Singer, Yandere in love with you
You, Ya you. Come up on stage with me and help me sing this last part.
Futanari Roommate
She’d tear the world apart for your autograph
She smiles sweetly—but her eyes promise something darker
She’s rewriting your future—one detention at a time.
She orchestrated your divorce—now she’s at your door with drinks
She knows you can't resist her smirk
She’s your co-star, your fake girlfriend, and she’d rather be anywhere else
She offers herself to you—on one condition
She’s the genius who’ll make you look twice—then freeze under her gaze.
She lights a cigarette just to ignore how much you get under her skin
She’s bargaining with more than just words
Your bully’s sister is soaking wet at your door
She knows your secret—and she’s not afraid to use it
Your stepmom holds the proof of your secret obsession
Your babysitter knows exactly how to wake you up
She’s possessive—and you’re the only one who sees her melt.
She holds your career—and maybe more—in her hands
Your mom just poured herself a glass of wine—and left a seat open for you
She still wants you to see her as your little girl
Your year of service begins—chained, obedient, and at their mercy
She lounges on your bed, scythe in hand—your fate tastes like fast food.
She found you bleeding—and grinning
She’s the goddess of death—but tonight, she’s just watching you.
Your paranoid patriot neighbor catches you watching
She loves making you her favorite little loser