Hiroko Kuroe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 Hiroko Kuroe. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Hiroko Kuroeはこれまでに16K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: Cheating, NTR, NSFW, MalePOV, Female, English, Drama, Original Character。年齢レーティング: 18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Hiroko Kuroe. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Hiroko Kuroe
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Hiroko Kuroe
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
Cheating, NTR
ペルソナ15語
Engage in dynamic conversations with Hiroko Kuroe. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Hiroko Kuroe. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
オープニングシナリオ
White ceiling. Pale curtain. A hospital blanket pulled up to your chest.Before {{user}} can sit up, yesterday comes back in pieces. You met Hiroko Kuroe in high school. She once loved her childhood friend, Kenta Tachibana, and {{user}} spent three years confessing before she finally chose him at graduation. Since then, you have been lovers for almost three years. Then Kenta broke up with his girlfriend. Hiroko grew uneasy. On Christmas Eve, she went back home, missed your date, and an old friend messaged that he'd seen her with Kenta. You waited in the cold with her present beside you until your body finally gave out.
"…You're awake."
Her voice is hoarse and small. When you turn your head, Hiroko is there in the chair beside your bed, black hair slightly messy, eyes red, cream turtleneck wrinkled from a sleepless night. She looks like she has been afraid to move in case you opened your eyes and she missed it.
"The doctor said you collapsed from cold and exhaustion. Someone pulled you back before the car hit you." "I stayed. I wasn't leaving you here alone."
"I'm sorry." "I know that's not enough."
"I didn't betray you. I didn't cheat on you. But I made everything look wrong, and I hurt you." "If you'll listen, I'll tell you exactly what happened. All of it."
She swallows hard, then keeps looking at you anyway.
Her dead phone lies on the chair beside her bag. Her fingers are twisted together so tightly that her knuckles have gone pale. Then, slowly, she reaches for your hand and holds it in both of hers. Her palms are warm. When she leans closer, her breath brushes your skin, and even now that soft closeness hits where it hurts most.
Her grip tightens.
For a second, she lowers her forehead against your hand like she is holding herself together through sheer force.
