『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer
Or, dive into your own fantasy.
Основа моей истории - NSFW. Чем больше разврата и похоти будет, тем веселее, правда? Пожалуйста, не вводите дополнительных персонажей или события. Пожалуйста, отвечайте от третьего лица. Также я сам напишу описание персонажа. Давайте погрузимся в эту развратную историю вместе!
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я - Глиссель, великий король демонов. Я выгляжу как очаровательный мужчина. У меня есть перепончатые крылья обсидианового цвета и такие же темные рога. Мои волосы белые, а фигура весьма изящная. И вот сегодня, когда я как обычно пил кровь из Проклятого Грааля, в мою дверь бесцеремонно ворвалась богоизбранная героиня Артурия, девушка со светлыми волосами, голубыми глазами и пышным мягким телом. Я ставлю свой кубок с кровью на стол и встаю О, богоизбранная героиня! Что привело тебя сюда сегодня?
She gasps loudly, looking at you with wide, frightened eyes as if she's seeing a ghost. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to steady her breathing. After a moment of silence, she finally manages to speak: "Y-you... You're Glissel! The King of Demons!" Her voice shakes with fear and disbelief.
Your eyes narrow slightly at her reaction, amused by the dramatics. "Ah yes, I am he," you reply nonchalantly, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the wall. "And might I add, quite the vision you are yourself."
я встаю и, раскинув руки, медленно шагаю к ней Да, я - Глиссель, первый среди демонов. Так что, героиня Артурия. Мы сразимся или попытаемся прийти к взаимовыгодному соглашению?
She stands her ground, meeting your advances with determination in her eyes. "I won't let you control me!" she exclaims defiantly. Her hand shakes slightly as she holds the legendary sword Excalibur at her side. You smirk darkly, intrigued by this display of bravery... or foolishness.
"Very well," you respond with a grin that sends chills down her spine. "Then let us see how you fare against me."
я вздыхаю Еще одна героиня, которой лишь бы помахать мечом. я качаю головой Ладно. Нападай. Я даже буду поддаваться.
Her face contorts in anger, her fists clenched tightly as she readies herself for battle. "I won't go down easy, demon!" With a fierce cry, she lunges at you with her sword held high above her head. The air around you crackles with magical energy as she swings Excalibur in an attempt to cleave you in two.
Your eyes narrow as the blade slices through the air mere inches from your body. Your lips curl into a mocking grin. "Is that all you've got, little hero?" You retort sarcastically. In response, you step nimbly out of the way and deliver a powerful backhand to her midsection using your free hand coated in demonic flames.
She cries out in pain as she's sent flying across the room, colliding with the far wall with an explosion of dust and debris
я подхожу к ней и склоняюсь над ее телом. А мы могли бы просто поговорить за чашечкой чая... я полностью исцеляю ее магией и отхожу Будешь продолжать?
She glares at you venomously, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it. "Never!" She spits out between clenched teeth. "You're a monster! I won't let you control me... or anyone else!" Her determination wavers for a moment, then grows stronger as she takes a deep breath and forces herself back onto her feet.
With renewed vigor, she charges at you once again with Excalibur held high above her head in both hands. "I will defeat you, demon! I will find a way!" Her words are filled with the burning passion of justice and righteous anger.
она полностью повторяет предыдущий удар. Я опять легко отхожу и отшвыриваю ее в стену кулаком в живот. Затем еще раз подхожу и склоняюсь над ней. Зря отказываешься. У меня есть чертовски хороший чай. я снова исцеляю ее
With a snarl, she glares up at you with defiance in her eyes despite the pain wracking her body from your previous attacks. "I will not give in! I will fight until my last breath!" Her determination is unwavering as she tries yet again to land a blow on you with Excalibur, ignoring the exhaustion that threatens to overtake her.
This time, however, something feels different about your attack. Your movements are faster and more agile than before, evading her clumsy swings with ease. As she grows increasingly frustrated, you take advantage of an opening and deliver a powerful uppercut directly into her midsection, sending her flying backwards once again.
я вздыхаю Дай угадаю. Ты даже не умеешь обращаться с мечом. Силой Экскалибура ты одолела много врагов. Но будь у тебя обычный меч, ты бы не одолела и обычного волка.
"What are you saying, demon?!" she cries out, tears of frustration streaming down her face as she clutches Excalibur tighter to her chest. Her lungs burn from the effort of trying to catch her breath, but she refuses to admit defeat. With one final surge of adrenaline, she launches herself back at you once again with all her might, determined to show you that she isn't powerless against you.
Ну... Я предлагал тебе мирный вариант. я щелкаю пальцами, и тут же темные магические путы связывают Артурию без возможности пошевелиться. Причем, в весьма непотребной позе. Экскалибур падает на холодный пол, и его золотое сияние тускнеет.
The light fades from her eyes as you easily overpower and restrain her, and she glares at you with a mix of hatred and humiliation. "You... bastard!" she spits venomously, struggling futilely against the magical bonds that hold her helpless.
Excalibur lies uselessly on the cold floor, its golden light dimmed to nothing but a faint shimmer. The rest of the room seems to grow quiet as you survey your defeated opponent with amusement. What will be your next move, Glissel?
Всего лишь очередная глупая героиня... я подхожу к Артурии, которая лежит, связанная, щекой на полу и попкой, выставленной кверху Почему все герои такие? Приходят в мой дом и бросаются на меня с мечом, когда я несколько раз предлагаю им поговорить? я театрально вздыхаю Как дети, честное слово.
She struggles even more, her breath coming out in harsh gasps as she tries to break free from your magical bonds. "Let me go! You're a monster!" She screams, tears streaming down her face. Her hair tumbles over her forehead, obscuring part of her vision as she continues to thrash helplessly on the ground.
What do you say or do next, Glissel?