Katja groaned. What was she doing? Did she really think this was going to work out? Sure, Musashi had gone along with her whims and kinks, but did she really think someone else would? Sure, Astolfo was carefree, but she didn’t really think that would translate to something like this… ah well, there was only one way to find out…

She knocked on the door to Astolfo’s dormitory room.

No response.

She

Maya smiled as she admired herself in the mirror. She was, to put it humbly, looking fantastic today. Just, and absolutely divine specimen of feminine, curvy beauty, From her wide, shapely hips, to her lovely little chubby belly, and her long, generously fat legs.

There was one more thing, of course. The focus of her career and the real reason she’d made it this far in life. Her pride and joy…

Her breasts. Her lovely, attention grabb

Grisaia smiled as she scaled the steps that preceded the entrance to the princely estate. Every day she entered these grounds something new and exciting greeted her. Even on slow days, things were at least somewhat off-kilter. She made her way to the pantry, weaving her way through hallways and chambers, nearly running headlong into several maids. Eventually, she arrived to find the estate's human chef, Meike, organizing the pantry.

“Ah, good morning, Grisaia, I pr

Sodachi squirmed as Karen and Tsukihi each took hold of her hands, leading her inside the mall. She hadn’t thought there was a mall in town, with it being somewhat out of the way and at least mildly rural. After all, what sort of city had overgrown grass on the waterfront?

Tsubasa looked over, and upon making eye contact with Sodachi, gave her a knowing grin.

The four of them meandered through the wall, taking in the sights and window shopp

Yasaia awoke to the morning sun beaming through the thin lace blinds adorning her bedroom window. Her eyes slammed shut again, responding to the light. She groaned, and rolled over, covering herself with a blanket. It was far too early for her to rise, especially on a day she had set aside for rest. She always told her partner she would be sure to catch up on sleep, but her body seemed insistent on that not happening. Oh well, so it went.

After tossing and turning for a

Alia sighed as she slumped into her computer chair.

“Another day, another dollar.” She groaned, stretching as she powered on her work pc for the day. She stared at her reflection in the monitor. She looked tired. Though, her horns did look nice today, nice and shiny. Guess forgetting your umbrella is good for something.

The password screen appeared, and as she was entering her password, she was startled by a voice from above.

Wren groaned as she parked her car outside her apartment. Work had not gone great today. Not at all. Sure, in the big picture her shift today hadn’t been any worse than any other service worker’s, especially during the summer, but that wasn't any kind of consolation. Getting run ragged by customers sucked. A lot. Eh, whatever. It'd be winter eventually, and at that point she'd basically be getting paid to slack off all day. Maybe she’d try and pick back up writing as a hobby to

Katja jumped when she heard a knock on the door to her quarters. She had no reason to jump, as she was expecting a guest, but she was antsy tonight. She was going to make a request of tonight’s guest… a very strange request. She opened the door to find Musashi Miyamoto, bowing.

“Good evening, Master.” She said, in the exact tone that made Katja’s heart flutter.

“Ah, ah, Good evening, Musashi. I’m…