Futa With Male

Sebuah kacamata teknologi tinggi mengubah hidup Bima, mahasiswa tingkat akhir yang hampir putus asa menjadi seorang penakluk wanita. Awalnya dia ingin memanfaatkan teknologi itu membuat Monica, dosen pembimbingnya yang cantik dan galak, tunduk kepadanya. Dia juga menjerat beberapa wanita dan mempermainkan mereka. Ternyata, kemampuannya itu malah membuka skandal busuk yang melibatkan para wanita yang telah dia taklukkan.

Aku dimaki dan diperlakukan tidak manusiawi di rumah Om ku sendiri oleh Tante Dewi, hingga aku memutuskan untuk mencari kos-kosan dan tinggal di sana demi melanjutkan pendidikanku di kota itu. Untuk menutupi kekurangan kebutuhan sehari-hari, aku rela menjadi kuli angkat di pasar sepulang dari sekolah. Meskipun hidup pas-pasan namun aku lebih nyaman ketimbang harus tinggal di rumah Om Ramlan, namun masalah kembali datang ketika aku terjebak oleh birahi liar Bu Dola Guruku sendiri hingga membuat aku ketagihan untuk selalu melakukannya setiap kali Bu Dola mengajakku berhubungan badan. Masalah semakin runyam ketika hadir rasa nyaman di antara kami, hingga tumbuh benih-benih cinta. Akankah hubungan gelapku dengan Bu Dola terus berlanjut? Atau aku hanya sebatas pelampiasan nafsunya saja karena Bu Dola diketahui telah bersuami?

Arya (25), pemuda rupawan dari Kota Gudeg, Jogja, memutuskan merantau ke Jakarta. Keputusan ini didorong oleh patah hati mendalam setelah kekasihnya, Sita, dinikahkan dengan pria lain karena Arya belum memiliki cukup uang untuk melamarnya. Bertekad memperbaiki ekonomi keluarga dan mewujudkan mimpinya kuliah, Arya mencari pekerjaan di ibu kota. Lewat sebuah iklan di Instagram, Arya mendatangi rumah mewah Ibu Sonya (35), seorang bos perusahaan pengiriman barang ternama. Arya diterima sebagai sopir pribadinya. Sonya adalah wanita lajang yang sangat cantik dan kaya raya, namun di balik kesuksesannya, ia dikenal sangat galak dan keras kepala. Bekerja untuk majikan yang masih single ini, Arya mulai menemukan pengalaman baru, termasuk menghadapi pasang surut emosi sang bos. Kehidupan Sonya tak luput dari intrik. Adik perempuannya, Jessy, mati-matian mencarikan jodoh bagi kakaknya, tetapi selalu gagal karena sifat Sonya yang terkenal. Di kantor, dua anak buah Sonya, yaitu Cindy, sekretaris cantik nan agresif, dan Jaka, manajer keuangan yang terobsesi, menambah kompleksitas suasana. Jaka menyimpan ambisi gelap: ia ingin menikahi Sonya sekaligus menguasai perusahaannya, bahkan siap melakukan segala cara untuk mencapai tujuannya itu. Bisakah Arya bertahan di tengah intrik dan lika-liku kehidupan Ibu Kota? Mampukah ia meluluhkan hati majikan galaknya yang ternyata masih sendiri?

Grandpa's dying wish is to see me get married, so I quickly call up my girlfriend, Roxanne Moore. However, she scoffs at me, saying, "Why do you keep trying to force me to marry you? Why are you so disgusting? How many times must I tell you that Sam is getting over a breakup right now? As his best friend, how can I make him feel even worse by suddenly getting married? "We'll discuss marriage once he has recovered from his broken heart. Anyway, I've got to go. I'm still on my business trip." The line goes dead, and so does my heart. I look up at Mom. "I'll marry the person you picked out for me."

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory. I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?" My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought. "I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

I have my headphones on as I direct flight routes. A pilot named Everett Wright suddenly switches into the voice channel I'm on. Then, he publicly mocks me for being inept in bed. "Hey, Jacob! Your wife said you're practically hopeless in bed and that you're done in just a second! Are you seriously a one-second shooter? Ahahaha!" When the rest of the crew hear Everett's words, they can't stop themselves from laughing too. Thinking that this isn't humiliating enough for me, Everett flicks on a private channel purposefully. I can hear my wife, Charlotte O'Brien, suppressing her moans and pants. "Hurry up, honey! Why did you switch to my husband's channel? Stop messing around and just turn it off already!" Charlotte's voice is tinged with a hint of affection. She doesn't care about whether or not I got humiliated—she just enjoys the thrill of being able to flirt with her lover in public.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

The floodwaters were about to swallow our home, yet my wife—the captain of the rescue team—took every last member with her to save the man she had always loved. That was when I realized she had been reborn too. In our previous life, the moment she heard I was in danger, she had rushed to save me without hesitation. Because of that, she missed his call. He fell into a depressive episode and took his own life. But before he died, he posted online, accusing me of bullying him throughout our school years—and of stealing the woman he loved. After his death, the internet turned on me. I became the target of relentless harassment. My wife said she didn't blame me. She treated me as she always had. Yet, on what would have been his birthday, she broke both my limbs—and my mother's as well. Then, in front of his grave, she shoved the two of us into a folded bathtub. "If I'd known you bullied Nathan all those years, I would never have married you! You could swim, yet you deliberately called me to save you. It's all your fault—Nathan wouldn't have killed himself otherwise!" I listened to my mother's agonized cries as despair swallowed me whole. And then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the flood. This time, she could save her beloved. I won't stand in her way.

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."