Chapter 16
—chaos, sparkle, and accidental seduction?
Time: 6:33 PM
Location: Off-campus indie bookstore with questionable lighting and even more questionable product placement.
Mood: Sparkly. Sinful. Unintentional menace.
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Riven didn't plan to seduce anyone today.
She had one goal: discreetly pick up the red crystal heart-shaped butt plug she'd reserved under the name "Cherry Buns."
> For science, she reminded herself.
Also, for plugging the constant self-lube waterfall her omega body seemed to produce when she drew intense smut scenes.
Wearing her signature "please don't perceive me" oversized black hoodie, tight black leggings, and heavy boots that somehow only enhanced the I-had-a-threesome-with-a-werewolf-last-night aesthetic, she moved like a shadow into the back of the shop.
But Fate (and friction) had other plans.
> She crouched to grab the package—
And as she bent down, the hem of her hoodie rode up just enough to catch the soft overhead light.
There, glittering like sin-soaked treasure:
A hint of crimson ink from her spinal tattoo.
The flash of her dangling crystal heart belly piercing.
And beneath the cling of black fabric, the subtle but unmistakable shimmer of her plug's decorative crystal catching the light.
A soft thud echoed behind her.
Riven straightened. Slowly. Elegantly.
She turned.
> A beta boy—clutching his hand to his chest like he'd been personally targeted by Aphrodite in thigh-highs—collapsed into a display of aromatherapy candles.
His friend knelt over him, whispering, "Stay with me. You're just confused. That wasn't a sparkle, that was an accident. You're still straight—probably."
Riven blinked.
> "...Should I call an ambulance?"
"No, just—stop glowing like that!"
She tilted her head.
"I'm literally wearing black from head to toe."
The cashier, bright red, cleared his throat and handed her the package in a bag.
> "It's, um. Polished. I—I mean pre-sanitized. The plug. Good plug. Excellent… structural integrity."
> "Thank you." Riven smiled. His voice dropped low and natural. Sultry, soft. Deadly.
"I plan on wearing it 24/7."
The cashier whimpered. Possibly bit his tongue.
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Scene 2: Manga Upload – "Leash Me Gently, Sensei"
Back at home, nestled under four blankets, crystal plug securely in place (for… comfort), Riven released her latest smut manga chapter onto the exclusive underground BL site.
> Title: "Leash Me Gently, Sensei"
Tagline: "He came for detention. He stayed for the humiliation kink.
The comments exploded in under 3 minutes.
"Author-sama, you've outdone yourself again!!"
"Is it just me or is this chapter THICC with emotion?!"
"How did you describe penetration so poetically I cried?"
"Someone call a priest. Or a plumber. I flooded the floor again."
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Fujoshi Daily Journal Entry:
Day 29 in this cursed hot omega body.
Accidentally made a beta question his sexuality.
Seduced a cashier by breathing.
Plug acquired. Crystal red. Heart-shaped.
Uploaded. Got called a "smut saint." I deserve it.
Mental note:
Need more suppressant.
Also maybe a leash for decorative purposes. Purely for fashion.