CorruptedLucia

it would be fun to corrupt a whole city again. I have some other stories I want to tell first, but soon I will make a remake, even more evil and delishous this time😈

Yeah, but I think I will rather make remake of that universe, i have some ideas.

Sounds hot

oh, I know they do😈🔥

I could but that story is already told, maybe i will do a remake of that in the future and starts with my own corruption first and then is spread/ over the city step by step like a delishous evil corruption. I always wanted to make that saga longer.

Maybe, I will think about it.

Like the idea, a sexy biker slut story is always hot.

Hmm, maybe, not quite my thing but I will consider it.

Love that idea😈

Feeling bored & wicked… what should I corrupt next? ✨
Eco activist → Ruthless corporate bitch?
Science nerd → Spoiled sorority queen?
Charity angel → Cruel mistress?
…or maybe one of you into something hot & nasty 😈💄
Got ideas? drop them in the comments 💋

So hot🔥

flux

So hot corruption🔥

Curses and corrupted items.

Oh, I would love to, she will become such a hot, evil bitch.

Thank ypu, princess Evie

(25) Sitting atop a throne in the sorority house, drenched in pink latex and smug delight, Queen Anabelle smirked down at her worshippers. “Bell is dead,” she announced coldly. “Bow before your queen, or suffer. Because weaklings serve, and bitches rule.”

(24) She cornered her old friends, the ones she used to defend. “Kiss my boots if you want me to even look at you.” Their tears only made her laugh harder, manic and cruel.

(23) On campus the next day, she forced a professor to hold her books while she posed for photos. “Careful not to smudge my nails, loser,” she hissed as students laughed in awe and fear.

(22) Anabelle licked her lips, admiring her reflection. “Mmm. Perfection,” she purred. “I was wasting my life as a pathetic nerd. Now I’ll live like the perfect goddess I was meant to be.”

(21) The sorority girls gasped, then bowed. For in their midst stood not Bell, but Queen Anabelle, their new leader, dripping with vanity and venom.

(20) She rose to her feet, taller, sexier, crueler. Pink thigh-high boots clicked on the polished floor. Her blue eyes glimmered with smug, bitchy delight.

(19) In that instant, Bell shattered. Her ponytail unraveled into perfect platinum waves, her glasses snapped from her face, and her baggy clothes dissolved into glossy pink latex that clung to every curve.

(18) The final mantra was whispered like a poison kiss:
”I am perfect. I am power. I am bitch.”
At first, Bell screamed “NO!” — but then, the words tore from her throat in manic ecstasy.

(17) They stroked her hair, still messy, still brown. “Almost there, sweet little Bell. Stop pretending you want to be good. You crave this.”

(16) She cried out, repeating it, louder each time. Pleasure rippled through her body with every syllable. Her tears turned to a trembling, guilty smile.

(15) Another chant rose:
”Kindness is weakness, cruelty is queen.”
The words seeped into her bones. She fought to resist, but the rhythm was intoxicating, like a drug.

(14) Her lips betrayed her. She whispered it, just once: “Nice girls cry…” The sorority erupted in wicked laughter. Bell gasped, horrified at the rush of heat between her legs.

(13) Hands pinned hers as they smeared glossy pink lipstick onto her lips, giggling. “See? You’re already prettier when you shut up.” Bell whimpered, but the sting made her shiver.

(12) Another mantra began, cruel and sharp:
”Nice girls cry, hot girls lie.”
The blondes chanted it like a wicked hymn, swaying in unison. Bell squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.