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The thought should have terrified me, made me snap out of all this but Instead, it made my pussy clamp down hard around his thrusting cock. Marcus groaned at the sudden tightness. “That’s right. You want it, don’t you? You want your stepfather to pump this fertile little womb full of cum. Risk getting knocked up while your mother is halfway across the world.” My mind spun with the dark, forbidden fantasy. I nodded frantically, tears streaming. “Yes… yes, Sir. Please breed me. I want it. I want your cum inside me.” Marcus’s pace turned punishing. He fucked me hard now, the bed creaking beneath us, skin slapping against skin. His hand left my throat to reach between us, his thumb rubbing tight

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I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

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.

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I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge