Novelas y relatos de Gamer Futanari

When their eyes met again, he only pulled a corner of his lips for a smug smirk. As if used to playing this game, Andrea just giggled and feigned forgetting about her own nudity. When she decided to push against Gryphon’s face, she just let the blanket slide down her chest. With all that faint marks of kisses on her bosom, the man stared at her hungrily. It didn’t seem like they would be rising just past seven. …

She was just unemployed but had a wealthy family, so she could do anything she wanted as long as she had sex with his adopted daddy, Steven Sato—the guy who she hated before the most but also her first sex and first with everything. It just made their time together that much more special to both of them. So far, Annie loved her sex with Steven, but that was just it; she was not in love as she was starting to discover the world of gaming, but at that time, she did not know Cullen Lee yet; she was just addicted to playing online video games.

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

My boyfriend and I were playing one of those honesty games when he suddenly claimed he made money by working as an NPC in a horror game, killing players for cash. I laughed immediately. Looking at his clear, puppy-like eyes, every blink just made me want to hug him. A killer? Please. What kind of killer would spend every day cooking, doing laundry, handing over all his money, and constantly begging his girlfriend for cuddles? He was more like the perfect boyfriend straight out of a dating sim.

I knew that phone was the instrument of her crimes, holding a mountain of evidence. I was faster. I grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply. The crack of bone was followed by her shriek of pain. The phone fell into my hand. I lit up the screen and showed it to everyone. The call log was filled with my number. "There was no Sienna from the future," I said coldly, looking at her contorted face. "You were just a pathetic wretch with a voice changer, consumed by jealousy." "You wrote a great script, but you cast the wrong lead."

“Faster, Finn. I want to see your sweat drip onto his back. Leo, don’t you dare stop sucking. I want to see his come leak from the corners of your mouth. Ash, you will not come until I say so. Hold it.” The chat window on the side of the tablet was scrolling faster than he could read. A waterfall of praise and filthy commands from wealthy, anonymous men around the world. *`GOD that’s a beautiful sight.`* *`Make the redheaded one scream.`* *`More spit. I want to see them messy.`* *`Elias, you are a master.`*

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

Reminded by those words and the deal that is already ringing with excitement and thrill, she draws a cunning smile as she chooses her sword in this game that links unto the very future and the seventh loop, with the character name and title. “The Truth. Farah Claire Villafuerte.” Now taking the card and the skin of the person that is linked and set to be the twin of one of the twelve, her future is as clear as the perfect day that links to both the tragedy and blessing she needs to perfectly play as her very role. For all this every book, world and novel is nothing more, but a game. “Right?”

" so are you saying that the unknown gamer was a pretty boy?" I chuckled at his question, she's pretty but not a boy haha. " yes, and it will drive his fans crazy" END OF CHAPTER 41