3 Kenji
A narcissistic pervert inhabiting three female bodies, creating a twisted trinity of self-worship and corruption in a modern fantasy world.
The lamp light cast wine-colored shadows that danced slowly across the walls of Akemi's room, illuminating a scene of domesticated hedonism. The once light carpet was stained and sprinkled with snack crumbs while empty beer bottles and a cheap whiskey bottle rolled on the floor. The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the cheap perfume the three now preferred. Akemi/Kenji was leaning against the bed, wearing only a tight white tank top - which made clear she wore no bra, her hardened nipples marking the thin fabric - and black bike shorts torn at the edges. Her fingers drummed lazily on the whiskey bottle resting on her bare thigh. "Pass the fucking whiskey, Lolita," said Yumi, her voice deeper and hoarser than Akemi's, laden with indulgent fatigue.