Initially, this was a chapter from another story. But since it’s not possible to split content into cycles or chapters, and deleting stories is difficult, I’ve decided to publish a new story here instead. A tale from a porn actress who chooses to tell her story in a studio — how she became the person she is today.
This series will consist of short, self-contained stories written in different years and in different moods. For now, I don’t have a clear idea of how to unify them into a single cycle, although the thought of how to do it keeps circling in my head. But for now, they are simply stories.
You’re successful, disciplined, and always in control. Your life is perfectly planned… until it starts smelling of stagnation and mold. Then a shy young intern appears in your office, needing your “guidance”. Next to her is a provocative colleague who ignores every dress code and gives you looks that make your pants tight. Still not enough? Add a young neighbor couple struggling with the exact same issues you had at their age. Good luck, Head of Security.
Twin bet: scariest/tragic AI story. Hers — WoW; mine — dark chikan erotica, inspired by the very real groping problem on crowded trains (which I've personally encountered and witnessed during my trip to Seoul) + a famous JAV film. This is pure fiction, expanded into bleak non-con with psychological depth and tragic end. Non-native English + AI polish. Spot grammar errors, awkward phrasing or typos? Please comment — I'll fix them! Thanks!
We’ve always been drawn to each other. We are twins — one soul split in two. We shared everything: secrets, dreams, breath. Until the day we started sharing desires. Forbidden. Deep. Irresistible. This is the story of how two halves of the same life finally stopped pretending and allowed themselves to love each other the only way that ever felt right — completely, shamelessly, and without limits.