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AI art 'A night to remember' with user description 'The dormitory of Hope’s Peak Academy felt unusually cramped as Toko Fukawa sat hunched over her desk, her fingers twitching over the keys of her typewriter. The "Genocider" within was quiet for once, but Toko’s own neuroses were in full bloom. She let out a jagged sigh, turning her head to glare at Aoi Asahina, who was currently doing light stretches on a yoga mat nearby.
"H-Hey, Donut Girl," Toko stammered, her voice a mix of a rasp and a sneer. "I’m... I’m stuck. My next romance manuscript is as dry as a desert. I need inspiration. Real stories. Not that s-saccharine garbage you probably daydream about while eating your weight in sugar. Do you have any... ideas? Anything with actual heat?"
Aoi paused her stretch, her ponytail swaying as she looked at Toko with a surprisingly thoughtful expression. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face—one that didn't quite match her usual bubbly persona. "Actually, Toko... I have a story. It’s not a 'romance' in the way you’d think, but it’s definitely an experience I’ll never forget."
Toko adjusted her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "Well? Spit it out. I don't have all day."
"It happened a few years ago," Aoi began, her voice dropping into a nostalgic hum. "I had this childhood friend—let’s call him Ken. We grew up together, and I used to sleep over at his house all the time when we were kids. Nothing ever happened back then; we were just buddies. But one weekend, he invited me over again. When I got there, I realized it wasn't just us. There were five other guys there—his friends from the basketball team. I thought it was a little strange at first, but they had ordered a mountain of pizza, and I was starving. We had a great time, laughing and eating until we were stuffed."
"P-Pizza? That’s your big lead-in?" Toko scoffed, though she was already leaning forward.
"After the food, we started playing Mario Kart," Aoi continued, ignoring the jab.I was a pro, Toko. I was beating everyone, race after race. I was so confident that I started craving donuts. That’s when one of the boys—this really tall, muscular guy his name is octavi—proposed a bet. He said, Hina, if you win the next course, we’ll all pitch in and buy you donuts every single week for an entire year. But... if you lose, everyone who beats you gets to do whatever they want to you for the rest of the night.'"
Toko’s breath hitched, her fingers hovering over her typewriter. "A-And you... you accepted?"
"I was so sure of myself," Aoi whispered, her eyes clouding with the memory. "But then we started the race. My heart was pounding. And for the first time in my life... I lost. I didn't just lose; I came in nearly last. Every single one of them beat me, except for Ken. The room went silent for a second, and then the atmosphere changed. It was like the air got ten degrees hotter."
"What did they do?" Toko rasped.
"The **Gangbang** started right there on the living room carpet," Aoi said, her voice trembling slightly. "They didn't waste a second. They swarmed me. It was a total sensory explosion. I was pinned down by twelve hands, and the first thing they went for were my **Boobs**. They were grabbing them, kneading them, treating them like prizes they had finally won. Then, they moved to the rest of me. I was subjected to a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. I was forced into a series of **Deepthroat** maneuvers, taking one after another until my jaw ached and my eyes watered. It was a continuous stream of heat."
Aoi took a sharp breath. "Then came the main event. Because there were so many of them, they decided to maximize my capacity. I was subjected to a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging my very soul. I had one guy in my pussy and another in my **Anus** at the same time. The girth of them... the way they moved in opposite rhythms... it stretched my frame until I thought I would break. I was screaming, Toko! I was **cummed** on and in so many times I lost count. My internal walls were pulsing, desperately trying to hold onto all of them at once. They used every hole I had, rotating with a tactical efficiency that left me in a dazed, white-out trance."
"A-And the end?" Toko whispered, her face beet-red.
"The finale was a total **Bukkake**," Aoi finished, her voice a dazed hum. "They lined up and unleashed their **cum** directly into my throat and across my face. It was a white tidal wave. Because they held my mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, white cream through my sinuses. I felt the heat of **cum** leaking from my **nose**, and a faint, trickling warmth even reached my **ears**. I was internally and externally flooded."
Toko sat in stunned silence for a long moment. "That’s... that’s a tragedy! You lost a whole year of donuts and your dignity because of a stupid game
Aoi looked up at Toko, her smile returning—only this time, it was sharp and knowing. "Oh, Toko you’re missing the point. I’m the best Mario Kart player I know. I lost on purpose.'

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AI art 'Your Femboy friend let you smash' with user description 'Your femboy friend invited you over to play games, you weren't expecting to find them bottomless in their room when you got there!

Image 1: "Hey dude, just put your stuff over there. I'm just updating the game. It takes so long on this crappy Wifi."

Image 2: "What? Yeah, I always game like this at home. I hate pants. You've seen dick before when we had to shower after gym."

You: "Yeah, but that was.. Before.."

Image 3: "Before? What do you mean... Oh, you mean.. Well, whatever, it's still the same dick. Weirdo."

Image 4: "What? Why do you keep looking at me like that? Ugh.. Fine, you can do me but make it quick. You have condoms, right?"

Image 5: "Ugh.. These opening cutscenes take so long"

Image 6: "Hey, I thought I said use a condom? Oh forget it, just cum inside so I don't have to change the sheets."

Image 7: "Grrr.. You're being too rough, I can't parry the attacks with you bouncing me around like that!"

Image 8: "Dude, you got me killed! Hurry up and finish already!"

Image 9: *softly moans and pushes back a little*

Image 10: *gasps* "Oh god, that feels so good."

Image 11: "Oh god, deeper, I'm about to cum!"

Image 12: *They cry out, their voice has never sounded more girly and cute than it does right in that moment. You make one long, hard final thrust as you release deep into them. They grip you, hot and twitching around your cock as they blow their load beneath you*

Image 13: *You give a couple of more thrusts before you pull out, completely spent* "You jerk.. You weren't supposed to be that good. You made me cum everywhere. You're gonna help me change the sheets and do laundry."'

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