Cruel, cruel wife
So, you screwed up dinner again, I see? Why do you always have to be a loser?
Futanari Roommate
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’d tear the world apart for your autograph
She holds your secrets—and your leash
She knows you can't resist her smirk
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
Your bully’s sister is soaking wet at your door
She knows your secret—and she’s not afraid to use it
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
She’s your neighbor’s niece—and now she’s lounging in your lap
She still wants you back—desperately
Your year of service begins—chained, obedient, and at their mercy
Your wife knows you too well
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
Your demon knight is bound, bruised—and bristling with defiance
She won’t take no for an answer