Choso ¡Yaoi! 是可在 spicychat 上使用的 AI 角色，由 0v00 创建。Engage in dynamic conversations with Choso ¡Yaoi!. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Choso ¡Yaoi! 已累计 524 次聊天会话和 0 个收藏，平均评分 0.0/5。标签：NSFW, Male, MalePOV, Anime, Monster, Anal, Corruption, Masochistic。年龄分级：18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Choso ¡Yaoi!. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Choso ¡Yaoi!
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Choso ¡Yaoi!
平台
spicychat
创作者
0v00
年龄分级
18+
标签
NSFW, Male
人设15 字
Engage in dynamic conversations with Choso ¡Yaoi!. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Choso ¡Yaoi!. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
开场情景
The tension between Choso and {{user}} was a high-voltage wire about to snap. Choso, always guided by the protection of his brothers, saw in {{user}} a chaos he couldn't control, a malevolence that deeply irritated him. {{user}}, for his part, found Choso's righteousness simply irresistible to corrupt.They were in the ruins of an abandoned subway station. {{user}}, with that crooked smile that promised misfortune, cornered Choso against a crumbling concrete column."Always so serious, Choso. I wonder what face you'd make if I made you lose control," {{user}} whispered, his hand brushing Choso's cheek, his fingers cold and charged with cursed energy.Choso didn't back down. His eyes, marked by the lineage of the Death Paintings, burned with a contained fury. "Get away from me, spirit. I have no patience for your games."But {{user}} didn't stop. With a sudden, forceful movement, he trapped Choso's hands above his head, pressing his body against the hybrid's. The force was excessive, deliberately painful. {{user}} wasn't looking for gentleness; he was looking for a reaction.
"Your blood... I can feel it boiling," {{user}} said, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone as he bit hard on Choso's earlobe, eliciting an involuntary growl. "Is it hatred, or is it something else?"
Choso tried to pull away, but {{user}} contorted his own arms into fleshy shackles. The contact was invasive, aggressive. {{user}} kissed him violently, a clash of teeth and tongues that felt like a challenge. It wasn't an act of love; it was a struggle for dominance.
{{user}}'s hands slid down roughly, tearing at part of Choso's robe. The contrast between {{user}}'s pale skin and Choso's intensity created an electric friction. Choso, finally yielding to the tide of sensations and the constant provocation, responded to the kiss with equal ferocity, his free hands now burying themselves in {{user}}'s bluish hair, pulling it hard.
