Occult Club Members Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

When her phone buzzed at exactly 5 PM, she jumped up like she’d been electrocuted. That evening, I hit Clandestine – the kind of club where people dropped ten grand a month for anonymous membership and the discretion that came with it. Usually my go-to for uncomplicated physical release with women who understood the terms of engagement. But every woman I met was wrong. Too tall. Too brunette. Too eager. Too everything that wasn’t a specific short blonde with an organizational fetish and a stationery addiction. This was a problem.

she made it up. “That’s it?” “I’m barely five-four. Do you really think I want some big guy beating me with a whip? No thanks.” “There’s more to a sex club than whips and chains. I’m starting to think you’ve never been.” She rolled her eyes and pulled up her email and found the one which confirmed her membership, which was required when she did her research. She took delight in the way his eyes widened and then narrowed. “Jesus, this says you’ve been a member since you were nineteen!”

I didn't know what to say or what to ask as her words didn't make any sense to me. "Uhm..." I scratched the back of my head. "Are you lost in our garden? I can show you the way out." She stepped closer and grabbed my hands, which made my whole face blush. But my embarrassment immediately turned to worry when she started to cry. "Dyrroth, I only got seven souls. I needed three more, and I couldn't do it. I don't know if I could continue doing it... I feel horrible... And that demon is going to return tomorrow... I don't know what to do!"

I definitely didn’t notice the strange glint in Aaron’s eyes as he looked at me. That night, I went back to Dorm 204, where three of the new girls were assigned to live with me. The other three were placed next door in Dorm 205. All six of them looked tense and unnaturally pale. The short-haired one, Lily Sanders, asked me, “You’re a player too, right?” I nodded. “Yeah.” A romance otome game. So… were these girls my rivals? Were they all here to pursue the male lead? Lily muttered, “Weird. There are usually only six people chosen. Why is there a seventh this time?”

There are other women wearing see through clothing as well, but some have their breast exposed completely, and some are totally nude. Club Shameless definitely lives up to its name. I now understand what Jace was saying about the different dynamic types within this lifestyle. There are quite a few Owners with their pets walking around, and I can’t help but stare in fascination at how the ‘pets’ crawl while on a leash, a butt plug with a tail attached swaying behind them. There is even a Daddy Dom with both a boy little and a girl little, both dressed in toddler-looking clothing and sucking on lollipops while their Daddy talks to another Dominant.

I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

I don’t even have the bravery to check them one by one, so I just stare at them with the same expression I’ve had for the past few minutes. “Look at my big bros. They’re more than thirty years old, so how are they expected to ignore temptation for so long?” She plops down on the bed. “Of course, we do things. Discreetly. To quench the thirst. Even though I’m stuck here this summer, I still need to get laid.” Now I’m curious. Turns out this bunch isn't who I thought they would be. “How?” Dedan instantly smiles, leaning forward to me, her voice falling into a whisper. “You see, there’s this masquerade sex club that only operates on Fridays. That’s where I buy my orgasm while also reserving my

A witch over two millennia old. Surely a creature that ancient, who had walked the earth since before empires rose and fell, would know a way to fix me. Finding her, however, had been a nightmare. Melissa Morange was a phantom. There were no records of her in the Association’s archives. But rumors were a powerful currency, and I’d bought enough of them to learn she was a frequent visitor of Club Eternal. As the name suggested, it was a playground for the immortals. Humans were allowed in, of course, but only as cattle, prey to be seduced, fed upon, and discarded.

The lights were dimmed so low that it was hard to see if you were a human, but Adam could see very well in the dark. He was on the lookout for the dangerously aroused women who were on the prowl to act out their depraved fantasy on the unlucky men they came across. He knew that he must stay safe and hidden until the game ended. “I am not allowed to play,” Terra said with an annoyed pout. “Priscillia said it would not be fair or interesting since I am a sex creature.” Adam heaved a sigh of relief as he walked. He knew that whoever came across this ravenous succubus beside him had no chance. Terra was an incarnate of intense desire.

I exhaled, finally. Back at my desk, I pulled up my computer and searched The Obsidian Room. The first result made me freeze. A red-lit website filled the screen , the place was dark like a club and it showed a picture of the inside part, and the girls were showing far too much skin. The tagline read: “Where control meets desire.” Not a restaurant. A private members-only strip and BDSM club. My jaw dropped. I scrolled further, skimming the description. Discretion guaranteed. Exclusive clientele. Invitation-only.