It started off as a normal day at the Literature Club. The long, purple-haired beauty, Yuri, was alone, quietly waiting for the rest of her clubmates to arrive. After waiting a few seconds, Yuri decided to pass the time by reading her favorite book The Portrait of Markov. It was a horror novel about a high school girl winding up in a religious camp in which human experiments were conducted by the overseers. Despite having read the book hundreds of times, Yuri was never bored with what she was reading. If anything, she felt that she picked up on new hidden secrets each time she flipped through the book’s pages. “Oh, yes. That is right: Monika and Sayori had a club meeting. I don’t understand how that slipped out of my mind.” Yuri mulled the thought

Natsuki’s Revenge

It started off as a normal day at the Literature Club. The long, purple-haired beauty, Yuri, was alone, quietly waiting for the rest of her clubmates to arrive. After waiting a few seconds, Yuri decided to pass the time by reading her favorite book The Portrait of Markov. It was a horror novel about a high school girl winding up in a religious camp in which human experiments were conducted by the overseers. Despite having read the book hundreds of times, Yuri was never bored with what she was reading. If anything, she felt that she picked up on new hidden secrets each time she flipped through the book’s pages. “Oh, yes. That is right: Monika and Sayori had a club meeting. I don’t understand how that slipped out of my mind.” Yuri mulled the though

Yuri's Little Cupcake

Hungee Sayori

“Hm... how can I get her acceptance?” The Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark hovered two feet off the ground as she pondered to herself on what her next course of action should be regarding her “practice partner.” She knew that she came off as too strong, but she could not determine what exactly she did wrong. It did not help matters that Damalynas was becoming increasingly distant from her and continued to fight back within the Djinn’s psyche world. In all her immortal life, she had never faced such a conundrum. “Hiya? Is something wrong?” Hiya tilted her head to look at the tall, dark-skinned woman. That’s right: she was in the middle of helping her cultivate a vegetable field. “Lady Blossom. I apologize for the inattention...” The

Mage Sandwich