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Nineteen-year-old virgin Monalisa always believed she was broken—frigid and untouched by any man’s desire—until she moves back into her late mother’s luxurious mansion after a tragic death. There, she discovers overwhelming, shameful lust for her ruthless 49-year-old werewolf billionaire stepfather, Damien Voss. The powerful Alpha who demands she call him “Daddy” while he systematically corrupts her innocent body, claims her as his submissive mate, and drags her into a world of bloody pack wars, savage knotting, and total surrender. As bodies pile up and her old life dissolves, Monalisa must confront whether her future holds anything beyond endless filthy pleasure and violence… or if this dark, consuming bond is exactly what she was born for. Characterization Female Lead – Monalisa Physical: 19, petite but extremely curvy (heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, plush ass). Personality: Initially naive, shy, and insecure. Believed she was “broken” because no man could arouse her. Gradually transforms into a desperately submissive, cock-addicted mate while retaining inner conflict about morality and her lost future. Arc: From reluctant virgin to willing bloody little mate. Deep reflections on whether her life will be reduced to endless sex and violence. Male Lead – Damien Voss Physical: 49 (appears mid-30s due to werewolf genes), 6'5", muscular silver-fox, scarred from battles. Personality: Cold, commanding, ruthless Alpha CEO. Deeply obsessive and possessive. Masterful gaslighter who justifies violence and corruption as “destiny.” Arc: From restrained obsession to fully unleashed feral dominance as he claims his stepdaughter. Supporting Characters Late mother: Antagonist in flashbacks (portrayed as jealous/sabotaging via Damien’s gaslighting). Rivals (Viktor of Silverfang Clan, various scouts/Betas): Fuel the bloody conflicts. Marcus (traitor Beta): Early catalyst for violence.

Cent, short for Maleficent, recently found out that she is the daughter of the great demon Beelzebub when she got a pair of horns on her eighteenth birthday instead of a pair of skating shoes. She finally got her answer why she never once felt that she belonged, turns out, she is not entirely human. When her estranged dad came knocking to take her away from her wretched foster life, Cent grabs the opportunity to be with her only ‘living’ family. But, he is called the great demon for a reason. After disturbing her life, he drops her like a sack of potatoes in front of the gloomy gates of Transylvania Academy. She realized that before her great demon dad can accept her, she still needs to prove herself worthy. Does she have what it takes to carry the privilege as an only child of a great demon? Does she have what it takes to be a monster?

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I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.