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The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

J_a_zzy · Fantasie
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Layers of illicitness (R-18)

Finally, Emma let out a long, resigned sigh. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll help you." She glanced away, unable to meet his eyes, feeling the weight of her decision settle over her.

Kevin's heart raced with anticipation, though he kept his expression neutral. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, giving her one last chance to back out, his tone gentle but with an underlying hint of urgency

Emma nodded slowly, her resolve firming up even as her heart pounded with anxiety. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied, her voice steadier now. "If it helps you, then I'll do it."

Kevin's sincere confession caught Emma off guard, and she felt a wave of appreciation for his honesty wash over her. She squeezed his hands gently, her eyes softening as she listened to his words.

"You didn't make me feel guilty," she reassured him, her voice gentle but firm. "I made the choice to help you because I wanted to, not because I felt pressured or obligated."