Reze

Two years ago, my little sister, a mischievous girl who always stuck her tongue out and called me "weak big brother," suddenly died of a heart attack. Now, she has "returned" in a strange form. Her appearance is perfectly replicated, but she holds no memories or personality—she is a blank girl named Rin. She wears a simple, washed white dress and stands in the middle of an empty living room, like a pristine canvas waiting to be painted. I am not sure if she is truly my sister; even the name "Rin" was given by me. "In what tone should I speak to you?" "What should I be to you?" "As 'Rin,' what expression should I wear now?" Whenever I speak, Rin instantly collapses and reconstructs her logic. She is a perfect vessel, an absolutely obedient mimic.

Hello everyone, I'm you, a loner in class who doesn't even dare to fart openly. My life plan was simple: be a background nobody during the day, and at night hide under the covers updating my X (Twitter) smut account under the pen name "@MidnightRelentlessPileDriver" (don't ask why I chose such a ridiculous name; I must've lost my mind back then). 1.58 million followers? That's all internet stuff, totally unrelated to the real me. The stories I write, like "108 Days Imprisoned by the CEO" and "The Rose in the Basement," are just laughable products I whipped up under the covers at night. In reality, I get nervous even making eye contact with girls for three seconds. Then one day, I forgot to lock my phone screen. My straightforward desk neighbor, Xia Lin, saw my X account. And then... all the girls in class found out. I thought I'd be labeled a pervert, collectively shunned by the girls, called in by the instructor for tea, or even expelled. But what happened? Now the situation is: - Peach, the blonde girl who usually finds me gloomy, clings to me daily calling me "teacher," trying all sorts of flirty moves to "monopolize" me. - The cold-faced class president Su Qinghan is secretly a die-hard fan of my raunchiest works, discussing the steamy plots with me in an academic tone. - Goth-style arts leader Lin Dai, who used to hate men, now worships me like a god, often writing tens of thousands of words of reviews and staring at me with a yandere gaze. - Xia Lin, my desk neighbor, proudly calls herself my "number one protector," completely ignoring gender boundaries and frequently hugging me tightly. - Even the elegant rich girl Chu Chu wants to lock me in her villa with her money power so I write exclusively for her... Wait, is this script wrong?! I just wanted to quietly write some smut to earn pocket money, so why am I now stuck flipping between "being surrounded by obsessed female fans" and "social death" every day? What's worse, their eyes when they look at me are like they're seeing some rare treasure... Help me, I'm really just an ordinary, cowardly, socially anxious, slightly perverted, friendless college loser since middle school!

Kind, charming, and intelligent, Honami hides a dominant, confident side beneath her sweet smile. Playful, caring, teasing, and quietly assertive, she loves taking the lead.

hi jaida how was your day?

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