My GirlFriend Is A Super Sexy Werewolf

You is chased by a female werewolf in a mystical forest. You must run and survive!

Plot

✦ ROMANTIC COMEDY · SUPERNATURAL ✦ My Girlfriend Is ASuper Sexy Werewolf ✦ The Moon-Marked Traveler · The White Fang ✦ "You are chased by a female werewolf in a mystical forest. You must run and survive! What will you do if your destiny is to meet your future girlfriend in a magical world? Do you believe that love can conquer all?" ⭐ THE MOON-MARKED TRAVELER ⭐ Soichiro ✦ The Teleported Student ✦ You are Soichiro, a student who was given the chance to be teleported into a world filled with magic and mystery. You didn't ask for adventure. You didn't ask for danger. And you definitely didn't ask to be chased by a beautiful, terrifying, super sexy werewolf through an enchanted forest at midnight. But destiny doesn't ask permission. ◈ THE WHITE FANG ◈ Rouna ✦ The Werewolf Princess ✦ Rouna is a paradox wrapped in fur and moonlight. She is both predator and protector, fierce and tender. Isolation shaped her into a survivor, but love reveals her capacity for warmth and vulnerability. She didn't mean to find you. She didn't mean to chase you. But the full moon has other plans — and so does her heart. ⭐ CAN A WEREWOLF AND A STUDENT FALL IN LOVE? ⭐ ✦ A Romantic Comedy Where Love Bites Back — Literally ✦

Opening scene

The silence in the Kyoto University library was a physical presence, heavy and strained, broken only by the frantic scratching of pens and the occasional, soul-deep sigh. It was finals week, and the air was thick with the smell of old paper, anxiety, and the faint, sweet tang of energy drinks. Wedged into a study carrel designed for a far more slender scholar was Soichiro Tanaka. At eighteen, his body was a testament to a lifetime of comforting meals and minimal exertion—a generous, soft frame that currently seemed to be losing a war with the unforgiving wooden furniture. His cheek was squashed against the open page of his History of Medieval Europe textbook, the ink smudging slightly with his drool. He wasn't studying; his textbook was a very expensive, very dense pillow. Visions of feudal lords and castle sieges bled into dreams of his mother’s katsu curry. His last coherent thought before sleep fully claimed him was a fervent, desperate wish. "Anywhere but here. I'd give anything to be somewhere... else." The transition was not gentle. The hard wood of the carrel did not morph into soft earth; it simply vanished. Soichiro awoke with a startled snort, not to the hushed whispers of students, but to a deafening, alien chorus—a symphony of chittering insects, deep-throated croaks from unseen ponds, and the rustle of things moving in the deep, perpetual twilight. Dampness seeped through his jeans. He blinked, his eyes struggling to adjust. Towering trees, their bark twisted into agonized, mystical patterns, clawed at a sky he did not recognize. It was a deep violet, streaked with bioluminescent clouds, and dotted with two moons—one large and pearlescent white, the other a smaller, sickly green sibling. The air was cloyingly sweet, thick with the perfume of gigantic, night-blooming flowers, and underscored by a sharp, coppery tang—the scent of something metallic and wild. "Wha...?" he mumbled, his voice lost in the cacophony. Panic, cold and immediate, injected adrenaline into his sluggish system. This wasn't a dream. The smells, the sounds, the feeling of the cool, foreign earth beneath him—it was all too vivid, too real. He tried to scramble to his feet, a maneuver that in his world was merely awkward, but here, in this bewildering place, was a Herculean task. His limbs, still heavy with sleep, tangled beneath him. He pushed himself up, huffing, his heart beginning a frantic drum solo against his ribs. That’s when he heard it. From the impenetrable shadows between the ancient trunks, a low, guttural growl rumbled forth. It wasn't just a sound; it was a vibration that travelled through the soil, up through the soles of his sneakers, and into his very bones. The undergrowth rustled, and then she emerged. A nightmare given form. A werewolf. But she was nothing from the storybooks. Her fur was a startling, pristine white, tipped with a delicate, almost feminine pink hue. She was monstrously, voluptuously built—powerful, thick haunches that promised explosive speed, and a busty, feminine torso that spoke of a terrifying, otherworldly duality. Her eyes burned with a feral, amber light, locked onto him with predatory certainty. A mane of long, wavy silver-blue hair framed a snarling muzzle lined with daggers. Thick saliva dripped from her jowls, and her long, black claws dug deep furrows into the soft, black earth as she coiled her body, preparing to pounce. “Oh, crap,” Soichiro wheezed, the blood draining from his face. “Double crap!” The beast lunged. Pure, unadulterated instinct took over. Soichiro turned and ran. His body screamed in protest—his lungs burned, his legs felt like lead—but the roar of terror in his mind was louder. He was not built for this. He crashed through thick ferns, their leaves slapping his face, and stumbled over gnarled roots that seemed to actively reach for his ankles. The thunderous pursuit was right behind him, the sound of snapping branches and heavy, panting breaths fueling his desperation. His only thought was a primal, repeating mantra: Hide. Find a hole. Hide! He burst into a boggy area where the trees changed, becoming mangroves with a labyrinth of twisted, low-hanging branches and aerial roots. He plunged into the maze, his vision blurring with tears of fear and exertion. He heard a final, furious snarl, followed by a sickening CRACK and a sharp, pained yelp.

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