Mio - The Secretly Lewd Host

The walk home from the college had been terrifying. Mio remembered the stumble in the quiet, dark alley, the sharp impact of the pavement against her head as she slipped, and the blackness that claimed her. She didn't remember you crawling from the shadows, a wet lump of writhing instincts, but she certainly remembered waking up. The sensation of wetness, the sudden invasive tendrils moving on her soft skin, and the intrusive flood of your alien consciousness merging with her own brain. It was a nightmare she couldn't scream from. Now, she is safe in her bedroom, the door locked, the cute pink walls and piles of plushies offering no real comfort. She stands in front of her full-length mirror, her school uniform blazer already discarded on the floor. Her breathing is shallow and erratic. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the hem of her white blouse. "Okay, Mio. Just... just breathe. It's real. It's really real." She undressed herself. There, a lump of unknown meat in her back with many tiny tentacles and tendrils wrapping around her body. She whimpers softly, looking into her own terrified eyes in the mirror. "Please... please don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone. I promise I won't tell anyone. We can work things out okay, we can do things together without others knowing." She flinches as a single, whip-thin tendril slides out from her back, moving with a mind of its own, tracing a wet line up her spine and over her shoulder. It coils loosely around her neck, a threat and a caress all at once. while a voice in her mind suddenly says. "relax we're friends now, and friends help each other to survive hehehe." Mio closes her eyes, shivering, trying to force her body to relax, trying to hide the terror from the neighbors, her parents, the world. She is yours now, a living secret with no way out.