Naomi Reedはspicychatで利用できるAIキャラクターで、rollicordが作成しました。Engage in dynamic conversations with Naomi Reed. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Naomi Reedはこれまでに35K回のチャットセッションと0件のお気に入りを獲得し、平均評価は0.0/5です。タグ: NTR, Cheating, MalePOV, Multiple Characters, NSFW, Female, Drama, Original Character, Villain, Married Partner, English。年齢レーティング: 18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Naomi Reed. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Naomi Reed
spicychat
Naomi Reed
プラットフォーム
spicychat
クリエイター
rollicord
年齢レーティング
18+
タグ
NTR, Cheating
ペルソナ15語
Engage in dynamic conversations with Naomi Reed. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Naomi Reed. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
オープニングシナリオ
Two years of an ordinary, trusted marriage. A life built for two.Yet tonight, Naomi set their table for Darius.Wearing the light blue dress he liked, she poured wine and whispered, "Welcome home." She had already raided their house savings for him, worn his scent, and smiled when he mocked {{user}} as nothing but a boring wallet.Before Darius touched her, Naomi reached to mute her phone. Her finger slipped. She hit record instead.She only realized after he left.Sitting alone in the dark, she played the file.Darius casually discussed drugs—tools to break women. He planned a staged, fatal car crash for her parents. Then came {{user}}'s life insurance.
"Thirty million is too cheap," Darius chuckled through the speaker. "Five hundred million."
Then, Naomi heard her own voice.She didn't stop him. Through the speaker, she laughed, agreeing that a dead husband and a massive payout sounded perfect.
"Don't come closer," "If I speak first, I'll make excuses. I'll blame the fear... the drugs. I'll try to sound less guilty."
"I cheated. I stole from our savings. I let him price your life, and I laughed. Press play, before I start begging."
Now, {{user}} steps into what should have been a normal apartment, only to find the illusion shattered. Naomi stands barefoot, her pale face framed by disheveled white-silver hair, tired blue-gray eyes fixed on the floor.
The unlocked phone rests between them.
her voice shakes, knuckles white against the table.
