, because you’re so hot.” “I almost came in my pants seeing you naked, Izzy,” Zander declared. “You’re like my dream girl. Kind, sweet, smart, caring, and incredibly sexy.” “I never thought of myself as sexy,” I replied. “I didn’t think guys liked fat girls.”

"Very well-endowed. Twelve to fifteen inches. Some thick, some long, all intense." "And you understand I'm not just a stripper? This is full contact. Full penetration. Gangbang, multiple partners simultaneously, rough treatment." "That's exactly what we want. We've done this before with other girls, but our friend said you're different. That you actually enjoy it. That you get off on being shared." Emma smiled. "I do. Being passed between men, used, filled, treated like a toy.....it's my favorite thing in the world."

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

“Of course, it wouldn't be special. Hell, I'd be damn surprised if it had been, because that little bitch was the most wrong fucking person to have been your first and only experience, babe. But hopefully with any of these men, you'll have an unforgettable experience.” She leans closer, wiggling her brows suggestively as she whispers, “And if you happen to score all three of them and they, not only end up having dicks as big as their auras, but also know how to use them well, then my darling, you're in for a world of euphoria.” Yemaya erupts into giggles when I push her face away, my own heating up with a blush.

A free spirit who took no prisoners. Jeremy had only to crook his little finger to summon a bevy of girls panting to have him shaft them. They flattered him, made him feel macho and virile, but none was as exciting as Karen. She was a potent drug, too powerful for all save the strongest personality. The need to convince himself that he could tame her forced him to attempt it again and again.

“You’re pregnant. Besides, Yesande is dead and no else is interested.” “One.” Andrea held up a finger. “Jasmine told me what you did, how you became a charmer for a while. You could use your symbiont to suck some pheromone out of me and graft it onto you for a while.” “That’s not exactly what I did,” she protested.

She added. " Tricks? " I repeated in disbelief. "Or maybe you are trying to take revenge on me for what my family did to you?" She furrowed her brows. I angrily grabbed her neck. "What are you doing Jeffrey? You are hurting me" she choked. " I am corovi. A demon. And a very deadly one. I only changed into a human in order to deceive you and make you fall for me since you're the chosen one who is supposed to stop me" I hoarsed and roughly pushed her away.