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The door creaks open. You nudge it closed with your foot and drop your bags. It’s been a long day—classes, a trip to the pharmacy to pick up meds for the chronic headache you've developed recently, and a stop to grab some groceries on the way back. <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> Jimmy is probably at the gym. He's your chad roommate, muscular, smart, and the kind of guy who can charm any girl he wants. The only thing he lacks is money, somehow he's always broke. Percy is at the kitchen table, eating instant ramen while working through some math problem you can't make sense of. He’s the resident nerd, though not bad-looking, and keeps fit by walking every day to "keep the brain juices flowing." Ander walking toward the door, skateboard in one hand and a paper bag in the other, probably holding some kind of alcohol. He’s the rebellious one—his dad own the largest pharmaceutical corpo, but he's uninterested in his family’s lofty expectations. And then there’s you—the most unremarkable of the bunch. You all have private bedrooms but share a kitchen, living room, and bathroom. So far, it’s worked out. As you start unpacking your food and meds, Ander takes notice. “So, aspirin isn’t cutting it anymore, huh? Careful with those—serious stuff. Comes with side effects.” With that, he swings the door open. "Anyway, catch you later!" He leaves, and you don’t expect to see him before 3 a.m. Now it’s time to figure out what to eat for dinner. [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|second][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|second][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|second][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|second][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]]

<img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> With that out of the way, you take a moment to relax and plan what you will do with your evening. [[Go to the gym (Body +1)|3condA][$body to $body+1]] [[Revise for school (Brain +1)|3condB][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Hang out at the student bar (Charisma +1)|3condC][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Play video games (Perception +1)|3condD][$perception to $perception+1]]

You arrive at the gym, where the atmosphere is buzzing with energy. Next to you, a girl is trying to gain followers on TakTok by showcasing her squats in a strikingly slim outfit. <img src="pic/gym.png" class="responsive-img"> Aside from that, nothing particularly remarkable catches your eye. Jimmy finishes his warm-up and turns to you with a smile. "Hey, could you spot me?" he asks. You nod and help him for a while until the roles reverse. He offer some tips while keeping an eye on your form, providing support until you completes your workout. [[Go home|gohome]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Put in some extra effort and then go home (Body +1, Energy -Body)|gohome][$body to $body+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Put in some extra effort and then go home (Body +1, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

You settle at the table, opening your books to revise the material for your upcoming classes. The pages are filled with notes and highlighted sections, each one a reminder of the hard work you've put in. <img src="pic/worktable.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Suddenly, Percy, list his hand. With barely a glance at your work, he casually points out a mistake you made in your homework. "Hey, you're missing something here," he says, his tone light but matter-of-fact. You look down at your paper, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment. You thank him, making a mental note to double-check your answers in the future. Percy smiles and adds, “No problem!” [[Go to your room|gohome]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Put in some extra effort before going to your bedroom (Body +1, Energy -Brain)|gohome][$intel to $intel+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Put in some extra effort before going to your bedroom (Body +1, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

You arrive at the bar, where the atmosphere buzzes with energy. Most of the patrons are students, drawn in by the vibrant culture and enticing discounts available with a student card. <img src="pic/bar.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As you scan the room, you notice a group of girls laughing and having a great time. You want to approach them, but you can’t find the right moment—or maybe you’re just feeling shy. Instead, you find yourself gravitating toward the bar, questioning why you came here alone in the first place. Just when you are about to leave, Ander bursts through the front door with a lively group of misfits. "Hey buddy!" he shouts, his voice cutting through the din. They surround you, already buzzing from drinks consumed before even stepping inside. "Let’s have some fun! Come join us!" Before you can think it over, you're swept away into a somewhat private alcove deeper in the bar, surrounded by laughter and camaraderie. At first, you’re unsure what to say, feeling a bit out of your element. But as Ander buys round after round of beers, you quickly loosen up. The alcohol works its magic, and soon enough, you find yourself engaging in lighthearted banter and enjoying the absurdity of the evening. As the night wears on and people begin to filter out, you catch sight of a girl who has lost her drinking companions. You glance at her, contemplating whether to make a move. Ander notices your interest and nudges you with a playful grin. <img src="pic/girlbar.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Bro,” he says, handing you a bill, “buy her a drink and go talk to her.” [[I'm too drunk, I'm going home|gohome]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Put in the extra effort of talking to her (Charisma +1, Energy -Charisma)|gohomex][$charisma to $charisma+1, $energy to $energy-1]] <<else>>==Put in the extra effort of talking to her (Charisma +1, Energy -Charisma)==<</if>>

As you settle in for the evening, a world of gaming possibilities unfolds before you. Should you dive into a strategy game, meticulously planning your next move? Or perhaps a fast-paced shooter, where reflexes and precision reign supreme? The allure of an arcade classic also beckons, promising nostalgia and quick thrills. So many choices, each one tempting in its own way. <img src="pic/gaming.png" class="responsive-img"> After a few games, you start to feel the weight of fatigue settling in. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you consider calling it a night. Yet, the thought of pushing through for just one more round lingers in your mind. You know that sacrificing sleep isn’t ideal, but the excitement of gaming just a bit more is hard to resist. [[Grab a glass of water and prepare for bed|gohome]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[I'll grab a glass of water and prepare for bed later (Perception +1, Energy -Perception)|gohome][$perception to $perception+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==I'll grab a glass of water and prepare for bed later (Perception +1, Energy -Perception)==<</if>>

Body: $body <<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $body to $body+1>> <<replace "#body" >>$body<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $body to $body-1>> <<replace "#body" >>$body<</replace>><</button>><</if>> <<if $intel gte -10>>Brain: $intel<</if>><<if $intel lt -10>>Brain: Ditzy<</if>> <<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $intel to $intel+1>> <<replace "#intel" >><<if $intel gte -10>>Brain: $intel<</if>><<if $intel lt -10>>Brain: Ditzy<</if>><</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $intel to $intel-1>> <<replace "#intel" >><<if $intel gte -10>>Brain: $intel<</if>><<if $intel lt -10>>Brain: Ditzy<</if>><</replace>><</button>><</if>> Perception: $perception<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $perception to $perception+1>> <<replace "#perception" >>$perception<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $perception to $perception-1>> <<replace "#perception" >>$perception<</replace>><</button>><</if>> Charisma: $charisma<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $charisma to $charisma+1>> <<replace "#charisma" >>$charisma<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $charisma to $charisma-1>> <<replace "#charisma" >>$charisma<</replace>><</button>><</if>> Budget: $money<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $money to $money+1>> <<replace "#money" >>$money<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $money to $money-1>> <<replace "#money" >>$money<</replace>><</button>><</if>> Energy: $energy<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $energy to $energy+1>> <<replace "#energy" >>$energy<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $energy to $energy-1>> <<replace "#energy" >>$energy<</replace>><</button>><</if>> Average college grade : $school<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $school to $school+1>> <<replace "#school" >>$school<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $school to $school-1>> <<replace "#school" >>$school<</replace>><</button>><</if>> (50 to succeed with a D) Corruption: $corruption<<if $cheat gte 1>><<button "more">> <<set $corruption to $corruption+5>> <<replace "#corruption" >>$corruption<</replace>><</button>><<button "less">> <<set $corruption to $corruption-5>> <<replace "#corruption" >>$corruption<</replace>><</button>><</if>> Sexual skills: $sex <<if $drunk lte 0>><</if>><<if $drunk == 1>>Tipsy<</if>><<if $drunk == 2>>Buzzed<</if>><<if $drunk == 3>>Drunk<</if>><<if $drunk == 4>>Wasted<</if>><<if $drunk gte 5>>Smashed<</if>> End of semester: $timer [[Walkthrough(spoiler)|walkthrough][]]

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On your way, a splitting headache resurfaces, pounding mercilessly. Upon reaching your cabinet, you quickly swallow a pill and collapse onto your bed, incapacitated. Despite having plans for when the pain subsides, you unexpectedly drift into a deep slumber. <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your dream unfolds, replaying the day's events with eerie normalcy. However, a peculiar detail emerges: everyone addresses you as "she". Confused, you dash to the bathroom, only to find a woman's reflection staring back at you. <img src="pic/dream1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Suddenly, you jolt awake. The alarm blares relentlessly, having rung for at least two hours. You realize with a start that those pills were more potent than anticipated – you've never slept so soundly. Unfortunately, this unexpected rest has made you late for English classes. [[Take your time|superlate]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Run (Energy -1)|late][$energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Run (Energy -1)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 1>>[[Call a cab (Budget -1)|late][$money to $money-1]]<<else>>==Call a cab (Budget -1)==<</if>> <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

You rush into the classroom just as the students are filing out. Breathless, you attempt to hand over your assignment, but Miss Marile, your teacher, dismisses it with a wave of her hand. She's a brunette barely older than her students, with limited experience but an abundance of self-assurance. <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "I'm afraid I can't accept this," she states firmly. "The deadline was at the start of class today. It's worth 10% of your final grade too, such a shame. If you wish to discuss this further, I'll be in my office." Despite your attempts to explain, she remains unyielding. Reluctantly, you follow her to her office and for some reason she locks the door behind you. Once inside, Miss Marile leans against her desk, arms crossed pushing her cleavage. "Look," she says, her tone softening slightly, "words alone won't suffice. Just how committed are you to having me accept your work?" <img src="pic/marile2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> With those words, you sense her legs spreading under the desk. You heard the rumor she was predatory with her student but nobody does anything because she's a woman. [[Peek under the desk (+1 sex, +1 corruption)|cuni1][$corruption to $corruption+1,$sex to $sex+1]] <<if $intel gte 2>>[[Come up with solid arguments|day2][]]<<else>>==Come up with solid arguments==<</if>> <<if $money gte 1>>[[Propose to pay her off (-1 Budget)|day2][$money to $money-1]]<<else>>==Propose to pay her off (-1 Budget)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Scream and make a scene (-1 Energy)|day2][$energy to $energy-1,$corruption+1]]<<else>>==Scream and make a scene (-1 Energy)==<</if>> <<if $perception gte 1>>[[You notice a sextoy in a drawer she didn't close properly, use this as leverage|day2][]]<<else>>==You notice a sextoy in a drawer she didn't close properly, use this as leverage==<</if>>

You enter the classroom a bit late, but thankfully, the lesson isn’t over yet. <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Miss Marile looks displeased as you drop your work onto her desk. Fortunately, Percy is in your class; he’ll catch you up on what you missed. You settle into your usual seat and listen as she delves into yet another obscure linguistic rule—one you know you’ll forget the moment you step into the real world. [[Go to lunch|day2a][]]

"Alright alright, I'll take it. Make sure to show up on time at my class in the future." <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Leave her office and go to lunch|day2a][]]

You peek and of course, she's not wearing any panties under her skirt, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her bare flesh beneath the thin fabric. "Don't be shy," she whispers, her voice a sultry invitation. You approach her cautiously, your heart racing with anticipation. Relieved to find her ready and waiting, you hesitate only for a moment before leaning in. Hesitant to use your tongue so readily, you gently prod her with your nose, savoring the scent of her arousal. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Are you a fucking virgin?" she teases, her fingers tangling in your hair, urging you closer. Tentatively, you place a soft kiss on her inner thigh, followed by another, before giving her a full-length lick. You explore her inner labia with a few flicks of your tongue, familiarizing yourself with her texture and taste. She initially seems to react, her hips arching slightly, but quickly grows impatient. Marile grasps your head, guiding your mouth directly to her clitoris. "There, that's what you should focus on. Taste it and circle around," she instructs, her voice thick with desire. <img src="pic/marile3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She reclines as you bring her closer to release, letting out a moan she quickly stifles, her body tensing with pleasure. "Go on, push a finger or two into me, feel the texture," she encourages, her breath hitching with anticipation. At this point, you decide to fully commit. You eagerly delve inside, sliding your fingers deep within her while circling her pleasure spot. Marile holds your head in place possessively, her grip tightening as you work her closer to the edge. This continues until she shudders and trembles for a minute or two, her body convulsing with the force of her release. She then releases you, your face glistening with her juices. She hands you a small towel from a nearby drawer while retrieving your work, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. [[Clean yourself|day2]]

You enter the bustling dining hall, scanning for a familiar face. Percy sits alone, as usual. <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Perfect—you can snag his notes before they slip your mind. You set your tray beside his, knowing he rarely socializes unless someone needs something. "Let me guess, you need my notes again," Percy says, not looking up from his meal. You place your notebook on the table with a sheepish grin. "Alright," he sighs, "grab me a Six Up while I transcribe them." Fair trade—a soda for his invaluable notes. You return with the fizzy offering and pepper him with questions between bites. Before you know it, lunch's over. Next up: Computer and New Technologies class. You stifle a groan, dreading another session of watching the instructor fumble through basic tasks, like the time somebody hid a file and he coun't figure out how to get it back. If it weren't for the attendance policy, you'd skip it entirely and still ace the course. [[Computer and New Technologies|Computer and New Technologies][]]

You are indeed way too drunk to sweep her away, but it was a good try and she didn't shot you down right away or maliciously, it was fun flirting a bit even if awkwardly. <img src="pic/girlbar.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[I'm too drunk, I'm going home|gohome]]

You slide into your seat, powering up the computer with a sigh. Entering your credentials, you longingly eye the back row—prime real estate for slacking off, but apparently everyone else had the same idea. The room fills with the low hum of machinery and muffled chatter. <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Professor Miller shuffles in, his arrival silencing the class. He peers over his thick-rimmed glasses, taking attendance via the login data displayed on his monitor. With a throat-clearing harrumph, he launches into today's riveting topic: PDF files. As Miller drones on about the riveting history of the Portable Document Format, your eyelids grow heavy. His voice fades to a monotonous buzz in the background. You're vaguely aware that IT might be monitoring student screens, but your phone? That's your ticket to productivity. Discreetly, you slip your smartphone from your pocket. Time to make this class worthwhile, even if it's not quite what Professor Miller had in mind. [[Actually I'm tired, may as well rest|thesissyattack][]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Look up something actually useful (Energy -1, Brain +1)|thesissyattack][$intel to $intel+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Look up something actually useful (Energy -1, Brain +1)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Play some games (Energy -1, Perception +1)|thesissyattack][$perception to $perception+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Play some games (Energy -1, Perception +1)==<</if>>

The next time you glance at your screen, you are immediately captivated by an unexpected sight. <img src="pic/hypno.png" class="responsive-img"> A mouthwatering image of a massive penis fills your vision, complete with hypnotic captions. The world fades away as you fixate on the succulent meat, almost tasting its juicy perfection. <img src="pic/hypno2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The world fade away as various hypnos imprint itself in your retina. A giggle from behind shatters your trance. Cassia, a girl from the row behind, is stifling her laughter. <img src="pic/cassia.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Panic sets in as you realize the inappropriate nature of your screen's contents. You frantically hit Alt+F4, closing the window, but a cold sweat trickles down your spine. Did anyone else notice? Will Cassia tell? As class ends, you debate whether to approach Cassia, but she makes the decision for you. Sliding into the seat beside you, she reveals her phone screen— <img src="pic/wish.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A video of you, slack-jawed and entranced by the image of a girl sucking a big cock with the caption "You wish to be her". "So, wanna stay and talk about it?" she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. You remain seated, heart racing, as the room empties. Cassia clearly wants something; best to let her make the first move. "Soooo," she begins, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'm not gonna show anyone because I know you're reasonable and I just want one thing from you. I want you to put on some clothes for me." Relief washes over you. Modeling clothes? That seems reasonable, and it's a chance to get closer to Cassia—a hottie you've always considered out of your league. "Can't wait to see you in heels." Right, that kind of modeling, she thinks you're into that kinda stuff. And weirdly enough, now that you think about it, maybe you are? [[Follow Cassia to her place (Corruption +1)|Cassia1][$corruption to $corruption+1]] <<if $body gte 1>>[[Grab her phone and erase the video|pout][]]<<else>>==Grab her phone and erase the video==<</if>> <<if $intel gte 2>>[[You know how to fake a video of Cassia that could ruin her reputation in return|pout][]]<<else>>==You know how to fake a video of Cassia that could ruin her reputation in return==<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 2>>[[Convince her it would be great but you have something important this evening|pout][]]<<else>>==Convince her it would be great but you have something important this evening==<</if>>

"You’re no fun," she pouts, crossing her arms playfully. "Anyway, here’s my number and address. You know where to find me." <img src="pic/pout.png" class="responsive-img"> Wow, that was a close call. What just happened? You don’t recall clicking on any strange links. Could the computer be infected? That’s a problem for the technician to sort out. For now, it’s time to head home and process everything that just unfolded. [[Walk to the apartment|apartment2a][]]

Cassia's studio apartment, not far from campus, exudes an air of luxury that seems beyond a typical student's means. You can't help but wonder about her financial situation. <img src="pic/cassiastudio.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "I'm so glad you agreed to this. It means a lot to me," Cassia beams. "I bought all these clothes for my ex, but they were never worn. They should fit you perfectly. Make yourself at home while I get them." As she disappears into another room, you take in your surroundings. Family photos adorn the walls, and the decor suggests she lives alone. The fridge is well-stocked with healthy options. You're contemplating whether it would be rude to snack when Cassia returns, lugging a large plastic box filled with garments. "Feel free to help yourself to anything. I've got a smoothie maker if you're interested. Oh, and wine too—red or white? You know what, let's get you comfortable first, then we'll have dinner." She lays out an ensemble: mary janes, a full-length skirt, and a matching sweater. Stretchy undergarments are also presented. "Just in case you need them," she adds with a wink. <img src="pic/under.png" class="responsive-img"> You exchange a silent, awkward glance. "Right," Cassia says, breaking the tension. "We're both girls, but it might be weird if I watch. Plus, we're still getting to know each other. I'll start on dinner while you change." As Cassia busies herself in the kitchen, you're left to process this unexpected turn of events. This morning, you couldn't have predicted being invited to Cassia's for dinner, let alone being asked to try on her clothes. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you reach for the garments, this will be a peculiar evening. [[Don't put on the underwear (Budget +1, Energy +2)|Cassia1a][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[Wear the underwear too (Budget +1, Energy +2, Corruption +1)|Cassia1a][$corruption to $corruption+1,$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]]

Your belly full, you take a moment to relax and plan what you will do with your evening. [[Go to the gym (Body +1)|5condA][$body to $body+1]] [[Revise for school (Brain +1)|5condB][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Hang out at the student bar (Charisma +1)|5condC][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Play video games (Perception +1)|5condD][$perception to $perception+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

<img src="pic/crossdress.png" class="responsive-img"> “Oh, those look fantastic on you! Much better than your old clothes,” She chimes, her voice bright yet tinged with a hint of mischief as you sit at the table with Cassia. Her words hang in the air, leaving you uncertain whether to take them as a genuine compliment or a veiled insult. You glance down at your new outfit, feeling self-conscious. As she serves a well-balanced meal—colorful vegetables, perfectly cooked grains, and a savory protein—the atmosphere feels a bit strained. The small talk is awkward; you barely know her, and the pressure to engage in conversation weighs heavily on you. You can sense that she’s observing you closely, perhaps judging your reactions or trying to gauge your comfort level. After a few more moments of tentative chatter about the weather and recent events, she finally cuts through the small talk with a directness that surprises you. “So, how do they feel?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. You realize she’s not just talking about your clothes; she’s probing deeper or is going to do so. [[I hate them, that's not me. I don't even know how what so saw ended up on my screen. I only agreed to this because you blackmailed me.|Cassia1b][]] [[Look it's not that bad, but I'm pretty much a man. I'll call you back if I turn female. (Corruption +1)|Cassia1b][$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[You know what, it's not all bad. I wouldn't do this usually, but I could get use to it. Corruption +2|Cassia1b][$corruption to $corruption+2]] [[This is just let's pretend, but they do feel really good. (Corruption +3)|Cassia1b][$corruption to $corruption+3]]

"Oh, you know what we should do?" Cassia exclaims, her eyes suddenly alight with excitement. "We should go clubbing!" She claps her hands together, practically bouncing in her seat with enthusiasm. A myriad of reasons why this is a terrible idea flood your mind. You voice your concerns, but Cassia's enthusiasm is like a runaway train. "I know, I know," she continues, waving off your objections. "You don't look that feminine yet, but don't worry! I've got everything we need." She starts ticking off items on her fingers. "Makeup, razor, fake breasts - the works! We'll transform you completely." You feel a mix of fascination and horror as she outlines her plan. This is far beyond what you had agreed. Yet, her excitement is infectious, making it difficult to outright refuse. <img src="pic/cassia.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "And here's the brilliant part," Cassia leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We'll just pretend you're mute. We can use fake sign language to communicate. I'll interpret whatever I think you're saying. It's going to be so much fun!" Her eyes are shining with anticipation, clearly envisioning a night of adventure and mischief. [[Forget it Cassia, let's try a couple of clothes. This is going way too fast for me.|Cassia1c][]] [[Fine, but you better delete that video when we are done. (Corruption +1)|Cassia1d][$corruption to $corruption+1]]

"Right, baby steps," Cassia says, her tone softening as she notices your hesitation. "This is a big day for you, discovering your true self and all that." Her words, though well-intentioned, feel both encouraging and slightly presumptuous. You're not entirely sure what your "true self" is, but she does attempt to make you feel comfortable. With a flourish, Cassia presents a carefully curated selection of clothes. The fabrics are soft, the colors vibrant, and the styles diverse. "Let's start with something simple," she suggests, handing you a flowy blouse and a pair of fitted jeans. As you try on each outfit, Cassia insists you walk like a model, demonstrating with an exaggerated strut that makes you both smile. Her playfulness eases some of your tension, and you find yourself enjoying the experience more than you expected. <img src="pic/parade.png" class="responsive-img"> "Now for the pièce de résistance," Cassia announces, producing a pair of sleek high heels. You eye them warily, but she encourages you to give them a try. Your first steps are wobbly, but with Cassia's guidance, you start to find your balance. The change in your posture is immediate, and you can't help but feel a small thrill at conquering them. Next comes the experiment with fake breasts. The weight and feel of them are strange at first, but you're surprised at how they change your silhouette. Cassia watches your reaction closely, ready to offer support or remove them if you're uncomfortable. "Let's add a finishing touch," she says, bringing out her makeup kit. You're hesitant, but her enthusiasm is contagious. With gentle hands, she applies a light foundation, a touch of blush, and a subtle lip color. Looking in the mirror, you're startled by the person staring back at you. As the evening progresses, Cassia's excitement never wanes. She treats you like her new best friend, sharing makeup tips, style advice, and personal anecdotes. Despite your initial reservations, you find yourself relaxing in her company, even laughing at her jokes and sharing some of your own stories. As the night draws to a close, you feel a mix of emotions. You take a long shower, washing away the makeup and returning to your familiar self. As you gather your things to head home, Cassia gives you a warm hug. "Remember," she says softly, "Just be yourself." [[Go back home and sleep|dream2][]]

As you gaze into the mirror, you're taken aback by your reflection. It's not flawless, but if you were to pass yourself on the street, you'd never guess the woman staring back at you is male. "You're gorgeous," Cassia whispers, adjusting your wig with a gentle touch. The party dress you both selected errs on the conservative side. You must choose carefully what to reveal, avoiding any risk of revealing your true nature. Opting to leave the heels at home, you consider two factors: your inexperience dancing in them and your already tall height for a woman. You and Cassia hail a cab to a nightclub she knows is open on Thursdays. Bracing yourself for an outlandish suggestion from her, you're pleasantly surprised by her restraint. As you step onto the pavement, the pulsating music spills onto the street. You breeze past a line of rejected men, entering free of charge—one of the perks of being a woman, you muse. <img src="pic/nightclub.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The atmosphere inside is electric and deafening. Despite it being a slow night, the dance floor teems with bodies moving under a kaleidoscope of lights. Cassia pulls you straight into the fray, encouraging you as she lets loose. After expending her pent-up energy, she signals you to follow her to the bar. "I know what'll help you loosen up—good old drinks!" she exclaims, gesturing towards the few vacant spots at the bar and the extensive selection displayed on the wall. "Take your pick!" [[Beer|Cassia1e][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|Cassia1e][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|Cassia1e][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

Going back to the dance floor, you feel a sense of ease wash over you as Cassia dances nearby, showcasing her moves and encouraging you to try them yourself. A little alcohol and her enthusiasm are all it takes for you to start having fun. As more people join in, the dance floor becomes increasingly crowded, but you find yourself enjoying the connections you're making. <img src="pic/cassiaclub.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When you both start to feel tired, she playfully drags you back to the bar for a second round of drinks. [[Beer|Cassia1f][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|Cassia1f][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|Cassia1f][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

You linger at the bar for a while as Cassia playfully asks about your type of men. She points out various guys in the crowd, curious to know if any of them catch your eye. <img src="pic/clubmen.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Perhaps it’s the effects of the alcohol, but a few of them do seem appealing. The crowd is diverse, ranging from bulky to slim, and representing all different races. It’s an interesting mix that keeps the conversation lively and fun. [[Point at the one you like the most|Cassia1g][]] [[Show her you're not into any of them|Cassia1z][]]

"Right, wait here," Cassia says with a mischievous grin. Before you can process what's happening, she's whispering—or rather, shouting—into a guy's ear over the booming music. She guides him back to the bar where you're waiting. "Hi, I heard from your friend that you're a bit shy and can't really speak. Nice to meet you," he says, smiling warmly. You respond with a gesture, and Cassia immediately jumps in, telling him you're glad to meet him too. <img src="pic/cassiaclub.jpg" class="responsive-img"> What follows is a surreal conversation where you communicate through signs, and Cassia flirts with the guy on your behalf. It's an unusual dynamic, but there's something oddly entertaining about the whole situation. And then Cassia says she need to excuse herself and leave you both alone. [[Follow her and tell her you're done for the night|Cassia1z][]] [[Dance with the guy (Corruption +1)|Cassia1h][$corruption to $corruption+1]]

"That's fine, you already did a lot tonight" she tells you with a smile. After one last dance, you step outside and catch a cab to go home. Once there, you quickly change into your comfortable clothes before heading back out. However, just before you reach home, the headache returns. You grab a pill and head to bed as quickly as possible, hoping for a restful night. [[Dream|dream2][]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

He takes your hand gently, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as he leads you back to the dance floor. As the rhythm swells, you find yourself moving in sync with him, the world around you fading into a sensual blur. His movements are confident yet fluid, and you mirror him, letting the music guide your body in a dance of pure desire. <img src="pic/dancing.jpg" class="responsive-img"> With each beat, the distance between you shrinks, your bodies drawing closer until you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. You catch glimpses of his laughter as he twirls you around, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something more primal. You respond with a playful spin of your own, feeling lighter than air, your movements charged with anticipation. The energy is infectious; it’s as if the music has woven an invisible thread connecting your souls, pulling you together in a dance of seduction. As the song transitions into a slower tempo, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. Knowing you can't let him feel your bonus part, you do the first thing that comes to mind and turn around, grinding your ass against his growing bulge. The warmth of his body against yours sends a rush of exhilaration through you, your breath hitching with every movement. You can feel his breath against your ear as he leans in and whispers, his voice husky with need, "I can't take it anymore, I must 'alleviate some tension,'" before making his way toward the bathroom. Meanwhile, you see Cassia at the bar, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she enjoys every single moment of the situation she orchestrated, a knowing smile playing on her lips. [[Go back to her and tell her you're done for the night|Cassia1z][]] <<if $drunk gte 4>>[[Follow him and help him "alleviate some tension"|Cassia1m][$corruption to $corruption+4]]<<else>>==Follow him and help him "alleviate some tension"==<</if>>

You enter the bathroom with him, the door barely clicking shut behind you. He pushes you against the wall of the stall, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. You're drunk enough to surrender to the moment, but a flicker of awareness keeps you grounded, reminding you of the potential danger if he probes between your legs. So, you drop to your knees, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and caution. The snake in his pants springs free, its tip already glistening, mere inches from your tempting lips. He teases you, circling his half-hard meat across your face, each stroke making him stiffer, more insistent. You know the drill, the dance of pleasure, and you're eager to perform. You lean in, your lips brushing against his velvety skin, your tongue flicking out to taste him, to lubricate him for what's to come. You take him in your mouth, your own experience guiding your movements. You know what you like, what drives you wild, and you use that knowledge to please him. His body responds, his hips bucking slightly as you stroke and suck, your tongue dancing along his length. As he pushes deeper, you realize you're not ready to take all of him, but that's okay. It doesn't take long before he presses his hand at the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he fills your wanting mouth with his seed, his groans of pleasure echoing in the small space. <img src="pic/clubblow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He savors the moment, his body shuddering with release, before pulling away and leaving the stall without a backward glance. "Thanks, I needed that," he says, his voice dismissive, already moving on. You clean yourself quickly, making sure to hide any evidence of what just transpired. You peek out, checking if the coast is clear, before seeking Cassia, who appears exceedingly pleased with herself, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. [[Go back to her and tell her you're done for the night (Sex +1)|Cassia1z][$sex to $sex+1]]

Without Percy around, you'll have to look a couple of things on the internet and interpret his notes but you can manage. [[Go to your room|dream2]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[Put in some extra effort and then go to your room (Brain +1, Energy -Brain)|dream2][$intel to $intel+1, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==Put in some extra effort and then go to your room (Brain +1, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> <img src="pic/worktable.jpg" class="responsive-img">

As you make your way to the bar, Ander and his friends catch up to you. "Wanna party?" he asks with a grin. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if this is the right choice. But then again, drinking alone isn’t exactly the best option, is it? You end up drinking and sharing stories all over skate parks and other spots. [[Go home early|dream2]] <<if $energy gte $charisma>>[[Stay until late (Charisma +1, Energy -Charisma)|dream2][$charisma to $charisma+1, $energy to $energy+1-$charisma]]<<else>>==Stay until late (Charisma +1, Energy -Charisma)==<</if>> <img src="pic/skate.jpg" class="responsive-img">

A few games into the night, you finally feel a bit sleepy. [[Grab a glass of water and prepare for bed|dream2]] <<if $energy gte $perception>>[[I'll grab a glass of water and prepare for bed later (Perception +1, Energy -Perception)|dream2][$perception to $perception+1, $energy to $energy+1-$perception]]<<else>>==I'll grab a glass of water and prepare for bed later (Perception +1, Energy -Perception)==<</if>> <img src="pic/gaming.png" class="responsive-img">

With the situation apparently under control, it's time for diner. You meet with Ander drinking with his bodies in the lobby. The other two are nowhere to be seen. [[Instant ramen (Budget +3)|apartment2][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget +2, Energy +1)|apartment2][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget +1, Energy +2)|apartment2][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|apartment2][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

You start to feel the pain in your head return, you pop a pill and set off to sleep. <<if $corruption lte 1>>You dream of Cassia chasing after you down the school corridor, her arms filled with women’s clothing. The vibrant colors of the fabric flutter around her as she runs, laughter echoing through the hall. Meanshile you are terrified and lost in a maze. <img src="pic/dreamcassia.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She corner you in the computer room and you desperatly look for an escape while she pick a colorful dress for you to wear.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 2 and $corruption lte 6>>As you wake up, you carefully choose a comfortable bra and matching panties before selecting your favorite pair of jeans and a stylish shirt. You apply a light touch of makeup, enhancing your natural features. On the drive to school, you feel confident and ready for the day ahead. In math class, your hard work pays off as you receive high praise for your recent assignment. During lunch, you notice more of your male classmates vying for a seat at your table, drawn by your growing confidence and intellect. In philosophy class, you engage in a lively discourse with the teacher, articulating your points with clarity and conviction. Your well-reasoned arguments impress both the teacher and your peers. As the school day comes to an end, you pause to refresh your makeup using your pocket mirror. <img src="pic/dreammakeup.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Just as you're about to leave, you accidentally trip, waking you up in your bed.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 7>>You dream of a chiseled man, his lips fused with yours as his skilled fingers dance across your demanding pussy. Another hulking figure approaches, his massive cock throbbing with anticipation. They ravage your large, heaving tits, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of your flesh as you arch your back, stroking their rock-hard shafts. The second man positions himself, allowing you to savor the taste of his thick, succulent cock. Meanwhile, the first lover trails kisses down your body, his tongue finally reaching your clit, driving you wild. As you teeter on the edge of release, he stands, thrusting his massive cock deep into your dripping pussy, filling you completely. A third man joins, his lips on your neck, whispering filthy words, "You're such a whore." The mattress beneath you shifts, replaced by another man eager to claim your ass. With each of your holes taken, more men surround you, their cocks demanding attention. You use your ample tits and skilled hands to satisfy them, but their numbers overwhelm you. You're suffocating under the weight of a dozen men, their bodies pressing against yours, driving you closer and closer to the brink of climax. <img src="pic/gangbang.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You wake, your sheets twisted around your body, nearly strangling you. Your bed is a battlefield, a testament to the wild dreams that left you panting and desperate for more. Hopefully, this is just a one-time thing, or you might never leave your bed again.<</if>> [[Get ready for your friday|friday1][$drunk to 0]] <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

You arrive at the gym, where the atmosphere is buzzing with energy. Next to you, a guy doing deadlift. Aside from that, nothing particularly remarkable catches your eye. <img src="pic/gym.png" class="responsive-img"> Jimmy finishes his warm-up and turns to you with a smile. "Hey, could you spot me?" he asks. You nod and help him for a while until the roles reverse. He offer some tips while keeping an eye on your form, providing support until you completes your workout. [[Go home|dream2]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Put in some extra effort and then go home (Body +1, Energy -Body)|dream2][$body to $body+1, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==Put in some extra effort and then go home (Body +1, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

You are on time today. After grabbing a quick breakfast and packing your bag, you make it to math class with moments to spare. Just as you settle into your seat, the door swings open, and Professor Martinez enters the room. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you discreetly check your phone. As expected, Professor Martinez has updated the scores from your last test. A quick glance reveals results to be passable at best. <img src="pic/martinez.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As the lecture begins, Professor Martinez's voice fills the hall. Today's topic covers algebra and curves - concepts that, in theory, could be looked up online in minutes or solved with an app. Yet here you are, expected to learn them by heart for more advanced courses. The irony isn't lost on you. You diligently take notes, trying to maintain focus, but an unusual discomfort in your chest distracts you. The pain in your nipples is odd and slightly concerning. Everything as been wierd since you started your new medication and as the class wraps up, you find yourself with mixed emotions. On one hand, you're grateful for a relatively normal class experience for once. On the other, why does it have to be the most boring class between them all? [[Go to lunch|fridaylunch1]]

You grab your tray and you look for a place to sit, you have a couple of options. Obviously Ander is nowhere to be seen. [[Sit with Percy|lunchpercy1]] [[Sit with Jimmy|lunchjimmy1]] [[Sit with Cassia|lunchcassia1]] [[Sit alone|lunchalone1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Sitting down with Percy is easy; he's not the social butterfly type. "So, what do you need this time?" he asks, his tone more curious than accusatory. As it happens, you don't need anything specific, except maybe to ask him about your medication's side effects. Percy furrows his brow, considering your words. "Hmm, I'm not sure if you need to see a specialist yet. Nothing you're describing seems to indicate something serious. Let me take a few notes, though. Can you describe everything in detail?" You relay all the information he needs to know, being as thorough as possible. After listening intently, Percy responds, "It could be psychosomatic, but I'll look into this further. In the meantime, keep a close eye on any new side effects and let me know if anything changes." [[Go to philosophy and ethic class|philosophy1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You want to sit down with Jimmy, but he’s quite the popular guy. Just as you’re about to turn away, he spots you and calls out. "Hey buddy, there’s a spot over there!" You don’t really engage with him directly; instead, you find yourself chatting with a group of his friends. During the conversation, you learn that he recently broke up with his girlfriend. [[Go to philosophy and ethic class|philosophy1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You want to sit down with Cassia, but she’s quite popular. Just as you’re about to turn away, she calls out to you. "My favorite sissy! Come sit next to me!" Did she really just say that? Thankfully, everyone takes it as a joke. She shifts her bag from the seat beside her, a trick that reserves the spot for her true friends, and you catch a few jealous glances from the crowd. "I was worried you wouldn’t want to see me after last time, but I knew we had something special," she continues. With everyone around, discussing "last time" feels off-limits, so you engage in small talk until lunch ends. [[Go to philosophy and ethic class|philosophy1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Feeling antisocial, you eat alone. [[Go to philosophy and ethic class|philosophy1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You settle into your seat and open your notebook. Professor Amanda Chan, wearing a blouse, skirt and a choker adorning a blue precious stone, sits at her desk. She insists on being called by her first name, emphasizing that in the orchestra of learning, the conductor's role is necessary but not superior to others. <img src="pic/chan.png" class="responsive-img"> Initially skeptical of this approach from a teacher who as yet to reach 30, you've come to appreciate Amanda's wisdom. As she rises, a hush falls over the classroom. "Today, we'll explore hedonism, a philosophical perspective rooted in ancient Greek thought," Amanda begins. "At its core, hedonism proposes two fundamental principles: Pleasure is the only intrinsic good Pain is the only intrinsic bad Consequently, hedonism suggests that the moral worth of an action is determined solely by its consequences in terms of pleasure and pain. This seemingly simple framework has far-reaching implications for how we might approach ethics and decision-making. Hedonism manifests in various forms. Psychological hedonism, for instance, posits that all human behavior is fundamentally motivated by the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain. This view bears some resemblance to Pavlovian conditioning, where pleasure and pain serve as rewards and punishments shaping our actions. On the ethical front, we find two primary branches: hedonistic utilitarianism and hedonistic egoism. Utilitarianism aims to maximize pleasure for all sentient beings, advocating for actions that produce the greatest pleasure for the greatest number. Egoism, in contrast, focuses on maximizing one's own pleasure. However, as we consider hedonism, we must acknowledge its complexities. Not all pleasures and pains are created equal – some experiences even blur the line between the two. We must grapple with issues like addiction and habituation, which complicate the straightforward pursuit of pleasure. Moreover, we need to explore the nature of true happiness and whether it aligns perfectly with hedonistic principles. Interestingly, some argue for the necessity of pain as a contrast to pleasure, suggesting that a life devoid of any suffering might paradoxically diminish our capacity for joy. As we study hedonism, we'll need to critically examine these nuances and challenges, pushing us to refine our understanding of pleasure, pain, and the good life." Amanda then provides a more in-depth introduction to Greek philosophers who explored hedonism, tracing its development through the ancient world. As the class concludes, she assigns homework: "Reflect on your personal understanding of pleasure, pain, and happiness. How do these concepts relate to your own life experiences?" The bell rings, and students begin to pack up, this assignment is pretty subjective, may as well tackle it right away while the iron is hot. What do I think of pleasure? [[Nothing matches physical pleasure|fridayend1][$corruption to $corruption+3, $amanda to $amanda+2]] [[Physical and mental pleasure must be in balance|fridayend1][$corruption to $corruption+2, $amanda to $amanda+1]] [[Pleasure belong to the realm of the mind|fridayend1][$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Pleasure is a distraction|fridayend1][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

What do I think of pain? [[Pain and pleasure are both good, damage to your mind and body is the bad part|fridayend1a][$corruption to $corruption+3, $amanda to $amanda+3]] [[There's good and bad pain|fridayend1a][$corruption to $corruption+2, $amanda to $amanda+2]] [[You need a little plain to remind you of how good you feel|fridayend1a][$corruption to $corruption+1, $amanda to $amanda+1]] [[Any pain is too much|fridayend1a][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

What do I think of happiness? [[Happiness is having a purpose|fridayend1b][$corruption to $corruption+3, $amanda to $amanda+2]] [[Happiness is when you feel good|fridayend1b][$corruption to $corruption+2, $amanda to $amanda+1]] [[Happiness is being healthy and fed|fridayend1b][$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Happiness is a serene mind|fridayend1b][$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Happiness is harmony with the community|fridayend1b][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<set $amanda to $amanda-2>>

With one less thing on your mind, it’s time to head home. As you step into the apartment, you find it empty. Jimmy has likely gone to visit his family, you wish you could do the same. Ander is probably off partying for the weekend, he could be anywhere. And Percy must be at his stage thing he’s been involved in for the past few months. That means you have the flat all to yourself this weekend. But first, what’s for dinner? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|second4][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|second4][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|second4][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|second4][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]]

Now I should plan something for my weekend. [[Keep it balanced (+1 to all)|weekend1g][$body to $body+1,$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1,$perception to $perception+1]] [[Fitness boot camp (Body +3)|weekend1a][$body to $body+3]] [[Weekend classes (Brain +3)|weekend1b][$intel to $intel+3]] [[Invite people to party! (Charisma +3)|weekend1c][$charisma to $charisma+3]] [[Video games, movie and porn all day! (Perception +3)|weekend1d][$perception to $perception+3]] <<if $corruption gte 5>>[[Call Cassia and ask her to dress you up|weekend1e][]]<<else>>==Call Cassia and ask her to dress you up==<</if>> <<if $corruption gte 9>>[[Call Cassia and spend the weekend with her as a girl|weekend1f][]]<<else>>==Call Cassia and spend the weekend with her as a girl==<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

The gym awaits! Today is all about cardio, lifting, and targeting those legs. Every muscle you've neglected throughout the week will get the workout it deserves. Let’s make every rep count! During the day, you see a text on your phone. <img src="pic/text.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hi, it's Cassia, I have a friend at a spicy kind of bar who always need more staff, if you're interested to dance or serve customers in any ways, give him a call." Yeah, that sounds like the kind of things she would like to see. [[That was saturday alone|weekenddream1][]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Hire a personnal trainer (Body +3, Budget -5)|weekenddream1][$body to $body+3,$money to $money-5]]<<else>>==Hire a personnal trainer (Body +3, Budget -5)==<</if>> <img src="pic/gym.png" class="responsive-img">

While taking additional classes between your regular courses may seem excessive, it could provide you with the edge you need to achieve top grades, speedrun school, or keeping up when falling behind. During the day, you see a text on your phone. <img src="pic/text.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hi, it's Cassia, I have a friend at a spicy kind of bar who always need more staff, if you're interested to dance or serve customers in any ways, give him a call." Yeah, that sounds like the kind of things she would like to see. [[That was saturday alone|weekenddream1][]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Hire a personnal tutor (Brain +3, Budget -5)|weekenddream1][$intel to $intel+3,$money to $money-5]]<<else>>==Hire a personnal tutor (Brain +3, Budget -5)==<</if>> <img src="pic/worktable.jpg" class="responsive-img">

If the flat is yours alone for two days, may as well put them to good use. Now, just how wild is it going to be? [[Just an informal meet up, maybe a couple of Ander friends and people from your class|weekenddream1z][]] <<if $money gte 3>>[[You're gonna need a budget, everyone you kinda know can come over (Charisma +2, Budget -3)|weekenddream1z][$charisma to $charisma+2,$money to $money-3]]<<else>>==(Charisma +2, Budget -3)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 5>>[[You're gonna need a clean up crew, it's open to eveyone (Charisma +3, Budget -5)|weekenddream1z][$charisma to $charisma+3,$money to $money-5]]<<else>>==You're gonna need a clean up crew, it's open to eveyone (Charisma +3, Budget -5)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[You'll organize everything and do the clean up yourself (All +1, Energy -4, Corruption +2)|weekenddream1z][$body to $body+1,$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1,$perception to $perception+1,$energy to $energy-4,$corruption to $corruption+2]]<<else>>==You'll organize everything and do the clean up yourself (All +1, Energy -4, Corruption +2)==<</if>> <img src="pic/party.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Hell yeah, the ultimate shut in slob mix. Before going to sleep, you see a text on your phone. <img src="pic/text.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hi, it's Cassia, I have a friend at a spicy kind of bar who always need more staff, if you're interested to dance or serve customers in any ways, give him a call." Yeah, that sounds like the kind of things she would like to see. [[That was saturday alone|weekenddream1][]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Let's buy a new games and dig in (Perception +3, Budget -5)|weekenddream1][$perception to $perception+3,$money to $money-5]]<<else>>==Let's buy a new games and dig in (Perception +3, Budget -5)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Play all night (Perception +3, Energy -5) |weekenddream1][$perception to $perception+3,$energy to $energy-5]]<<else>>==(Perception +3, Energy -5)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Maybe you could put in extra effort and clean the flat, do laundry and do the dishes (All +1, Energy -4, Corruption +2) |weekenddream1][$body to $body+1,$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1,$perception to $perception+1,$energy to $energy-4,$corruption to $corruption+2]]<<else>>==Maybe you could put in extra effort and clean the flat, do laundry and do the dishes (All +1, Energy -4, Corruption +2)==<</if>> <img src="pic/gaming.png" class="responsive-img">

"I'm delighted you called," Cassia exclaimed. "Let's meet at my place tomorrow." The following day, you step into her studio apartment, the space is tastefully furnished, with high-quality amenities that hint at a more refined lifestyle. "Please, choose whatever you like," Cassia says enthusiastically, gesturing towards an impressive rack of clothing, including an array of undergarments. She's thoughtfully provided a privacy screen for changing and even laid out a long carpet for modeling. Her excitement is palpable. While spending the day trying on women clothes with someone you barely know might feel unconventional for a guy, it's what you've agreed to. Now, the question remains: what style of clothing do you want to explore the most? <img src="pic/parade.png" class="responsive-img"> [[Mostly have fun and try silly stuff (Budget +2, Energy +3, Corruption +1)|weekend1ea][$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+3,$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Fitness and stretchy clothes (Body +1, Budget +2, Energy +2, Corruption +1)|weekend1ea][$body to $body+1,$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+2,$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Everything refined (Brain +1, Budget +2, Energy +2, Corruption +1)|weekend1ea][$intel to $intel+1,$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+2,$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Anything seductive and sexy (Charisma +1, Budget +2, Energy +2, Corruption +2)|weekend1ea][$charisma to $charisma+1,$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+2,$corruption to $corruption+2]] [[The trashiest most provocative stuff possible (Perception +1, Budget +2, Energy +2, Corruption +3)|weekend1ea][$perception to $perception+1,$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+2,$corruption to $corruption+3]]

"I'm so glad you called," Cassia exclaimed. "Let’s meet at my place tomorrow." The next day, you step into her studio apartment, which is tastefully furnished and boasts high-quality amenities that suggest a more refined lifestyle. After several hours spent perfecting your makeup and selecting the ideal dress, you head out to the mall together. You explore a variety of shops, checking out clothes, shoes, and unique finds that pique your interest. <img src="pic/parade.png" class="responsive-img"> Later, Cassia treats you to dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant. As you share stories and laughter over delicious food, you feel a deeper connection with her. As the evening winds down and you prepare to leave, Cassia pulls out her phone to check the time. "I have a date with my boyfriend later," she says casually. Wait—she has a boyfriend? "It's going to be a private karaoke room kind of night, it was going to just be the two of us but I don't mind sharing if you know what I mean. If you'd like, I can ask him if you can join us, but I’d need to tell him what you are." [[Nah I'm good (Budget +3, Energy +3, Corruption +3)|weekenddream1][$money to $money+3,$energy to $energy+3,$corruption to $corruption+3]] [[I'll join you (Budget +2, Energy +2, Corruption +5)|weekendkaraoke1][$money to $money+2,$energy to $energy+2,$corruption to $corruption+5]]

A bit of everything, keeping your life in balance as all things should be. It's good to have a whole day to dedicate to yourself. During the day, you see a text on your phone. <img src="pic/text.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hi, it's Cassia, I have a friend at a spicy kind of bar who always need more staff, if you're interested to dance or serve customers in any ways, give him a call." Yeah, that sounds like the kind of things she would like to see. [[That was saturday alone|weekenddream1][]] <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Maybe you could put in extra effort and clean the flat, do laundry and do the dishes (Body +1, Brain +1, Charisma +1, Perception +1, Energy -5, Corruption +2)|weekenddream1][$body to $body+1,$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1,$perception to $perception+1,$energy to $energy-5,$corruption to $corruption+2]]<<else>>==Maybe you could put in extra effort and clean the flat, do laundry and do the dishes (Body +1, Brain +1, Charisma +1, Perception +1, Energy -5, Corruption +2)==<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

<img src="pic/forest.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As you escape to the dreamscape, you find yourself wandering through a dense forest, lost among the towering trees that loom overhead. The air is filled with the sound of laughter drifting from somewhere nearby. Curious, you follow the sound until you come upon a door nestled between the trunks. With a deep breath, you open it and step inside—only to discover that you’ve entered your math class. The room is eerily empty, save for an equation scrawled across the blackboard. It’s something you should know, something simple, yet your mind goes blank. <img src="pic/hardmath.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Panic rises within you as you cry out in frustration, your thoughts racing but unable to grasp the solution. Each attempt to solve the problem feels like a weight pressing down on you, draining your strength. Overwhelmed, you find yourself crawling out of the classroom, desperate to escape. You stumble into a stage above a vibrant party filled with laughter and music, you grab the pole in the middle of the stage and begin dancing. Each of your move is more unbelieveable and sexy than the last. But you're not hot enough, you disrobe but not enough head get to turn, not enough money rain on you. You grab your own tits and pull. It hurts but eventually they puff out of your chest, nice and round. You then push on your dick, forcing it inside until it's all gone. <img src="pic/dreampole.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The crowd cheer but the sound feels distant. Just as you begin to see more heads turn toward the stage, you wake up, heart racing and breathless, still caught in the remnants of your dream. That was weird, you are covered in cold sweat and feel a bit sick. You pray you haven't caught something as you inspect yourself. The flesh under your tits is indeed a bit painful and more dense than usual, a bit like they started to grow. Your nether is also painful and with the morning wood, you can tell you dick is smaller than it should be. You also find a swallow fold between you balls and ass. Alarmed, you step out of bed and gaze at your reflection in the mirror. Your features appear more delicate and feminine than you remember. Something is definitely amiss—perhaps a hormone imbalance or an unknown medical condition. Deciding to start the day with a shower, you hope the warm water will soothe your nerves and will give you time to think about the situation. As the hot water cascades down your body, you experience a moment of relaxation. However, glancing down, you're horrified to see an alarming amount of hair swirling towards the drain. Could this be a sign of cancer? You tug gently at your hair; it holds firm, yet a light touch seems to dislodge body hair with unsettling ease. The situation defies logic. Stepping out of the shower, you notice the towel collecting far more loose body hair than usual. Concerned, you also check your height, confirming that you are indeed shorter than you should be. You've never heard of any condition that could cause such rapid height loss. Piecing together these bewildering changes, the impossible conclusion seems to be that you're transforming into a woman. Yet, you know this cannot simply happen. If such a transformation were possible, transgender individuals wouldn't need to undergo extensive medical procedures and go under a surgeon knife. [[Let's not do anything|sunday1][]] [[Look it up on the internet|sundayinternet1][]] <<if $money gte 2>>[[Meet with a health profesionnal (Budget -2, Energy+2) |sundaydoc1][$money to $money-2, $energy to $energy+2]]<<else>>==Meet with a health profesionnal (Budget -2, Energy+2)==<</if>> <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

At first, you didn’t expect to have so much fun, but hours fly by as you and Cassia share laughter and jokes, completely lost in the moment. You begin to appreciate garments in a new light, noticing the rich textures and diverse styles that surround you. Even the subtle color variations that would have gone unnoticed just a few days ago catch your eye. <img src="pic/parade.png" class="responsive-img"> Fashion has transformed into an exciting new world to explore—one you previously had little interest in. As the sun sets, you bid Cassia farewell and head back to your flat, feeling fulfilled and ready for a well-deserved rest. [[Dream|weekenddream1][]]

She makes the call and then turns to you, a smile playing on her lips. "He'll be thrilled to have you join us. We've got some time to spare, so why don't we grab some ice cream?" You spend a leisurely hour outdoors before heading to the karaoke venue. The Nine Lives Club is an intriguing establishment – a blend of private pay per the hour rooms, a bustling strip bar, yet an unexpectedly refined atmosphere that catches you off guard. <img src="pic/ninelives.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Cassia leads you directly to a private room, bypassing the check-in process like she own the place. As the door swings open, it reveals a vibrant karaoke party space. A large screen dominates one wall, with microphones scattered about. Colored lights dance across the room, focussing a bit more on the vertical dance pole. There's also an impressive array of alcool available. Lounging on the plush couch is a muscular Black man. His bald head gleams under the lights, and intricate tattoos wind their way across his arms. He rises to welcome you, his voice warm and inviting. <img src="pic/caleb.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hey, Cassia! This must be the friend you told me about," he says, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you!" you respond, lifting your arm to shake his hand but he lean in for a kiss on the cheek. Cassia beams, "Caleb, this is my friend I mentioned. And this is my boyfriend Caled, he own shares in this place. So, who's up first?" Caleb's eyes twinkle mischievously. "How about we let our new sissy friend kick things off?" [[No please I don't want to sing (Charisma +1)|weekendkaraoke1a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Please don't make me sing solo! (Charisma +2, Corruption +2)|weekendkaraoke1a][$corruption to $corruption+2,$charisma to $charisma+2]] [[Alright let's go! (Charisma +3, Corruption +4)|weekendkaraoke1a][$corruption to $corruption+4,$charisma to $charisma+3]]

As the music starts to play, the energy in the room shifts. Cassia nudges you playfully, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. Caled leans back, raising his drink in a toast, a grin spreading across his face. <img src="pic/cassiakaraoke.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Caleb seems to have a preference for songs about hoe and bitches but he also like his classics. You can’t help but smile. The catchy tunes are so inviting and the alcool liberating, and soon everyones are belting out the lyrics. The colored lights pulse to the beat, creating an electrifying atmosphere. You feel a rush of adrenaline as laughter and cheers erupt from your friends, all apprehension you may have had are gone. “Yeah! Go for it!” Cassia shouts, dancing along with abandon on one hand on the pole and is micro in the other. With each performance, bonds deepen and laughter flows freely with the alcool. As the night progress, Cassia and Caled share ever longuer kisses whenever there's a lull. That's when Caleb tries to get a kiss from your lips. [[Kiss him back (Charisma +1, Corruption +4)|weekendkaraoke1b][$corruption to $corruption+4,$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Move away|weekendkaraoke1bb][]]

You move away and Caleb return to Cassia as she undo his pants and pop out his massive dick. Clearly, they are going for the second part of the night. <img src="pic/cassiabbc.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You could... [[Try out pole dancing and provide entertainment (Body +1, Corruption +2) |weekendkaraokeleave][$body to $body+1,$corruption to $corruption+2]] [[Walk back home (Energy -1)|weekenddream1][$energy to $energy-1]] <<if $money gte 1>>[[Call a cab and go home (Budget -1) |weekenddream1][$money to $money-1]]<<else>>==Call a cab and go home (Budget -1) ==<</if>>

Your lips crash against Caleb's, your tongues dancing in a feverish tango as Cassia deftly unzips his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. His strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace, your body flustered and aching with desire. As you kiss Caleb deeply, a small, skilled hand guides yours to his thick shaft, urging you to stroke it in rhythm with your passionate kiss. Caleb's mouth drifts to your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, as your eyes shift down to his cock, your hand gliding up and down its impressive length. It's surreal, the sight and feel of it, and then Cassia's head joins the mix, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. You feel a surge of heat, your own cock throbbing with anticipation. It doesn't take long before you slide down, joining Cassia in a fervent worship of his massive black dick. Cassia takes the lead, her expert hands and mouth working in unison, her head bobbing as she takes him deep, her fingers teasing his balls until they're full and heavy. After a final, teasing kiss to the tip, she shifts the shaft towards your face, inviting you to taste. <img src="pic/blowcaleb.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You open your mouth wide, almost dislocating your jaw to accommodate his size. Cassia is a true size queen, and you're determined to please. "Watch yo teeth," Caleb reminds you, his voice thick with lust. Meanwhile, Cassia lovingly licks his balls, grinding her face against the base of his manhood. "Yeah, keep going, you got this," she whispers in your ear, her encouragement spurring you on. But fitting all that meat in your mouth is a challenge, and playing with it is even harder. A few back-and-forth motions are all you can manage before your facial muscles start to ache. You pull back, and he gently slaps your face with his cock. "Bad slut, buy yourself a dildo and get training. Cassia, show your friend how it's done." You watch as Cassia takes the lead once again, her eyes shining with lust and pride. She swallows the monster whole, her throat expanding to accommodate his massive girth. Caleb guides your head to his balls, where you won't get in her way. <img src="pic/cassiabbc2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Once satisfied, he pushes Cassia flat on the floor and pounds her relentlessly. She grabs your legs, pulling you to her so she can take your cock in her mouth. Caleb leans over, kissing you, forming a perfect triangle of pleasure. You cum quickly in her sweet mouth, and she gulps it all down, her eyes never leaving yours. <img src="pic/3caleb.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Spent, you keep kissing and enjoying the moment until Caleb tenses up. He pulls out at the last moment, shooting his cum with force all over Cassia and onto you. In the post-nut clarity, you realize you never properly removed your women's clothes, now stained with cum. Cassia is already working on it, licking off the semen from your body with limited success. Caleb hands you a card. "If you ever want to pole dance or serve customers, we are always short on staff. It was a pleasure." He then pulls out his phone. "Shit, got to go, it was fun, girls. Let's do this again sometimes." Before leaving the room. Cassia is beaming. "I'm so happy and proud of you. You did great with the little experience you had." She proceeds to comment and give tips like she's your personal cock-sucking trainer, using cleaning wipes to make you both almost presentable before you leave the establishment and part ways. [[Go home to sleep|weekenddream1][$sex to $sex+1]]

You grab the pole, your hips grinding in a hypnotic rhythm, your body swaying with a seductive allure. Caleb's strong arm wraps around Cassia's back, pulling her close, but his eyes are locked on you, drinking in every sultry movement. As Cassia kisses Caleb, her fingers deftly find their way to his massive cock, stroking it with expert precision. His mouth drifts to her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, as your eyes shift down to his throbbing shaft, her hand gliding up and down its impressive length. It's surreal, the sight and feel of it, and then Cassia's head goes down, her lips wrapping around him, and you feel a surge of heat, your own cock throbbing with anticipation. Cassia shows you how it's done, her expert skills on full display as she plays with his cock, her head bobbing up and down, her hands teasing his balls until they're full and heavy. After a final, teasing kiss to the tip, she lovingly licks his balls, grinding her face against the base of his manhood, her moans filling the air. <img src="pic/cassiabbc2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You can't stop yourself from dancing, your movements a perfect blend of seduction and desperation, your sex grinding against the pole, half trying to look sexy and half trying to reach that sweet release. You look at both of them, Caleb's amused smirk and Cassia's starry-eyed gaze meeting yours. You can't help but feel a tinge of surprise when you see Cassia turn around, swallowing the monster whole, her throat expanding to accommodate his massive girth. Caleb looks you up and down, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. Once satisfied, he pushes Cassia flat on the floor and pounds her relentlessly, his hips moving in a fierce rhythm until he tenses up. He pulls out at the last moment, shooting his cum with force all over Cassia, marking her as his. <img src="pic/cassiadoggy.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He basks in the moment before walking to you, handing over a card. "If you ever want to pole dance or serve customers, we are always short on staff. It was a pleasure." He then pulls out his phone. "Shit, got to go, it was fun, girls. Let's do this again sometimes." Before leaving the room. Meanwhile, Cassia is beaming, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm so proud of you. You didn't participate directly, but you didn't run away." She proceeds to comment and give tips like she's your personal pole dancing trainer, using cleaning wipes to make herself almost presentable before you leave the establishment and part ways, your body still throbbing with unspent desire. [[Go home to sleep|weekenddream1][]]

Before going to sleep, you see a text on your phone. <img src="pic/text.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hi, it's Cassia, I have a friend at a spicy kind of bar called the Nine Lives Club, who always need more staff, if you're interested to dance or serve customers in any ways, give them a call." Yeah, that sounds like the kind of things she would like to see. [[Sweet dream|weekenddream1][]]

You managed to secure an urgent appointment with a healthcare professional. The best you could arrange was a consultation at the pharmacy where you usually get your medications. As you step inside the office, you settle into the chair facing a man in a white coat. <img src="pic/doctor.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "So, what seems to be the problem, young man?" he asks, his tone neutral and professional. You carefully explain the changes your body has undergone since starting your new medication. The pharmacist raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of concern and skepticism, as if unsure whether to be alarmed or to dismiss it as an elaborate joke. "Look," he begins, leaning forward slightly, "nothing you've described seems directly linked to your medication, aside from the timing. It's possible they may have triggered an underlying condition, but what you're describing... I've never heard of something so rapid and extensive." You produce the pills you brought with you, and he examines them closely. "There's nothing unusual about these," he concludes. "Here's what we can do: we'll run a few tests, including a blood sample, and send them to the hospital for analysis. We can schedule you for an emergency appointment with a specialist next Saturday – that's the soonest we can manage right now. Your life doesn't appear to be in immediate danger." You're uneasy about letting the situation progress for another week, but it doesn't seem to qualify as a true emergency. You also take this opportunity to make adjustments to your medication and feel more energy the following days. [[Give samples and go home|sunday1][]]

You scour the internet for your symptoms, but nothing seems to accurately match what you're experiencing. The side effects you're encountering have no apparent connection to your medication, and it appears you might be the first to witness these particular reactions. Health forums and medical Q&A websites offer little insight. Beyond vague suggestions of cancer or hormonal imbalances, they provide no substantial leads. The closest you come to an explanation is a description of hormonal changes caused by a cancer metastasizing throughout your body. While this could theoretically explain your symptoms, it doesn't align with your overall health; you don't feel severely ill. Moreover, if this were the case, it would mean the cancer has spread to every organ, leaving you with a grim prognosis. You refuse to accept this possibility. You're certain something unusual is occurring, but you may lack sufficient information to pinpoint the cause. Perhaps it's an undocumented condition or a rare combination of factors. Regardless, this search has been frustratingly inconclusive. As you close your browser, you're left with more questions than answers. The lack of concrete information is unsettling, reinforcing your determination to uncover the truth behind your mysterious symptoms. [[What a waste of time|sunday1][]]

You had hoped to accomplish more today, but instead, you find yourself feeling distracted and unfocused after lunch. Just when you start to make progress, your mind shifts to sex. Physical activity? It makes you hard. Intellectual pursuits? Your thoughts wander straight to fucking. Socializing? You become awkward and self-conscious of how much you want to bang whoever you talk to. Even video games, usually a reliable escape, fail to hold your attention. This need to be addressed; it’s clear that you can’t do anything until you find a way to get this impulse out of your system. A quick wank doesn't cut it, you feel yourself getting close somethimes but you always need a little bit more. You'll have to turn to upgrade to porn. [[Would rather stay in bed until it's gone|sunday1aa][$energy to $energy+0]] [[Straight porn|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+3]] [[Lesbian|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+6]] [[Gay|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+6]] [[Sissy|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+9]] [[Straight porn (You see yourself as the female)|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+9]] <img src="pic/hypnosunday.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You lost track of time and yourself, nothing will satisfy you. Finaly, the front door shake you up out of your transe. Somewhere along the way, you drifted to some kind of hypnosis porn reminescent of that time at the lab Cassia got the drop on you. "Hello, anyone home?" It's Jimmy voice, he's back. A glance at the time reveal you wasted your entire day, and for some reason you don't remember much of your session. Now you have a choice to make. [[Try to calm down and meet Jimmy, you have to eat diner after all|sunday1b][]] [[Fuck it, let's just finish what you started (Budget +3, Corruption +10)|sunday1ba][$corruption to $corruption+10,$money to $money+3]] <img src="pic/hypnosunday.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You lay down in you bed with a hard rod that will not rest. You think about everything and anything but it won't go away. It start to feel a bit painful. God this is annoying, is there really nothing you can do? You try to sleep but the inconfort won't leave. Porn is still an option, but you could really just rest even if you can't sleep. [[I'll rest|sunday1aaa][]] [[Straight porn|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+3]] [[Lesbian|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+6]] [[Gay|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+6]] [[Sissy|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+9]] [[Straight porn (You see yourself as the female)|sunday1a][$corruption to $corruption+9]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You tell Jimmy to let him know you're home, and surprisingly, you feel a sense of calm wash over you and your dick go limb at last. Once you join him in the kitchen, he asks how you're doing, and you put on a brave face, pretending everything is fine and inquiring about his weekend. "Well, my dad's sick, but he's hanging in there," Jimmy replies. "It was good to see him and Mom. Wish my sister had shown up, but you can't have everything, right?" This news about his father catches you off guard; you hadn't known. Noticing your surprise, Jimmy adds, "Nah, it's okay, bro. There's an experimental treatment available. It's ungodly expensive, but I believe in him." You adopt a somber expression, your own recent health concerns weighing heavily on your mind. The conversation dwindles as you both eat, your appetite noticeably diminished. The shared meal becomes a quiet reunion, with unspoken worries hanging in the air between you. You're going to sleep after this. [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|sunday1zz][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|sunday1zz][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|sunday1zz][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|sunday1zz][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

I'm trying to sleep you lie to Jimmy. "Sorry bro." He apologize. You turn back to your pc screen, yes you feel it coming, the biggest nut you ever busted. It feels intense, long lasting, satisfying. You lay back riding the high with hypnotic paterns and words filling your screen, and then you dream. [[Sleep|sunday1zz][]] <img src="pic/hypnofinal.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You rest for hours between sleep and awake. Your dick is in pain and won't go limb, you may need to go to the emergency room tonight if this doesn't die down. Finaly, the front door shake you up out of your transe. "Hello, anyone home?" It's Jimmy voice, he's back. A glance at the time reveal you wasted your entire day, and for some reason you don't remember much of your rest. Now you have a choice to make. [[Try to calm down and meet Jimmy, you have to eat diner after all|sunday1b][]] [[Try to go straight to sleep (Energy +3)|sunday1zz][$energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

<<if $corruption lte 5>>You find yourself lying on a sunlit beach, the warm sand cradling your body. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing fills the air, accompanied by a gentle breeze that caresses your skin. Along the shoreline, colorful seashells are scattered like jewels, each one glimmering in the sunlight. Suddenly, a crab darts past you, snatching your bra and scuttling across the white sand. You instinctively chase after the little thief, covering yourself as you run. With a swift leap, you land on its back, only to be whisked away into the depths of the sea by a giant red crab. As you swim around as mermaid, you gather two beautiful shells to cover your nipples and play joyfully with your friends—the fish and mollusks that dart around you. <img src="pic/mermaid.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> But then, without warning, you feel yourself ensnared in a net, dragged toward the surface. You struggle against it, fighting to break free, but suddenly you awaken in your bed, heart racing from the vivid encounter. [[Monday|Monday1][]]<</if>><<if $corruption gte 5 and $corruption lte 15>>In the dream, you wander through a vast field dotted with farmlands and quaint little houses. Nearby, a vibrant yellow wheat field catches your eye, and you spot a white rabbit darting through the stalks. Intrigued, you follow it but soon find yourself lost among the towering wheat. As you search for an escape, you catch a glimpse of a medieval tower rising above the landscape. With determination, you leap from the field and land in front of the tower’s door. Inside, the top room, you take in the breathtaking view of the ocean unfolding before you. <img src="pic/window.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Turning around, your heart pounds as you encounter a towering dark knight emerging from the shadows. He seizes your trembling form and drags you into his cavernous chamber. He binds your arms and spreads your legs wide with spreader bars. With a firm grip, he fills your depths with massive dragon vibrator, and put clamps your nipples with vibrating pink eggs. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. <img src="pic/dreambdsm.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As a captive, you cry out for rescue, longing for your prince to save you. He silences you with a ball gag and a mocking laugh before departing. The vibrator move in and out with a slow, torturous rhythm, the low hum of the eggs bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but not quite over the edge. In a room filled with gold and riches, you are the ultimate treasure, the bound and gagged fair maiden, aching for release. After what feels like an eternity, a shining cavalier appears, riding his majestic white steed across a mountain of gold. He charges toward the fearsome dragon, plunging his lance into its heart and severing its head before making his way to you. He removes the gag, and you gasp for air. But you don't want your bindings undone; you want him to take you, to fuck you like a whore. You can't take it anymore. He positions himself at your entrance, but you can't feel him. Your limbs pass through your shackles, and you cry out in frustration before waking up with the most intense morning wood you've ever experienced. [[Monday|Monday1][]]<</if>><<if $corruption gt 15>>In the dream, you awaken in a lavish, sun-kissed mansion, the air perfumed with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The walls are draped in elaborate tapestries, and sunlight pours through grand windows, painting warm, dancing patterns on the gleaming wooden floors. You find yourself attired in a pristine black-and-white maid's uniform, complete with a delicate apron, heels, and a lace-trimmed cap. As you traverse the opulent halls, the soft strains of classical music drift through the air, providing a soothing backdrop to your movements. You drift from room to room, tending to ornate furniture and arranging vibrant floral arrangements. Each task feels strangely satisfying, as if you are part of a greater, more intimate world. As you polish a vast window, you sense the Master of the house approaching from behind. His fingers gently brush your hair aside, and his lips find the nape of your neck, eliciting a soft moan. He deftly frees your breasts from your corseted bustier, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His hand trails up the inside of your leg, discovering the wetness of your anticipation. He bends you over, pressing your bare chest against the cool glass. The gardens stretch out before you, but all you can focus on is the Master, his rod parting your folds with ease. Each time his balls meet your clit, you whimper with pure ecstasy. <img src="pic/maiddream.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As he quickens his pace and pulls your hair back, your eyes roll back, and you surrender to a wave of pleasure. His warm seed fills your womb, sending you into another climax. You remain pressed against the glass as he retreats, his rod back in his pants, noting the mess you've made of the window. "Sorry, Master. Thank you for using me, Master," you murmur submissively, bowing your head. He pats your head gently in return and leaves you to your duties. You rush to gather your cleaning supplies to clean the mess you made and the cum on the carpet, but find that they slip through your fingers like sand. Panic sets in as the mansion transforms around you; once-grand rooms become dark and empty. You feel sad, you want to serve and you want Master to fuck you. What are you going to do whitout him? Just as despair begins to take hold, you awaken in your bed, heart racing. The echoes of laughter linger in your mind, leaving you with a bittersweet sense of longing for the beauty and connection you experienced. [[Monday|Monday1][]]<</if>> <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

You make it to class, stumbling, your mind not completely awake. You've had a lot of weird dreams lately and don't feel like you've slept well. Miss McKenzie starts talking, but you're just wondering if your clothes are ill-fitted because they feel strange. Thankfully, someone sitting next to you pokes you, helping you focus on the course. "... sex throughout the Greco-Roman world was governed by restraint and the art of managing sexual pleasure," Miss McKenzie explains. "Virtus, an active masculine ideal of self-discipline, was related to the Latin word for 'man,' vir. The corresponding ideal for a woman was pudicitia, often translated as chastity or modesty, but it was a more positive and even competitive personal quality that displayed both her attractiveness and self-control." <img src="pic/romanart.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She continues, "The concepts of 'homosexual' and 'heterosexual' did not form the primary dichotomy of Roman thinking about sexuality, and no Latin words for these concepts existed. No moral censure was directed at the man who enjoyed sex acts with either women or males of inferior status, as long as his behaviors revealed no weaknesses or excesses, nor infringed on the rights and prerogatives of his masculine peers." Miss McKenzie also mentions arts, religion, and a number of other subjects before leaving the class with reading assignments to be completed before the next session. You go to lunch and look for a place to sit, you have a couple of options. Obviously Ander is nowhere to be seen. [[Sit with Percy|lunchpercy2]] [[Sit with Jimmy|lunchjimmy2]] [[Sit with Cassia|lunchcassia2]] [[Sit alone|lunchalone2]]

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Sitting down with Percy is easy; he's not the social butterfly type. "So, what do you need this time?" he asks, his tone more curious than accusatory. As it happens, you don't need anything specific, so you ask him about his weekend. "It was great," Percy replies enthusiastically. "They let me do whatever I want as long as they get first dibs on my discoveries. I'm currently working on histone and chromatin structure. Did you know that acetylation of histone tails, particularly on lysines, neutralizes their positive charge and weakens interactions? This promotes a more open chromatin structure that allows repair proteins to access damage. Deacetylation has the opposite effect, tightening binding. Some repair pathways require this compaction at certain stages." He continues, his eyes lighting up, "Phosphorylation of histone H2AX, which we call γH2AX, is one of the earliest responses to double-strand breaks. It spreads over large chromatin domains and recruits repair factors like MDC1. Oh, and methylation marks like H3K36me2 have been shown to recruit non-homologous end joining repair proteins to double-strand break sites." "Right," you say, not having understood much of that as he delves deeper into more complex concepts. Your brain starts to tune out, and you let him ramble until you can finally make a polite exit. <<if $intel gte 4>>However, you understood this relate to the study of genes and DNA. <</if>> [[Go to psychology class|psychology1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You're about to give up on finding a seat near Jimmy, given his popularity, when he unexpectedly catches your eye and waves you over. "Hey there! I've got a spot saved for you right here," he calls out warmly, gesturing to an empty chair nearby. As you make your way over, you find yourself drawn into a lively conversation with a small group of Jimmy's friends. The discussion takes a more serious turn when one of them mentions Jimmy's father's health situation. "It's been tough on Jimmy," a woman with kind eyes explains quietly. "His dad's condition is terminal, and it's really hit the family hard." Jimmy brush it off, his tone more optimistic. "But there's a glimmer of hope. They've been looking into an experimental treatment that's shown some promising results in early trials." "Yeah," adds a third person, leaning in. "But what is it exactly?" "I don't know exactly" He admit. "But the specialists are sure there's a chance. Let's change the subject ok?" The group discusses how Jimmy has been a pillar of strength for his family during this challenging time, balancing hope with realism as they navigate this difficult journey together. [[Go to psychology class|psychology1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You scan the bustling cafeteria, hoping to find a seat near Cassia. Her vibrant personality and infectious laugh have made her one of the most popular students, and she's surrounded by a lively group of friends. Just as you're about to give up and find another table, Cassia's eyes meet yours, and her face lights up with a warm smile. "Hey! I saved you a spot," she calls out, patting the chair next to her. She swiftly moves her bag from the seat, a subtle gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by others. As you make your way over, you catch a few envious glances from those who had hoped to claim the coveted position. Settling in beside her, you're immediately drawn into the group's animated conversation. Cassia turns to you, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I'm so glad you joined us. I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk today." As the discussion flows, Cassia mentions her father's work. "Dad's the head scientist at this cutting-edge research facility," she explains, a mix of pride and curiosity in her voice. "He tries to explain what he does, but honestly, a lot of it goes over my head. All those chemical stuff make my brain hurt." She laughs self-deprecatingly, but you notice a flicker of sadness in her eyes. It must be hard to be a dolt unable to talk on your own father level. [[Go to psychology class|psychology1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Feeling antisocial, you eat alone. [[Go to psychology class|psychology1]] <img src="pic/lunch.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Dr. Adam Clark is known for his punctuality and high standards. As a psychology professor, he emphasizes the importance of discipline and precision in academic settings. He glances at his wristwatch as the lecture hall fills, preparing to start class precisely on time. <img src="pic/clark.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Today, we'll be discussing hypnosis," he begins. "Many of you may have misconceptions about hypnosis, such as the idea of absolute control over someone's actions or the ability to manipulate a person's life long after a hypnotic session. However, these notions are largely inaccurate." He pauses, allowing the information to sink in. "While the exact mechanisms of hypnosis are still being studied, researchers generally agree that it involves multiple factors. Hypnosis is best understood as a state of focused attention and heightened suggestibility, not mind control or a magical power." Dr. Clark continues, "If you recall our lesson on critical thinking, you'll remember that our brains have mechanisms for both accepting and rejecting information. During hypnosis, the critical faculty is temporarily suspended, allowing for increased openness to suggestions. However, this doesn't mean you lose control or act against your will." "The initial stage of hypnosis involves inducing a relaxed state and increasing suggestibility. Once in this state, you become more receptive to suggestions, but you still maintain your personal values and beliefs. If given a suggestion that strongly conflicts with your morals or self-image, you're likely to reject it, even in a hypnotic state." "It's important to understand that hypnosis doesn't override free will. If someone were hypnotized and told to commit a crime, they would likely refuse unless they were already predisposed to such behavior. Hypnosis can't make you do something you're fundamentally opposed to doing." "Hypnotic suggestions can have lasting effects, but they're not permanent or unbreakable. For instance, a post-hypnotic suggestion might influence behavior for a while, but it can be consciously overridden, especially in stressful situations or if the person becomes annoyed with the suggestion." "In essence, hypnosis is a collaborative process that requires the participant's willingness and cooperation. It's a powerful tool in therapy and personal development, but it's not the mind-control technique often portrayed in popular media." "Hypnosis, when used responsibly by trained professionals, can be a valuable tool in clinical psychology and psychiatry. It's been shown to be effective in treating a range of conditions, including chronic pain, anxiety disorders, and certain phobias. However, it's crucial to understand its limitations and potential risks." Dr. Clark paces slowly across the front of the lecture hall, maintaining eye contact with his students. "One common misconception is that hypnosis can reliably recover repressed memories. This is a contentious area in psychology. While hypnosis can sometimes help patients recall forgotten details, it can also lead to the creation of false memories. This is why hypnotically recovered memories are generally not admissible as evidence in court." He pauses to let this sink in before continuing. "Another important aspect to consider is the power dynamic between the hypnotist and the subject. Ethical practitioners always obtain informed consent and explain the process thoroughly before beginning. They also respect the autonomy of the individual under hypnosis." "Now, do we have a volunteer for a demonstration?" [[Raise your hand|psychology1a]] [[Don't raise your hand|psychology1b]]

Dr. Clark surveys the room, noting the raised hands. Several students eagerly volunteer. Dr. Clark selects you. "Please, come to the front. Are you comfortable participating in this demonstration?" You nod, feeling slightly nervous but excited. "Yes, I am." "Excellent. Please, have a seat in this chair and make yourself comfortable." As you sit, Dr. Clark addresses the class. "I'll be using a combination of relaxation and visualization techniques. Pay close attention to my words and the participant's responses." He turns back to you. "Now, I want you to focus on a point just above eye level. As you stare at that point, take slow, deep breaths. With each breath, you'll feel more and more relaxed." <img src="pic/hypnoclass.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Dr. Clark's voice becomes softer and more rhythmic. "As you continue to breathe deeply, you may notice your eyelids becoming heavy. It's okay to let them close whenever you feel ready." After a few moments, you open your eyes, looking slightly confused. "How do you feel?" Dr. Clark asks. You look back, puzzled, and ask, "Are you going to hypnotize me?" The class chuckles softly. Dr. Clark thanks you and addresses the class. "Any questions about what you've observed?" The classroom buzzes with excitement as students eagerly raise their hands to ask questions about the demonstration. The class continues for a while and ends precisely on time. As you pack your bag, Dr. Clark approaches you. "Could you please meet me in my office? I'd like to discuss your amnesia during the demonstration." [[Go home|psychology1ba]] [[Meet Dr. Clark in his office|psychology1bb]]

Dr. Clark surveys the room, noting the raised hands. Several students eagerly raise their hands. Dr. Clark selects a young woman in the front row. "Please, come up to the front Cassia. First, are you comfortable participating in this demonstration?" Cassia nods, "Yes, I am." she replies, looking slightly nervous but excited. "Excellent. Please, have a seat in this chair and make yourself comfortable." As Cassia sits, Dr. Clark addresses the class. "I'll be using a combination of relaxation and visualization techniques. Pay close attention to my words and Cassia's responses." He turns back to Cassia. "Now, Cassia, I want you to focus on a point just above eye level. As you stare at that point, I want you to take slow, deep breaths. With each breath, you'll feel more and more relaxed." Dr. Clark's voice becomes softer and more rhythmic. "As you continue to breathe deeply, you may notice your eyelids becoming heavy. It's okay to let them close whenever you feel ready." <img src="pic/hypnocassia.jpg" class="responsive-img"> After a few moments, Cassia's eyes close. "That's right. You're doing wonderfully. Now, I want you to imagine yourself at the top of a staircase. With each step you take down, you'll feel twice as relaxed as before. Ten... nine... eight..." As Dr. Clark counts down, Cassia's body visibly relaxes, her shoulders dropping and her breathing becoming slower and more even. "... three... two... one. You're now in a state of deep relaxation. You feel calm and at peace." Dr. Clark turns to the class. "Notice how Cassia has responded to the suggestions. This is a light hypnotic state. Now, let's demonstrate a simple phenomenon known as arm catalepsy." He gently lifts Cassia's right arm. "Cassia, your arm is becoming stiff and rigid, like a bar of steel. It will remain in this position until I tell you it can relax." Cassia's arm remains suspended in the air. "As you can see, Cassia is responding to the suggestion. This doesn't mean she's under my control - she's simply choosing to go along with the experience." Dr. Clark then guides Cassia out of the hypnotic state, counting up from one to ten. As he reaches ten, Cassia opens her eyes, looking slightly surprised. "How do you feel, Cassia?" Dr. Clark asks. "I feel really relaxed," Cassia responds. "It was interesting - I could hear everything, but I felt so calm and didn't want to move my arm." Dr. Clark thanks Cassia and addresses the class. "This demonstration shows some basic principles of hypnosis. Remember, it's a collaborative process that requires the subject's willingness and cooperation. Any questions about what you've observed?" The classroom buzzes with excitement as students eagerly raise their hands to ask questions about the demonstration they've just witnessed. The class keep going for a while and end perfectly on time. [[Go home|psychology1ba]] [[Ask Dr. Clark if you can meet him in his office|psychology1bbb]]

Coming home, you rush past everyone to the bathroom, your heart racing. It's been a while since you've properly examined your body, and anxiety knots your stomach as you contemplate the changes. With trembling hands, you shed your clothes and face the mirror. Your reflection startles you. Your skin is smoother and noticeably lighter, devoid of any visible body hair bellow the brows. Your facial features have softened, taking on a more delicate appearance. At this point, it would be easy for someone to mistake you for a woman. <img src="pic/reflection.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your shoulders have narrowed, and your arms have become more slender. Your chest has expanded in a way that could be mistaken for excessive manboobs, but upon closer inspection, the shape is unmistakably feminine. You've lost weight overall, your waist narrowing to create an hourglass silhouette between your chest and hips – a shape that would be impossible to hide in thight fitted clothing. Your hips have begun to reshape, altering the angle of your legs and pushing them appart. Perhaps this explains your recent clumsiness; fatigue wasn't the only culprit after all. Your legs appear longer and more slender, yet paradoxically, you seem to have lost height. This discrepancy only makes sense if your torso has become less elongated. As for your genitals, you don't have to see yourself erect to know you lost half of it. For the nether regions your eyes cannot reach, you'll have to use you fingers to explore. You take a deep breath and feel yourself. You find a shallow hole with thin forming lips and a burgening clitoris. It feels good, yet new and terrifying. As realization dawns and a drop of sweat goes down the back of your neck, you can't deny the truth: You are turning into a woman, this isn't cancer of hormone imbalance, this is the real deal. It doesn’t matter whether this was always your dream, something you never cared about, or your worst fear; it feels like you’ve been hit with a sledgehammer. You’re experiencing a panic attack. Your chest is tight, and you know you need to calm down. You hop into the shower and turn the water on to the coldest. The water cools you down quickly. At first, you think, “This is too cold,” and then you wonder why people believe cold showers are a good idea. And soon enough, you start to feel the refreshing sensation wash over you as you warm the water more and more. With your mind clearer, you can finally think about what to do next. You’re not particularly hungry, but dinner and homework awaits. You'll then have a few hours to do whatever. But first you rethink about your situation, this may be one of your last opportunity to enjoy your manhood. Maybe you could take a few minute to rock it off, you could also experiment your new organ. [[No I'm good|second3a][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[Fap only|second3a][$corruption to $corruption+1]] [[Some touching of the new bits|second3a][$corruption to $corruption+4]] [[New bits focussed, maybe this shampoo bottle tip could fit?|second3a][$corruption to $corruption+10]]

You step into Dr. Clark's meticulously organized office. The professor sits upright in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on you as you take a seat across from him. "I must ask, were you being facetious earlier when you claimed to have no recollection of the hypnosis session?" Dr. Clark's tone is serious, tinged with concern. <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your hand instinctively moving to the back of your neck. It's clear from your expression and body language that you weren't joking at all. Dr. Clark leans forward slightly, his brow furrowing. "You see," he begins, his voice measured and professional, "such a lapse in memory could potentially indicate more complex issues. For instance, it might suggest dissociative tendencies, or in rare cases, even point towards a multiple identity disorder. Certain medications or substances can also induce similar effects." He pauses, allowing the information to sink in. "I want to emphasize that nothing in the standard hypnotic induction I performed should have caused temporary amnesia." Dr. Clark's gaze remains steady, his eyes searching yours for any flicker of comprehension. He leans back slightly, his posture softening as he transitions from professor to concerned professional. "I believe it's crucial that we investigate this matter further," he says, his tone both gentle and authoritative. "Your experience today was quite atypical, and it's important that we understand the underlying causes." He pauses, allowing you to process his words before continuing. "I should inform you that in addition to my role as a professor, I'm also a licensed clinical psychologist. Given the unusual nature of your response, I'd like to propose something." Dr. Clark folds his hands on the desk, his expression serious. "I run research projects and publish works on psychological phenomenom. If you're willing, I'd like to include you in my studies. This would involve a series of sessions, including further controlled hypnosis attempts, cognitive assessments, and therapeutic discussions." He emphasizes, "Participation would be entirely voluntary and free of charge since we are backed by the school research program. It will take some time to ask for approval and get the paperwork ready. Give me a call after school next monday if you are interested. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to think it over carefully." [[Go home|psychology1ba][$clark to 1]]<<set $clark = 1>>

Feeling refreshed after your shower, you suddenly have the urge to change out of your clothes. After cleaning up, there’s no reason to keep the dirty ones on, right? You head to the kitchen, where your mind isn’t particularly in the mood to be hungry, but your body is reminding you that it needs nourishment with lood noises. You also need to consider your next move. At the kitchen table, Percy is deeply engrossed in some extensive diagrams, while in the living room, Ander and three friends are caught up in a lively, booze-fueled game of Xalo. You open your pantry to see what’s on the menu. [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|second3][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|second3][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|second3][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|second3][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

With your blood sugar levels stabilized, you contemplate your options for addressing the current situation Percy: His intelligence could be a valuable asset. He might devise a clever solution you haven't considered. Ander: His financial resources and family connections in the pharmaceutical industry could prove useful. Cassia: She might have relevant contacts, but involving her would mean owing her a favor. Seek professional help: Contacting a specialist could provide expert guidance, but time might be a critical factor. Take no action: Maybe you would like to see where those changes are going. [[Ask Percy for help|second3aa][]] [[Ask Ander for help|second3ab][]] [[Call Cassia for help|second3ac][]] [[Call a professionnal|second3ad][]] [[Do nothing|second3ae][]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Percy looks up from his work and tries to suppress a smile. "You're not funny, and I'm busy studying for tomorrow's exam." You insist that you're serious, prompting him to lean back and adopt a more earnest tone. "Okay, maybe I can help you—no promises, though. But for that, I’ll need to examine your... things. Are you okay with that?" [[Reconcider my options|second3][]] [[I'm fine with that|second3b][]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Ander looks up from his game when you request a private talk. "Can't this wait? Like a day... or two weeks?" Your insistence signals the gravity of the situation. He leans back, his demeanor shifting. "Okay, okay. I'll be right back, buddies," he says, following you to your room. Once inside, you lock the door for privacy. As you explain the situation, Ander's expression transforms. First, he looks bewildered, then cracks a smile and laughs. Your serious gaze stops him mid-chuckle. "Wait—you're serious? That's impossible!" When you maintain your stance, he reluctantly accepts the possibility. "Alright," he sighs, "I'll need to thoroughly examine your wound if I'm going to help you. Are you comfortable with that?" [[Reconcider my options|second3][]] [[I'm fine with that|second3bb][]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

You call Cassia and explain the situation. "I'm so happy for you!" she exclaims. You consider correcting her but decide against it, focusing on your primary goal: finding useful contacts. "Sure, my dad is the head scientist and research director at the local lab. I can give you his direct number if you'd like." Grateful, you accept her offer. "Alright, here you go! Talk to you later!" You make the second call, and a raspy voice answers. "Dr. Ozawa speaking. Who is this?" You explain how you obtained his number, introduce yourself, and describe your situation. "This has nothing to do with Umbra Genix Laboratories. We don't conduct human testing, especially on unaware patients." You clarify that you're not accusing him of anything, merely seeking his help. Initially reluctant, he eventually relents. "Fine. I'll send someone to collect a blood sample for analysis in my lab. You'll need to provide full consent and agree to a list of conditions. This will be a standard contract fully protecting us, as it won't go through our legal department. If that's acceptable, tell me where to find you, and someone will be there in 2 to 3 hours." When the male nurse arrives, he presents you with a stack of documents, requesting your signature on several pages. He then draws your blood and departs without much conversation, seemingly unaware of the significance of this procedure and simply carrying out his assigned task. <img src="pic/nurse.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Hopefully, this will bring results|second3ae][$ozawa to 1]]

You phone the hospital. After waiting for a little bit to the most bland music imaginable, a receptionnist take your call. You explain your problem and she put you on hold for a while, then pick up again and transfer you to a generalist. You then explain again, are asked if you are joking, put on hold, then transfered again to a specialist. The cycle repeat but this time there's no one to transfer you to. "Look, I'll have to call some of the greatest specialists in the field to see you, it's gonna take time. I'll meet you Saturday. If you have an appointment already this will take precedent." [[Hopefully, this will not be too late|second3ae][]]

You already spend too much time and it's monday night, let's do something simple tonight. [[Go to the gym|dream3][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[With extra effort (Body +2, Energy -Body) |dream3][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==With extra effort (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>> [[Revise for school|dream3][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[With extra effort (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |dream3][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==With extra effort (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> [[Hang out at the student bar|dream3][$charisma to $charisma+1]] <<if $money gte $charisma>>[[Party late and meet new people (Charisma +2, Budget -Charisma) |dream3][$charisma to $charisma+2, $money to $money+1-$charisma]]<<else>>==Party late and meet new people (Charisma +2, Budget -Charisma)==<</if>> [[Play video games|dream3][$perception to $perception+1]] <<if $money gte $perception>>[[Find new stuff to play (Perception +2, Budget -Perception) |dream3][$perception to $perception+2, $money to $money+1-$perception]]<<else>>==Find new stuff to play (Perception +2, Budget -Perception)==<</if>> <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

"Alright, let's go to your room," Percy says, his tone now serious. He follows you in and locks the door for privacy. "Okay, I need you to undress so I can see what we're dealing with." You remove your shirt, pants and underwears, revealing your breasts and genitals. "Yeah, that's not normal," Percy mutters as he approaches. He gently places his hand on the boobs, causing you to repress grimaces of pain and pleasure. "How does it feel when I do this? And this?" He takes his time, meticulously examining every detail before moving to the genitals. "You're saying the penis is resorbing while the vagina is opening? That can't be right." He start the examination process over on your lower parts. <<if $corruption gte 15>>Shamefully, you can feel pussy juice leak onto his finger and blood flow toward your dick.<</if>> He takes out his phone. "I need to do some research and compare my findings with your condition." He snaps a couple of pictures. Heading for the door, he says, "You can get dressed again. I'll come back when I find something." With that, he leaves your room, his mind racing. [[Hopefully, this will bring results|second3ae][]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

"Okay, I need you to undress so I can see what we're dealing with." You remove your shirt, pants and underwears, revealing your breasts and genitals. "Yeah, that's not normal," Ander mutters as he approaches. He gently places his hand on the boobs, causing you to repress grimaces of pain and pleasure. "How does it feel when I do this? And this?" He takes his time, meticulously examining every detail before moving to the genitals. "You're saying the penis is resorbing while the vagina is opening? That can't be right." He start the examination process over on your lower parts. <<if $corruption gte 15>>Shamefully, you can feel pussy juice leak onto his finger and blood flow toward your dick.<</if>> He takes out his phone. "I need to do some research and compare my findings with your condition." He snaps a couple of pictures. Heading for the door, he says, "You can get dressed again. I'll come back when I find something." With that, he leaves your room, his mind racing. [[Hopefully, this will bring results|second3ae][]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You make it to bed. <<if $corruption lte 7>>You dream of strolling down a vibrant street in a flowery yellow dress when you spot a charming café. Feeling drawn to its inviting atmosphere, you decide to sit and unwind. <img src="pic/yellow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Suddenly, Cassia, the barista, approaches you. She kneels gracefully, revealing a stunning wedding ring, and proposes in a heartfelt moment. Overjoyed, you find yourself surrounded by laughter and music as everyone in the restaurant joins in a spontaneous celebration. The scene transforms into a lively parade, spilling out into the streets with the city embracing your happiness. As everyone settle on benches, you walk toward Cassia, radiant in her white dress mirroring your own, standing beside the priest who officiates your wedding. You share a deep kiss filled with love and promise as you press you mouth and breasts againts her. <img src="pic/yuriwedding.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When you pull away, Cassia surprises you with breakfast in bed, a gesture of her affection. Your heart swells with love for her. However, in a moment of clumsiness, you accidentally drop the orange juice onto the sheets. With playful determination, Cassia lift you along with the bed, sending you both tumbling into the washing machine nearby. The machine roars to life with an alarming noise, jolting you awake from this beautiful dream.<</if>> <<if $corruption gte 7 and $corruption lte 14>>You dream of strolling down a vibrant street in a flowery yellow dress when you spot a charming café. Feeling drawn to its inviting atmosphere, you decide to sit and unwind. <img src="pic/yellow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Suddenly, Jimmy, the barista, approaches you. He kneels gracefully, revealing a stunning wedding ring, and proposes in a heartfelt moment. Overjoyed, you find yourself surrounded by laughter and music as everyone in the restaurant joins in a spontaneous celebration. The scene transforms into a lively parade, spilling out into the streets with the city embracing your happiness. As everyone settle on benches, you walk toward Jimmy, radiant in his black tuxedo suit mirroring your white dress, standing beside the priest who officiates your wedding. You share a deep kiss filled with love and promise as you press you mouth and breasts againts him. <img src="pic/wedding.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When you pull away, Jimmy surprises you with breakfast in bed, a gesture of her affection. Your heart swells with love for him and salivate at the vision of his underwear filled by a semi-erect cock. However, in a moment of clumsiness, you accidentally drop the orange juice onto the sheets. With playful determination, Jimmy lift you along with the bed, sending you both tumbling into the washing machine nearby. The machine roars to life with an alarming noise, jolting you awake from this beautiful dream.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 15>>You dream of strolling down a vibrant street in a flowery yellow dress when you spot a charming café. Feeling drawn to its inviting atmosphere, you decide to sit and unwind. <img src="pic/yellow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Suddenly, Ander, the barista, approaches you. He reveals a stunning slave collar with a lock, and proposes in a heartfelt moment for you to kneel so he can collar you. Overjoyed, you find yourself surrounded by laughter and music as everyone in the restaurant joins in a spontaneous celebration. The scene transforms into a lively parade, spilling out into the streets with the city embracing your happiness. As everyone settle on benches, you walk on all four toward Ander, radiant in his black tuxedo suit mirroring your slutty white dress, standing beside the priest who officiates your wedding. You give him a blowjob filled with love and devotion as your pussy moisten before the crowd. <img src="pic/weddingslut.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> When you pull away, you pull out a tray and serve him breakfast in bed, a gesture of your affection. Your heart swells with love for him and salivate at the vision of his still erect cock. However, in a moment of clumsiness, you accidentally drop the orange juice onto the sheets. With playful determination, Ander bend you over the bed for a well deserved spanking before lifting you along with the bed, sending you both tumbling into the washing machine nearby. The machine roars to life with an alarming noise, jolting you awake from this joyful yet disturbing dream.<</if>> [[Time to go to class|creativity2][]] <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

You arrive at creativity class, officially titled "Creative Thinking and Original Problem Solving," but who really has time to say all that? You take your seat and wait for class to begin. No one is better suited to teach this course than Miss Baker, who just entered the room. Many students say she’s “half-baked,” but that’s a bit harsh; she’s just a little eccentric. <img src="pic/baker.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A broad smile spreads across her face. "Oh, it looks like we have a new student today! Would you mind introducing yourself to the class, lass?" You glance around, searching for the "new student," but it’s clear she’s looking at you. She must not recognize you since you’ve changed so much in just one week. Now, how are you going to navigate this situation? [[State clearly who you are and pretend you don't know why she would mistake you for a new student|creativity2a][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[Pretend to be a new student|creativity2a][$corruption to $corruption+2]]

Everyone looks at you with doubt in eyes. Some people recognized you at first glance, other won't be convince you are who you are no matter what. There's no good awser in this situation. <img src="pic/classroom.jpg" class="responsive-img"> But miss Baker as a class to give, today is dream interpretation. Among things you take special note of, she mention being something else than your usual self is usualy notable because it show a desire to change, quality you want to embody or ideals to achieve. Elements like pleasure represent you desire to receive or give. Being tied up may represent represion but be tied up by someone may represent submission or desire thereof. Being chased may be linked to a feeling of being trapped or treatened. There isn't any exact dream interpretation, it's a mixture of memory, feelings and desires she conclude. Relying on your own understanding of symbolism and events in your own life is required to understand the real meaning behing your dreams as one element meaning can vary for each individual. With this in mind, you reflect on your previous dreams, but time is running short. You need to meet with someone from the administration to update your profile and inform your teachers. It’s essential that you are not marked as absent because teachers fail to recognize you. [[Go to the administration|admin2][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

You greet the secretary and explain your purpose. Initially skeptical, she requires some convincing. You craft a story of medical issues, hormone imbalances, and treatments—not entirely false, but more believable than the whole truth. She connects you with a department manager, to whom you present a more coherent version of your story. <img src="pic/secretary.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The manager is inclined to believe you but requires proof. Thinking quickly, you realize your roommates, who are also students here, can vouch for you. You also have access to your phone and email for additional verification. The process of contacting your friends and confirming your information consumes your entire lunch break with the department manager. It's tedious, but you finally succeed in: 1. Updating your profile 2. Notifying your teachers 3. Obtaining new identification cards These now list you as... [[Male|PE2][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[Female|PE2][$corruption to $corruption+4]]

With a skipped meal—save for a meager snack from the vending machine—you head to PE class. As you approach the changing rooms, a stark realization hits: you barely resemble your old self anymore. Only about a fifth of the people you've encountered today recognized you. To the rest, you're either a very effeminate boy or a tomboy. Changing with strangers is always uncomfortable, but when you're grappling with body issues, it's exponentially worse. You imagine scenarios of being bullied if you enter the male changing room, then feel terrified at the prospect of being thrown out as a pervert if you choose the women's. <img src="pic/imagininglocker.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Should you feign illness? For a fleeting moment, you consider intentionally injuring yourself, but quickly dismiss the absurd thought. Then you remember: Teacher Hardwood should be in his office. Despite his unfortunate surname, he's a soft-spoken gentleman, which is why everyone politely calls him by his first name, Ross. Perhaps you could tell him you feel ill. You also remember Cassia and Jimmy sharing your PE class, maybe they'll back you up? [[Go in the male changing room|malechanging][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[Go in the female changing room|femalechanging][$corruption to $corruption+4]] [[Knock on Ross door|rosschanging][$corruption to $corruption+1]]

You slip into the changing room, and puzzled faces turn toward you, uncertain if you're lost. One guy asks if you came to "check him out," while another quickly labels such a comment as "gay." Another approaches, seemingly intent on groping or pretending to, but Jimmy intercepts swiftly. He grabs the guy's arm mid-motion and twists it firmly, pushing him away. Then he addresses the entire room: "Listen up. This is my friend, and it doesn't matter how he looks. Messing with him means messing with me. And trust me, you don't want that, got it?" The room falls silent you hear whispers when walking near some guys, "Don't take it badly, you'll always be part of the boys." Another adds, "Hey man, you started to change and came here anyway. Gotta respect that." <img src="pic/changingroomm.png" class="responsive-img"> You change, facing your locker—partly out of humility, partly because everyone's gaze still lingers. [[Head to the gym|PE2gym][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

You slip inside, and a few puzzled faces turn toward you, uncertain if you're lost. One girl seems to recognize you and tells you to "get the fuck out." But Cassia, who happens to be changing too, steps between you. "Hey, don't talk to her like that. She's on our side now," Cassia declares firmly. Your harasser wants to respond, but Cassia's higher social standing silences her. She turns away and minds her own business. Around you, chatters are shared, mostly consisting of "don't be a terf" and "if IT checks me out, I'll rip those eyes out". <img src="pic/changingroomf.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Cassia pulls you close and whispers, "Do you have a sports bra?" You shake your head. "That's fine, I've got a spare," she says, retrieving one from her locker. Anticipating your unspoken question, she explains, "When you have sizable assets like mine, stretchy won't cut it. You need proper bands so it won't deform. And bands can snap. Sure, it might be overkill given your size, but it's best to wear something supportive." You thank her and change, facing your locker—partly out of humility and partly because everyone is watching intently. [[Head to the gym|PE2gym][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

You knock on the door, and Ross invites you in. He glances up from his computer, quickly grasping the situation. <img src="pic/ross.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "I just received the memo about you," he says. "The facility didn't plan for this kind of situation. Look, for gym class, just change here and lock the door behind you." You thank him, grateful for his proactive problem-solving. As you change, you briefly wonder if Ross is being too trusting. However, you notice his computer is locked, as are the drawers, so there's no risk of inadvertently causing mischief without his immediate knowledge. You exit, locking the door behind you as you head to the gym. [[Head to the gym|PE2gym][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

<img src="pic/gymnasium.png" class="responsive-img"> You enter the gym and join a growing group gathered in front of the blackboard. After a few minutes, Ross claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. <img src="pic/ross.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Alright, everyone! Today is fitness evaluation day. You’ll be doing laps, push-ups, sit-ups—all that good stuff. We’ll be keeping track of how many you can do, and your scores will determine which clubs you can join next week. Higher scores get first pick. There’s going to be a basketball teams, and some of the girls are eagerly awaiting the cheerleading squad. So if you want to avoid the dreaded walking group, give it your all!" <<if $perception gte 1>>You overhear whispers about why the walking group is so undesirable; apparently, they go out regardless of the weather—nothing short of a thunderstorm will cancel their class.<<else>>You hear whispers about the walking class but can't decipher them.<</if>> As teams begin to form, you find yourself wondering just how much effort you want to put into these exercises. [[Minimal|pe2end][$pescore to $body+0]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Low (Energy -1) |pe2end][$pescore to $body+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Low (Energy -1)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Medium (Energy -2) |pe2end][$pescore to $body+2, $energy to $energy-2]]<<else>>==Medium (Energy -2)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[High (Energy -3) |pe2end][$pescore to $body+3, $energy to $energy-3]]<<else>>==High (Energy -3)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Maximum (Energy -4) |pe2end][$pescore to $body+4, $energy to $energy-4]]<<else>>==Maximum (Energy -4) ==<</if>>

With your score duly recorded, you head home, craving a shower and dinner. Today's exhaustion weighs heavily on you—one of those days where you just can't catch a break. In the shower, you let the water cascade over you, lacking the energy for a thorough scrub. Your mind wanders, reflecting on the choices that led you to this point in life. You check out your dick, at this speed, it will be gone in three day, maybe less. <img src="pic/shower.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Emerging from the bathroom, you yield the space to Jimmy. You make your way to the kitchen, opening your personal pantry. A realization strikes: tonight is when all the roommates are home. Typically, this means an evening of communal gaming and bonding. Despite your fatigue, a small spark of anticipation flickers. These shared moments often provide a welcome respite from the day's challenges, offering a chance to unwind and reconnect with your housemates. [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|tuesday2][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|tuesday2][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|tuesday2][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|tuesday2][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]]

By the time you finish eating, Ander, Percy, and Jimmy are already assembled in the living room. Pedro Kart, the spicy racing game, seems to be the pick tonight. <img src="pic/pedrokart.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You hesitate, wondering if you want to spend the entire evening gaming, but quickly realize the boys will inevitably wear you down. Besides, after an exhausting day like this one, productive activities seem unlikely. You collapse onto the couch, controller in hand. The room buzzes with energy: - Ander launches into trash talk - Jimmy boasts confidently - Percy fires off witty remarks As the console flickers to life, Ander proposes, "Drinking game? A sip for every place behind first?" "Didn't we do that too much already?" Percy interjects. Jimmy grins mischievously. "I've got a kinky outfit my ex left behind. Last place wears a piece? It's not too extreme—just a mild cat-themed thing." "Bring it here," Percy says eagerly. Ander looks skeptical. "Not my style." They all turn to you, awaiting your verdict. [[Side with Ander|Pedrodrunk][]] [[Side with Percy and Jimmy|Pedrocat][]] [[Both, both is good|PedrokartX][]]

Everyone has chosen their character. Jimmy opts for Super Kong, known for his powerful push. Ander selects Swagluigi, the quintessential hipster character. Percy goes with Yoloshi, a clever trickster. <img src="pic/vtubers.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Now it's your turn to choose: [[Bromser|pedrodrunkA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The menacing villain with formidable offensive power. [[Pedro|pedrodrunkA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The versatile all-rounder and star of the game. [[Queen Pear|pedrodrunkA][$corruption to $corruption+1]]: The reliable and steady character. [[Princess Nighty|pedrodrunkA][$corruption to $corruption+3]]: Agile and provocative, she maneuvers expertly in her kart.

Everyone has chosen their character. Jimmy opts for Super Kong, known for his powerful push. Ander selects Swagluigi, the quintessential hipster character. Percy goes with Yoloshi, a clever trickster. <img src="pic/vtubers.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Now it's your turn to choose: [[Bromser|predrokartxA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The menacing villain with formidable offensive power. [[Pedro|predrokartxA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The versatile all-rounder and star of the game. [[Queen Pear|predrokartxA][$corruption to $corruption+1]]: The reliable and steady character. [[Princess Nighty|predrokartxA][$corruption to $corruption+3]]: Agile and provocative, she maneuvers expertly in her kart.

Everyone has chosen their character. Jimmy opts for Super Kong, known for his powerful push. Ander selects Swagluigi, the quintessential hipster character. Percy goes with Yoloshi, a clever trickster. <img src="pic/vtubers.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Now it's your turn to choose: [[Bromser|predrocatA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The menacing villain with formidable offensive power. [[Pedro|predrocatA][$corruption to $corruption+0]]: The versatile all-rounder and star of the game. [[Queen Pear|predrocatA][$corruption to $corruption+1]]: The reliable and steady character. [[Princess Nighty|predrocatA][$corruption to $corruption+3]]: Agile and provocative, she maneuvers expertly in her kart.

Jimmy brings the box from his room while Ander orders pizzas. “Do you think you can fit into that suit, Jimmy?” Percy asks. “Of course! It’s one of those one-size-fits-all Polyester-Spandex suits. But you’ll be the one wearing it. Here we have the cat ears, leather collar, body suit, and cat paws.” “Alright, let’s start with the cat ears first,” says Ander. [[First race|predrocatAB][]]

Jimmy brings the box from his room while Ander orders pizzas and Percy the beer from the fridge. <img src="pic/beer.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Do you think you can fit into that suit, Jimmy?” Percy asks. “Of course! It’s one of those one-size-fits-all Polyester-Spandex suits. But you’ll be the one wearing it. Here we have the cat ears, leather collar, body suit, and cat paws.” “Alright, let’s start with the cat ears first,” says Ander. [[First race|predrokartX1][]]

Jimmy brings the beer from the fridge while Ander orders pizzas. <img src="pic/beer.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Do you think we have enough?” Percy asks. “Of course! There's another box waiting.” “Alright, open up your beer gentlemen!” says Ander. [[First race|predrodrunk1][]]

Just as you seize the lead, Ander brutally shatters your momentum. Percy strategically immobilizes you, and Jimmy's kart unceremoniously shoves you aside. Defeated, you cross the finish line last. The group turns, their rhythmic chant echoing around you: "The ears, the ears, the ears." <img src="pic/catears.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Defeated and embarrassed, you reluctantly don the cat ears. [[Put on the cat ears|predrocatAAB][$catsuit to $catsuit+1]]

At this point, Ander sensing the Percy/Jimmy alliance has been a stapple of this night whisper into your ear. "Let's team up." <<if $perception gte 2>>[[Let them win|predrocatAAAAAbb][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 1>>[[Defeat|predrocatAAAAAbb][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 2>>[[Victory!|predrocatAABBbbV][]]<</if>>

You grab the money from the table and make your way to the door. When you open it, you’re greeted by a young adult in delivery attire, holding the pizza boxes. He looks up from his bill, his eyes widening in surprise at your outfit. <img src="pic/pizzaman.png" class="responsive-img"> “Here’s your delivery for…” His voice trails off, clearly taken aback but not entirely negatively. He hands over the boxes with an almost like a drone, his cheeks turning as red as ripe tomatoes. “Thank you! Have a good night,” you reply, trying to keep a straight face. He stammers awkwardly, about to leave without collecting the money. [[Keep the money for yourself|afterpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5, $money to $money+1]] [[Give back the money to Ander|afterpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Remind him of the money|afterpedrokart][]]

The night winds down with a spread of pizzas and soft drinks, accompanied by playful jabs and lighthearted banter. As the laughter echoes around the room, exhaustion begins to set in and one by one, everyone succumbs retire to his own room. [[Dream|dream4][]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

The Race is difficult, Ander is blasting away and it seems like Jimmy and Percy are teamming up againts you. You think you can win this, but it won't be easy. <<if $perception gte 5>>[[Let them win|predrocatAA][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 4>>[[Defeat|predrocatAA][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 5>>[[Victory!|predrocatAABV][]]<</if>>

Just as you seize the lead, Ander brutally shatters your momentum. Percy strategically immobilizes you, and Jimmy's kart unceremoniously shoves you aside. Defeated, you cross the finish line last. The group's chant shifts, now targeting a new piece of your costume: "The collar, the collar, the collar!" <img src="pic/collar.png" class="responsive-img"> Surrendering to their relentless mockery, you place the collar around your neck. With each movement, a small chime rings out - a tinkling soundtrack to your humiliation. [[Wear the collar|predrocat3][$catsuit to $catsuit+1]]

The game has descended into pure mayhem, with everyone blasting away at each other relentlessly. The alliance between Percy and Jimmy is unmistakable, while Ander seems to be playing solely for himself. As chaos reigns on the track, you can’t shake the feeling that coming out on top this time will be a real challenge. <<if $perception gte 4>>[[Let them win|predrocatAAAAA][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 3>>[[Defeat|predrocatAAAAA][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 4>>[[Victory!|predrocatAABBV][]]<</if>>

This is the third race, and everyone unanimously agrees on the body suit challenge. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. *This* will be your redemption. You fight ferociously for first place, executing precise cuts and daring drifts dangerously close to the wall. Perhaps *too* close. <<if $perception gte 3>>[[Let them win|predrocatAAAAAb][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 2>>[[Defeat|predrocatAAAAAb][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 3>>[[Victory!|predrocatAABBbV][]]<</if>>

Your race starts strong. Percy cunningly attempts to deploy perfectly positioned oil slicks, but you swiftly dodge them. Jimmy tries to push you off the track, but you manage to avoid contact. Eventually, Ander surges ahead of the pack while Percy abandons the battle. You cross the finish line in third place, just behind Jimmy. The group turns, their rhythmic chant echoing in the air: "The ears, the ears, the ears." <img src="pic/catears.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Defeated and embarrassed, Jimmy reluctantly puts on the cat ears. [[Jimmy put on the cat ears|predrocatAAB][]]

As you seize the lead, Ander attempts to brutally shatter your momentum. Percy strategically deploys immobilization items, while Jimmy's kart aims to unceremoniously shove you aside. Despite the onslaught, you skillfully dodge most attacks. Caught in the crossfire, Ander suffers and finishes last. The group's chant shifts, now targeting a new piece of the costume: "The collar, the collar, the collar!" <img src="pic/collar.png" class="responsive-img"> Surrendering to their relentless mockery, Ander places the collar around his neck. With each movement, a small chime rings out - a tinkling soundtrack to his humiliation. [[Ander wear the collar|predrocat3][]]

In a split second, you spot a sombrero that could send you plummeting into the sandy terrain. With lightning-fast reflexes, you swerve away from the curve, narrowly dodging Percy's cunning attack. Seizing the moment, you retaliate with your own item, giving Percy a taste of his intended fate. He crawls back onto the track agonizingly slow as competitors zoom past him. Predictably, the familiar chant rises: "The suit, the suit, the suit!" <img src="pic/catsuit.png" class="responsive-img"> Percy relents but cleverly layers the suit over his current clothes. The game continues, tension mounting. Only the paws remain unclaimed. [[Last race|predrocatAAAA][]]

In a split second of miscalculation, you fail to dodge an unexpected sombrero and plummet deep into the sandy terrain. Slowly, agonizingly, you crawl back onto the track as competitors zoom past you. Predictably, the familiar chant rises: "The suit, the suit, the suit!" <img src="pic/catsuit.png" class="responsive-img"> A defiance thought ignites, you could have it layered right over your current clothes. The game continues, your dignity hanging by a thread. Only the paws remain. [[Above clothes|predrocatAAAA][$catsuit to $catsuit+2]] [[Wear only the suit|predrocatAAAA][$catsuit to $catsuit+3,$corruption to $corruption+3]]

With his strategic support, you battle Jimmy and Percy on the race track. Despite the collaboration, your gaming skills remain underwhelming, leaving you trailing behind. In a final desperate attempt, Ander slows down Jimmy, but you're too sluggish to capitalize on the opening. They cross the finish line just ahead of you. The familiar chant erupts: "The paws, the paws, the paws!" <img src="pic/catpaws.png" class="responsive-img"> As you reluctantly don the paw accessories, the impracticality becomes immediately apparent. Holding a controller with these on seems utterly impossible. [[Put on the paws|predrocatAAAAE][$catsuit to $catsuit+1]]

With Ander's strategic support, you battle Jimmy and Percy on the race track. The competition is fierce and tight, every move calculated. In a final desperate attempt, Ander slows down Jimmy, and you seize the opportunity. You blast him away directly into Percy's path. They cross the finish line just behind you and Ander. The familiar chant erupts: "The paws, the paws, the paws!" <img src="pic/catpaws.png" class="responsive-img"> As Percy double-checks the scoreboard to confirm his standing, Jimmy reluctantly dons the paw accessories. The impracticality becomes immediately apparent - holding a controller with these on seems utterly impossible. [[Jimmy put on the paws|predrocatAAAAE][]]

"So, what do we bet now?" Percy asks. "Booze," Ander declares. "Push-ups?" Jimmy proposes. The group's enthusiasm wanes, their interest in the game dissolving. A few minutes of desultory conversation pass before a knock interrupts. "The pizza's here," Percy notes. Ander drops some cash on the table. <<if $catsuit gte 4>> Jimmy makes a mischievous suggestion: "Wouldn't it be fun if our friend here opened the door?" Everyone finds this hilarious. But the choice, ultimately, is yours. [[Open the door|door][$corruption to $corruption+3]] <</if>> [[Let Jimmy pay for the pizzas|afterpedrokart][]]

<<if $corruption lte 15>>You awaken on a cold, damp stone floor, memories of plummeting into a dark abyss and losing your companions flooding back. Grasping your weapon, you rise to your feet, your knight's armor clinking softly. The dungeon air is thick with moisture and the scent of decay. <img src="pic/classknight.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Approaching the first door, it crumbles beneath your touch. Beyond, a gelatinous slime attempts to envelop you, but struggles to gain a grip on your polished armor. With a series of precise slashes, you reduce it to quivering fragments that splatter across the chamber. Venturing into a corridor, you trigger a trap. Ropes spring forth, binding you tightly. The thunderous footfalls of approaching orcs echo off the stone walls. Summoning your indomitable will, you strain against your bonds until they snap. The orcs, caught off guard by your feat of strength, fall swiftly to your blade. A disembodied voice announces, "Level up! Knight level 5 achieved!" Your moment of triumph is short-lived as the groans of zombies, drawn by the scent of fresh blood, reverberate through the dungeon. Sprinting up a flight of stairs, you encounter Pedro astride his go-kart. Without hesitation, you commandeer the vehicle, flooring the accelerator. Zombies crumple beneath your wheels as you careen through winding passages. Suddenly, you burst through an opening onto a brilliant rainbow bridge arcing across the sky. Unable to brake, you and the kart plummet from the rainbow's end. As you fall, the sprawling city below comes into crystal-clear focus, every street and building etched in your mind with startling clarity. The ground rushes up to meet you... ...and you jolt awake, heart pounding, as a new day dawns.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 16 and $corruption lte 30>>You awaken on a cold, damp stone floor, memories of plummeting into a dark abyss and losing your companions flooding back. Grasping your dagger, you rise to your feet, your leather's armor muffling your movements. The dungeon air is thick with moisture and the scent of decay. <img src="pic/classrogue.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Approaching the first door, it crumbles beneath your touch. Beyond, a gelatinous slime attempts to envelop you, but struggles to make contact as you do acrobaties across the chamber. Venturing into a corridor, you trigger a trap. Ropes spring forth, binding you tightly. The thunderous footfalls of approaching orcs echo off the stone walls. The first orc start pulling down your pants while the second one poke your face with his cock. <img src="pic/orcrogue.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You make your most seductive smile and point out there's 4 of them and you can only service 2 at a time if they spitroast you. If they unbing your hands, you can serve all of them at once. This convincing argument is enough for them and as soon as your writs are free, you seize the orc weapon and stab him in the neck. You cut the ropes and the orcs, caught off guard by your feat of cunning and agility, fall swiftly to your blade. A disembodied voice announces, "Level up! Rogue level 5 achieved!" Your moment of triumph is short-lived as the groans of zombies, drawn by the scent of fresh blood, reverberate through the dungeon. Sprinting up a flight of stairs, you encounter Pedro astride his go-kart. Without hesitation, you sit behind him and tell him to drive, Pedro floor the accelerator. Zombies crumple beneath the wheels as you careen through winding passages. Suddenly, you burst through an opening onto a brilliant rainbow bridge arcing across the sky. Unable to brake, you and the kart plummet from the rainbow's end. As you fall, the sprawling city below comes into crystal-clear focus, every street and building etched in your mind with startling clarity. The ground rushes up to meet you... ...and you jolt awake, heart pounding, as a new day dawns.<</if>><<if $corruption gt 30>>You awaken on a chilly, damp stone floor, memories of plunging into a dark abyss and losing your companions flooding back. You rise to your feet, your jewelry jingling softly. The dungeon air is thick with moisture and the scent of decay, but you're ready for whatever awaits. <img src="pic/classbimbo.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Approaching the first door, it crumbles beneath your touch. Beyond, a gelatinous slime envelops you, morphing itself to explore your most intimate places. It fucks you softly, slowly melting into your skin and every crevice until the fusion is complete, leaving only you in the chamber, transformed and ready for more. <img src="pic/slimebimbo.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Venturing into a corridor, you trigger a trap. Ropes spring forth, binding you tightly. The thunderous footfalls of approaching orcs echo off the stone walls. The first orc starts pulling down your pants while the second one pokes your face with his cock. The four orcs take turns spitroasting you for several minutes, and you love every single thrust more than the last. Since you seem to enjoy it so much, they choose to cut you loose, and bring your cum-covered glistening body to camp. <img src="pic/slimeorc.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A disembodied voice announces, "Level up! Bimbo level 5 achieved!" Your moment of triumph is short-lived as the groans of zombies, drawn by the scent of fresh cum, reverberate through the dungeon. Sprinting up a flight of stairs, you encounter Pedro astride his go-kart. You implore him to drive you out of this nightmare, and he responds, "Then blow me slut!" Without hesitation, you sit next to him and take his full length all the way into the back of your throat. <img src="pic/slimeblow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Pedro floors the accelerator. Zombies crumple beneath the wheels as you careen through winding passages. Suddenly, you burst through an opening onto a brilliant rainbow bridge arcing across the sky. Unable to brake, you and the kart plummet from the rainbow's end. As you fall, the sprawling city below comes into crystal-clear focus, every street and building etched in your mind with startling clarity. The ground rushes up to meet you... ...and you jolt awake, heart pounding, as a new day dawns.<</if>> [[Sociology|sociology2][$drunk to 0]] <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

The Race is difficult, Ander is blasting away and it seems like Jimmy and Percy are teamming up againts you. You think you can win this, but it won't be easy. <<if $perception gte 4>>[[You finish first!|predrodrunk2][]]<</if>><<if $perception == 3>>[[You finish second!|predrodrunk2][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception == 2>>[[You finish third!|predrodrunk2][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 1>>[[You finish last!|predrodrunk2][$drunk to $drunk+2]]<</if>>

The game has descended into pure mayhem, with everyone blasting away at each other relentlessly. The alliance between Percy and Jimmy is unmistakable, while Ander seems to be playing solely for himself. As chaos reigns on the track, you can’t shake the feeling that coming out on top this time will be a real challenge. <<if $perception gte 4>>[[You finish first!|predrodrunk3][]]<</if>><<if $perception == 3>>[[You finish second!|predrodrunk3][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception == 2>>[[You finish third!|predrodrunk3][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 1>>[[You finish last!|predrodrunk3][$drunk to $drunk+2]]<</if>>

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. *This* will be your best race yet. You fight ferociously for first place, executing precise cuts and daring drifts dangerously close to the wall. Perhaps *too* close. <<if $perception gte 4>>[[You finish first!|predrodrunk4][]]<</if>><<if $perception == 3>>[[You finish second!|predrodrunk4][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception == 2>>[[You finish third!|predrodrunk4][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 1>>[[You finish last!|predrodrunk4][$drunk to $drunk+2]]<</if>>

At this point, Ander sensing the Percy/Jimmy alliance has been a stapple of this night whisper into your ear. "Let's team up." <<if $perception gte 3>>[[You finish first!|predrodrunk5][]]<</if>><<if $perception == 2>>[[You finish second!|predrodrunk5][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception == 1>>[[You finish third!|predrodrunk5][$drunk to $drunk+1]]<</if>><<if $perception lte 0>>[[You finish last!|predrodrunk5][$drunk to $drunk+2]]<</if>>

When the pizzas finally arrive, everyone forget about the game and feel it's the perfect time to soak up the alcool with a bit of greassy food. <img src="pic/pizza.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The night winds down with a spread of pizzas and soft drinks, accompanied by playful jabs and lighthearted banter. As the laughter echoes around the room, exhaustion begins to set in and one by one, everyone succumbs retire to his own room. [[Dream|dream4][$corruption to $corruption+$drunk+$drunk]]

The Race is difficult, Ander is blasting away and it seems like Jimmy and Percy are teamming up againts you. You think you can win this, but it won't be easy. <<if $perception gte 4>>[[Let them win|predrokartz2l][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lt 4>>[[Defeat|predrokartz2l][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 4>>[[Victory!|predrokartz2w][]]<</if>>

Just as you seize the lead, Ander brutally shatters your momentum. Percy strategically immobilizes you, and Jimmy's kart unceremoniously shoves you aside. Defeated, you cross the finish line last. The group turns, their rhythmic chant echoing around you: "The ears, the ears, the ears." <img src="pic/catears.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Defeated and embarrassed, you down your beer and then reluctantly don the cat ears. [[Put on the cat ears|predrockartx2][$catsuit to $catsuit+1, $drunk to $drunk+2]]

The game has descended into pure mayhem, with everyone blasting away at each other relentlessly. The alliance between Percy and Jimmy is unmistakable, while Ander seems to be playing solely for himself. As chaos reigns on the track, you can’t shake the feeling that coming out on top this time will be a real challenge. <<if $perception gte 3>>[[Let them win|predrokart4l][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lt 3>>[[Defeat|predrokart4l][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 3>>[[Victory!|predrokart4w][]]<</if>>

Just as you seize the lead, Ander brutally shatters your momentum. Percy strategically immobilizes you, and Jimmy's kart unceremoniously shoves you aside. Defeated, you cross the finish line last. The group's chant shifts, now targeting a new piece of your costume: "The collar, the collar, the collar!" <img src="pic/collar.png" class="responsive-img"> Surrendering to their relentless mockery, you place the collar around your neck. With each movement, a small chime rings out - a tinkling soundtrack to your humiliation. [[Wear the collar|predrokart5][$catsuit to $catsuit+1,$drunk to $drunk+2]]

This is the third race, and everyone unanimously agrees on the body suit challenge. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. *This* will be your redemption. You fight ferociously for first place, executing precise cuts and daring drifts dangerously close to the wall. Perhaps *too* close. <<if $perception gte 2>>[[Let them win|predrokart6l][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lt 2>>[[Defeat|predrokart6l][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 2>>[[Victory!|predrokart6w][]]<</if>>

In a split second of miscalculation, you fail to dodge an unexpected sombrero and plummet deep into the sandy terrain. Slowly, agonizingly, you crawl back onto the track as competitors zoom past you. Predictably, the familiar chant rises: "The suit, the suit, the suit!" <img src="pic/catsuit.png" class="responsive-img"> A defiance thought ignites, you could have it layered right over your current clothes. The game continues, your dignity hanging by a thread. Only the paws remain. [[Above clothes|predrokart7][$catsuit to $catsuit+2,$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Wear only the suit|predrokart7][$catsuit to $catsuit+3,$corruption to $corruption+3,$drunk to $drunk+2]]

At this point, Ander sensing the Percy/Jimmy alliance has been a stapple of this night whisper into your ear. "Let's team up." <<if $perception gte 1>>[[Let them win|predrokart8l][$corruption to $corruption+3]]<</if>><<if $perception lt 1>>[[Defeat|predrokart8l][$corruption to $corruption+1]]<</if>> <<if $perception gte 1>>[[Victory!|predrokart8w][]]<</if>>

"So, what do we bet now?" Percy asks. "Booze," Ander declares. "Push-ups?" Jimmy proposes. The group's enthusiasm wanes, their interest in the game dissolving. A few minutes of desultory conversation pass before a knock interrupts. "The pizza's here," Percy notes. Ander drops some cash on the table. <<if $catsuit gte 4>> Jimmy makes a mischievous suggestion: "Wouldn't it be fun if our friend here opened the door?" Everyone finds this hilarious. But the choice, ultimately, is yours. [[Open the door|door2][$corruption to $corruption+3]] <</if>> [[Let Jimmy pay for the pizzas|afterpedrokart2][]]

You grab the money from the table and make your way to the door. When you open it, you’re greeted by a young adult in delivery attire, holding the pizza boxes. He looks up from his bill, his eyes widening in surprise at your outfit. <img src="pic/pizzaman.png" class="responsive-img"> “Here’s your delivery for…” His voice trails off, clearly taken aback but not entirely negatively. He hands over the boxes with an almost like a drone, his cheeks turning as red as ripe tomatoes. “Thank you! Have a good night,” you reply, trying to keep a straight face. He stammers awkwardly, about to leave without collecting the money. Being so drunk, you find his reaction very funny and cute and the thought of sucking off a random delivery guy cross your mind. [[Keep the money for yourself|afterpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5, $money to $money+1]] [[Give back the money to Ander|afterpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Remind him of the money|afterpedrokart][]] [[Pay him "In nature"|pedrosuck][$corruption to $corruption+10,$money to $money+1]]

You call him back, knowing he forgot the money, and as he approaches, you suggest a more "personal" form of payment, luring him inside. You close the door behind him and press him against it, your body molding to his like a hungry feline. Your hands slide slowly down to his crotch, where you fondle his already hard cock through his pants. You whisper something dirty in his ear, your breath hot against his skin, as you grind against him. He remains frozen in place as you undo his belt and free his manhood from its confines. <img src="pic/pizzablow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You start slow, planting a kiss on his tip, tasting the precum that beads at the head. You lick his balls, taking your time, as you pump him slowly, feeling him grow even harder. You lean back, his shaft sliding across your face, before finally taking him into your mouth. You barely have time to swirl your tongue around his gland before he lets out a loud grunt, his body tensing. You can't dodge in time. [[Swallow|swallowpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Facial|facepedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Spit|swallowpedrokart][]]

He must have been storing up for a while because he never seem to stop. The taste of the beer mixing with his cum is intoxicating. You just desengaged and he immediatly grabs his pants up without even fastening anything and flees like the demons of hells where after him. You turn around to find your three friends came to check on the suspicious sounds. Percy appear to be giggling, Jimmy conflicted and Ander stunned, yet all of them seems strangely aroussed by what they saw. Jimmy break the silence "So hum, do you services everyone like this or only random strangers?" [[The pizzas are here!|lolpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[He didn't quite satisfy my appetite, maybe you three can help you purr|lsuck3pedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+20,$sex to $sex+1]]

He must have been storing up for a while because he doesn't seem to stop. He paints your face with hot shots, his cum dripping down your chin and onto your chest, leaving you looking like a postmodern art piece. You disengage, and he immediately grabs his pants, not even bothering to fasten them, before fleeing like the hounds of hell are on his heels. You turn around to find your three friends, drawn by the suspicious sounds. Percy is giggling, Jimmy looks conflicted, and Ander is stunned, yet all of them seem strangely aroused by what they witnessed. Jimmy breaks the silence, "So, um, do you service everyone like this, or just random strangers?" [[The pizzas are here, just let me clean up first!|lolpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[He didn't quite satisfy my appetite, maybe you three can help|lsuck3pedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+20]]

The night winds down with a spread of pizzas and soft drinks, accompanied by playful jabs and lighthearted banter. But everyone seems a bit weirded out by what they saw and maybe a bit frustrated, as exhaustion begins to set in, everyone succumbs one by one and retire to his own room. [[Dream|dream4][]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Your three roommates hesitate before taking positions around you, drunkenly pulling down their pants with a bit of your help. A week ago, you wouldn't have believed anyone telling you that this is how you'd find out about the size of each of them. Jimmy is a reasonable and girthy 7 inches, while Ander has an 8-inch slender cock. But the most surprising is Percy, the unassuming one, hiding a massive 10 inches. You lick your lips, unsure which one to start with. Ander makes the choice for you by pushing your face towards him, and you accept, taking him into your mouth. <img src="pic/3blow1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Meanwhile, your hands get to work on the full lengths of Percy and Jimmy. But they feel dry, so you play the cock carousel, making each of your friends nicely slick and finding a nice rhythm between them so they all get some attention from your wanting lips. None of them are virgins, so they won't go off from the lightest touch. You stroke and suck to your heart's content, appreciating the great variety of feel and taste. <img src="pic/3blow2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As you bubble and pump harder and faster, you hear Percy groan first, and you turn to him, receiving his glazing. This brings Jimmy over the edge, and he follows suit with a long rope of cum going from the top of your head to your breasts. Ander is not far behind, aiming straight at your mouth, getting some of his seed on your tongue but most of his juice on your face. <img src="pic/3blow3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Drenched in the cum of your friends, you drunkenly slur how much fun you had while the dicks are hidden away one at a time. A recovering Ander mentions it would be a good idea for you to take a shower and soak the stained catsuit, and that makes a lot of sense. [[Smear the cum to your mouth and lick if off before going to the shower|showerpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+10]] [[Just get a shower|showerpedrokart][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

Once presentable again, you join back your roommates and the night winds down with a spread of pizzas and soft drinks, accompanied by playful jabs and lighthearted banter. They all try really hard not to mention what just happened. But everyone seems a bit weirded out by what they saw and did. As exhaustion begins to set in, everyone succumbs one by one and retire to his own room. [[Dream|dream4][$sex to $sex+1]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img">

For some reason, your teacher Miss Brook Holm seems to alway wear clothes a bit too small for her. But she's a great at her job so everyone let it slide. <img src="pic/brook.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Professor Holm begins the lecture, her demeanor professional and focused on the subject matter. "Today, we'll discuss the sexual revolution, a significant social movement of the 20th century." She continues, "The sexual revolution was facilitated by several factors, including the widespread availability of contraceptives, particularly the birth control pill. This technology allowed for a separation of sexual activity from reproduction, leading to significant social changes." "Prior to reliable contraception, sexual intercourse carried a high risk of pregnancy. This biological reality shaped social norms, with marriage being the primary sanctioned context for sexual relationships. Extramarital sex was stigmatized due to potential harm and consequences for children born outside of established family structures." "The introduction of effective contraception had profound implications for women's roles in society. Previously, the unpredictability of pregnancy made it challenging for women to pursue long-term careers. This often led to economic dependence on men, not out of subservience, but as a practical response to biological realities." "The ability to control fertility gave women unprecedented freedom in their personal and professional lives. It allowed for greater participation in the workforce and changed dynamics in romantic relationships. This shift challenged traditional social structures and gender roles." "However, it's important to note that societal change is gradual. While the sexual revolution brought rapid changes in some areas, many aspects of the previous social order persisted. We're still navigating the implications of these changes to century old norms today." "As we delve deeper into specific events and outcomes of the sexual revolution, I encourage you to consider how these changes have shaped our current society and your own experiences." Professor Holm then proceeds to discuss key events, figures, and sociological theories related to the sexual revolution until lunch. [[Lunch|lunchsocio2][]]

As you make your way toward the cafeteria, a sudden, searing cramp seizes your lower abdomen, causing you to stumble mid-stride. The pain is unlike anything you've experienced before—sharp, intense, and nauseating. It feels as if your insides are being twisted and wrung out. <img src="pic/hallway.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead as you instinctively clutch your midsection. The throbbing ache intensifies, and a wave of dizziness washes over you. Your mind races, suspecting something might be seriously wrong with your intestines. You change course abruptly. With each step sending jolts of discomfort through your body, you quicken your pace as much as the pain allows. Your breathing becomes shallow and rapid as you urgently make your way to the nearest bathroom, hoping to find some relief and assess the situation in private. [[Go into the guy bathroom|bathroommale][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[Go into the girl bathroom|bathroomgirl][$corruption to $corruption+4]]

With trembling hands, you lock the bathroom stall and hastily undo your pants, your mind racing through possibilities. Could this be a severe case of gastrointestinal distress? But as you look down, your breath catches in your throat—it's not what you expected. A crimson stain spreads across your underwear, and your heart begins to pound. <img src="pic/blood.png" class="responsive-img"> For a moment, panic grips you. "Am I dying?" The thought flashes through your mind before realization dawns. This must be "that time of the month", an experience you hadn't anticipated yet. The reality of womanhood hits you in a very physical, unexpected way. You notice with dismay that small spots and droplets of blood have already marked your pants. You need to address this situation quickly and discreetly as any woman would. But for you, this is uncharted territory. You never learned to manage menstruation, and now you ponder your next move. First, make a temporary pad with toilet paper and then... [[Run back home, change, watch a tutorial or two, and make a detour to the drugstore|politic2][$energy to $energy-3]] <<if $money gte 2>>[[Take a taxi back home and make a detour to the drugstore (Budget -2, Energy -1) |politic2][$energy to $energy-1,$money to $money-2]]<<else>>==Take a taxi back home and make a detour to the drugstore (Budget -2, Energy -1)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 3>>[[Take a taxi and make a detour to the drugstore and the closest thrift store (Budget -3) |politic2][$money to $money-3,$energy to $energy-0]]<<else>>==Take a taxi and make a detour to the drugstore and the closest thrift store (Budget -3)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 1 and $intel gte 4>>[[Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour home to change (Budget -1, Energy -1) |politic2][$money to $money-1,$energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour home to change (Budget -1, Energy -1)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 2 and $intel gte 4>>[[Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour to the closest thrift store (Budget -2) |politic2][$money to $money-2]]<<else>>==Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour to the closest thrift store (Budget -2)==<</if>>

With trembling hands, you lock the bathroom stall and hastily undo your pants, your mind racing through possibilities. Could this be a severe case of gastrointestinal distress? But as you look down, your breath catches in your throat—it's not what you expected. A crimson stain spreads across your underwear, and your heart begins to pound. <img src="pic/blood.png" class="responsive-img"> For a moment, panic grips you. "Am I dying?" The thought flashes through your mind before realization dawns. This must be "that time of the month", an experience you hadn't anticipated yet. The reality of womanhood hits you in a very physical, unexpected way. You notice with dismay that small spots and droplets of blood have already marked your pants. You need to address this situation quickly and discreetly as any woman would. But for you, this is uncharted territory. You never learned to manage menstruation, and now you ponder your next move. First, make a temporary pad with toilet paper and then... [[Run back home, change, watch a tutorial or two, and make a detour to the drugstore (Energy -3)|politic2][$energy to $energy-3]] <<if $money gte 2>>[[Take a taxi back home and make a detour to the drugstore (Energy -1, Budget -2) |politic2][$energy to $energy-1,$money to $money-2]]<<else>>==Take a taxi back home and make a detour to the drugstore (Energy -1, Budget -2)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 3>>[[Take a taxi and make a detour to the drugstore and the closest thrift store (Budget -3) |politic2][$money to $money-3,$energy to $energy-0]]<<else>>==Take a taxi and make a detour to the drugstore and the closest thrift store (Budget -3)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 1 and $intel gte 1>>[[Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour home to change (Energy -1, Budget -1) |politic2][$money to $money-1,$energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour home to change (Energy -1, Budget -1)==<</if>> <<if $money gte 2 and $intel gte 2>>[[Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour to the closest thrift store (Budget -2) |politic2][$money to $money-2]]<<else>>==Use the girl bathroom distributor, take a taxi, and make a detour to the closest thrift store (Budget -2)==<</if>>

You settle into the worn auditorium seat as a low murmur of conversations fills the air. Professor William Briar, a distinguished political scientist with salt-and-pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses, arranges his materials at the lectern with practiced efficiency. <img src="pic/briar.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Today," he begins, his resonant voice cutting through the chatter, "we'll delve into the intricate branches of government and analyze how they interact with one another." The whiteboard soon becomes a canvas of complex diagrams illustrating various governmental structures, power dynamics, and responsibilities. Your pen flies across the pages of your notebook, desperately trying to capture the essence of each intricate chart. The sheer complexity of the political system unfolds before you, a tapestry of interconnected institutions and processes. As the lecture progresses, Professor Briar's words paint a vivid picture of checks and balances, separation of powers, and the delicate dance of governance. You find yourself both fascinated and overwhelmed by the depth of the material. When the class concludes, you pack up your notes, your mind buzzing with new concepts. You realize that truly grasping these intricate political mechanisms will require dedicated review and reflection in the quiet of your own study space. [[At home|wednesday2][]]

As you get in the door, exhaustion and hunger gnaw at you, a stark reminder of the chaotic events that unfolded during lunch. Your mind, however, is preoccupied with a more pressing concern. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, you examine your privy once again. What greets your eyes is both shocking and surreal. Where your sex once was, only a tiny, rounded stump remains. The regression has progressed to such an extent that it's barely recognizable as a penis; only its position gives any clue to its former identity. The sight sends a chill down your spine, a visceral reminder of your rapidly changing condition. A cocktail of emotions washes over you—frustration, resignation, and a twinge of resentment at the apparent lack of urgency your situation received. The realization hits you: it's likely too late now, even if a remedy were to suddenly materialize. The transformation happened with such alarming speed, and life continued its relentless pace, leaving little time for intervention or even proper consideration of your plight. As you sit at the table, your hunger momentarily forgotten, you find yourself grappling with a sobering thought. Perhaps, given the rapidity and nature of your condition, nothing could have been done anyway. The world kept spinning, oblivious to your personal crisis, and you were swept along with it. This bittersweet acceptance settles over you like a heavy blanket. You're left to contemplate the strange turns life can take, how quickly normalcy can be upended, and how one must adapt, even in the face of the inexplicable and the irreversible. [[The attention and sex denied to me as a man will be mine!|wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+15]] [[Why am I all doom and gloom? This is what I always wanted! I'm done grieving my masculinity!|wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+10]] [[Male or female you'll cary on, there's no point grieving.|wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[I'll be grieving my masculinity for a time but this isn't bad.|wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+3]] [[I'll be grieving my masculinity for a while, I was confortable being a man.|wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+0]] [[This is a disaster and ruined my life! Women are dumb and weak, barely capable of serving men! |wednesday2a][$corruption to $corruption+8]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

As you start your meal, you joke to yourself; being moody is the fault of "this time of the month". You then pause, maybe it's best if you dwell on this another time and focus on your... [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|wenesdaynight2][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|wenesdaynight2][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|wenesdaynight2][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|wenesdaynight2][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

You have nothing special planned tonight. [[Go to the gym (Body +1)|dream5a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[With extra effort (Body +2, Energy -Body) |dream5a][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==With extra effort (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>> [[Revise for school (Brain +1)|dream5a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[With extra effort (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |dream5a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==With extra effort (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> [[Hang out at the student bar (Charisma +1)|dream5a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] <<if $money gte $charisma>>[[Party late and meet new people (Charisma +2, Budget -Charisma) |dream5a][$charisma to $charisma+2, $money to $money+1-$charisma]]<<else>>==Party late and meet new people (Body +2, Budget -Charisma)==<</if>> [[Play video games (Perception +1)|dream5a][$perception to $perception+1]] <<if $money gte $perception>>[[Find new stuff to play (Perception +2, Budget -Perception) |dream5a][$perception to $perception+2, $money to $money+1-$perception]]<<else>>==Find new stuff to play (Perception +2, Budget -Perception)==<</if>> [[Reach out to Cassia and ask her for a "Being a girl 101" class.|dream5][$perception to $perception+0]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

In your dream, you find yourself restored to your familiar form—a man walking the street with confident strides. The previous experience feels like a distant, surreal nightmare, very similar to the monstrous spider sprinting toward you with terrifying speed. Panic rises as you attempt to fight it off, but you're quickly ensnared in its sticky web. The silken threads wrap around you, tightening with each struggle until all light fades in the suffocating cocoon. You fight desperately—punching, scraping, grappling—until finally, you tear a breach. With a final, determined effort, you pull yourself free from the damp, constraining cage. As you emerge as a wonderful woman, you stretch your wonderful legs and shake your generous breasts. Your movements feel lighter, more graceful. <img src="pic/cocoon.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Settling comfortably on your back, you bask in the warm sunlight beside the pool under the shade of the palm trees, a sense of transformation and renewal washing over you. The world around you seems different, more vibrant and alive than ever before. Colors appear more vivid, scents more intricate, and you can feel the slightest breeze against your delicate skin. Feeling satisfied with your sun-kissed tan, you flip onto your belly when a cute man approaches and offers to apply sunscreen to your back. <img src="pic/bikini.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<if $corruption lt 20>>"Sure, why not?" you reply, a smile playing on your lips. His strong hands begin at the top, gently massaging your shoulders before working their way down your back, applying the protective lotion with care. The sensation is soothing as he moves slowly lower. Yet, you feel it's time to draw the line when he transit to your butt and politely tell him to stop. You notice a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but you simply smile and make him leave. With both sides tanned to perfection, you're ready for a refreshing swim. Rising from your lounge chair, you adjust your one-piece swimsuit and take a graceful leap into the inviting sea. <img src="pic/diving.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The cool water envelops you, washing away the heat of the sun and invigorating your spirit as you wake up.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 20 and $corruption lt 40>>"Sure, why not?" you reply, a smile playing on your lips. His strong hands begin at the top, gently massaging your shoulders before working their way down your back, applying the protective lotion with care. The sensation is soothing as he moves slowly lower. Yet, you feel it's time to draw the line when he transit to molesting your butt and politely tell him to stop. You notice a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "Oh don't be like that, you're not getting your hands on the goods before a couple of dates is all." He smile, "I'll call you after reserving a nice place for dinner then." With both sides tanned to perfection, you're ready for a refreshing swim. Rising from your lounge chair, you adjust your swimsuit and take a graceful leap into the inviting sea. <img src="pic/diving.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The cool water envelops you, washing away the heat of the sun and invigorating your spirit as you wake up.<</if>><<if $corruption gte 40>>"Sure, why not?" you reply, a smile playing on your lips. His strong hands begin at the top, gently massaging your shoulders before working their way down your back, applying the protective lotion with care. The sensation is soothing as he moves slowly lower. As he transit to molesting your butt, you feel yourself getting wet between the legs. He seems to notice and you see an hint of malice in his eyes. Under the guise of applying lotion, he slip his claws under your bikini bottom and finger your pussy aggressively. You moan and purr, wishing it would last forever but he stop just short of giving you release. He smile, "Come to room 69 for more." He whisper into your ear. Unsure you can make it to his room without humping someone on the way, you feel in dire need of a refreshing swim to cool off your body and mind. Rising from your lounge chair, you adjust your skimpy bikini and take a graceful leap into the inviting sea. <img src="pic/diving.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The cool water envelops you, washing away the heat and invigorating your spirit as you wake up.<</if>> [[Thursday|thursday2][]] <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

After a brief wait, she picks up the phone. You take a deep breath and explain that your situation is complicated, and you ask if she could help you understand the basics of womanhood. "Oh, I’m so happy for you!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious. "Being a girl is incredible! Don’t worry; it’s really not that difficult. If I can do it, so can you! How about we meet at my place in an hour? I’d love to help!" <<if $intel lte 2>>[[Learn about periods, feminine health and general feminine knowledges|dream5b][$intel to $intel+2,$corruption to $corruption+5,$energy to $energy+1]]<<else>>[[She isn't able to provide you with further guidance on this matter.|wenesdaynight2][]]<</if>> <<if $charisma lte 5>>[[Learn about interacting with others.|dream5b][$charisma to $charisma+2,$corruption to $corruption+5,$energy to $energy+1]]<<else>>[[She isn't able to provide you with further guidance on this matter.|wenesdaynight2][]]<</if>>

You open your eyes and gingerly touch your mount where you dick use to be, feeling a small lump beneath the surface. Even this minor remnant will likely vanish by nightfall. Soon, you'll be completely free of masculinity. Quickly preparing for the day ahead, you anticipate your English and computing classes. It's hard to believe that just a week ago, all this madness began. Now, it seems the process is complete. As you step into the classroom, you notice Miss Marile's scrutinizing gaze. Unsure of what you've done to provoke her ire, you can't shake the feeling that you've become her newest scapegoat. It's an unwelcome complication you could do without. <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> True to your suspicions, as class begins, she immediately poses a question about material she hasn't yet taught, demanding to know if you have the answer. Of course you don't—the class would be pointless if you didn't need her instruction. As she continues her attempts to humiliate you whenever she get's the oportunity, you find yourself contemplating clever retorts for the next time she tries to put you on the spot. [[Keep it for yourself and endure until lunch|thursdayl2][]] [[Give her some attitude|thursdayMarile2][]]

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You step into Dr. Clark's meticulously organized office. The professor sits upright in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on you as you take a seat across from him. "Please take a seat. What did you want to talk about?" Dr. Clark's tone is serious, tinged with concern. <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your hand instinctively moving to the back of your neck. It's clear from your expression and body language that you are unconfortable. You mention you had recent hypnotic experiences and can't remember them at all. It's all very weird and fuzzy in your head. Dr. Clark leans forward slightly, his brow furrowing. "If true," he begins, his voice measured and professional, "such a lapse in memory could potentially indicate more complex issues. For instance, it might suggest dissociative tendencies, or in rare cases, even point towards a multiple identity disorder. Certain medications or substances can also induce similar effects." He pauses, allowing the information to sink in. "I want to emphasize that nothing in the standard hypnotic induction should not cause temporary amnesia. We'll make a simple exercise and test you response to hypnosis." He follow the same procedure he did with Cassia, except you don't remember anything after the part he told you to feel relaxed. Dr. Clark's gaze remains steady, his eyes searching yours for any flicker of comprehension. He leans back slightly, his posture softening as he transitions from professor to concerned professional. "I believe it's crucial that we investigate this matter further," he says, his tone both gentle and authoritative. "Your experience today was quite atypical, and it's important that we understand the underlying causes." He pauses, allowing you to process his words before continuing. "I should inform you that in addition to my role as a professor, I'm also a licensed clinical psychologist. Given the unusual nature of your response, I'd like to propose something." Dr. Clark folds his hands on the desk, his expression serious. "I run research projects and publish works on psychological phenomenom. If you're willing, I'd like to include you in my studies. This would involve a series of sessions, including further controlled hypnosis attempts, cognitive assessments, and therapeutic discussions." He emphasizes, "Participation would be entirely voluntary and free of charge since we are backed by the school research program. It will take some time to ask for approval and get the paperwork ready. Give me a call after school next monday if you are interested. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to think it over carefully." [[Go home|psychology1ba][$clark to 1]]<<set $clark = 1>>

Skill check in the intro: 1: If you don't take a taxi or run on the first day, you can avoid the sex scene and corruption with Brain of 2 or Perception of 1, alternatively you can spend 1 Energy or Budget. 2: You can refuse Cassia blackmail with a Body of 1, a Brain of 2, or a Charisma of 2. 3: Body check in PE, will be used in the next chapter (See: How to join the cheerleaders) 4: Multiple Perception checks when playing Pedrokart. You need 4 to win every times and 2 to have some victories. 5: When you get your first period, you can save on your energy or budget with a check of Brain 2 (4 if you elect to go in the man bathroom) 6: Reverse skill check on week two wednesday, if your Brain is 2 or less or Charisma 5 or less, Cassia can train this stat by 1 and you gain 1 energy and 5 corruption. As you may notice, stats are a representation of your life style. Therefore there's not many of them in this chapter as the game is still building your "profile". Missable sex scenes in the intro 1: Don't run or take a taxi on the first day and accept Marile advances. 2: Give in to Cassia blackmail, agree to go to a club, get really drunk, point to a guy, dance with him, and go to the bathroom with the guy. 3: On the weekend Call Cassia and spend the weekend with her as a girl (require a corruption of 9 or over). Go with her and her boyfriend. 4: Chose both alcool and the catsuit for Pedrokart, loose a lot and get drunk, open the door yourself and pay "in nature". 5: Give a sexual bribe to the technician to look at your PC logs. (Can happen later but require a Brain of 8) How to join the cheerleaders You need to score at least five points in the physical test. Each point in Body will reward a point and each Energy spent will award an additionnal point. Since you cannot spend more than 4 energies, you must have a least 1 point in body. How to clean you Pc in computer class You require at least 8 Brain. If you have a least 7 perception or had Dave succesfully look at your logs previously, it will happen. If not, you have to convince him to help you. Evening Stories: Jimmy : Straight forward with 6 evenings total, final scene repeatable. Gain Body. Status: Complete Percy : Straight forward with 9 evenings total, final scene repeatable. Gain Brain, or loose all brain permanently. Status: Complete Ander : First evening, Gain Charisma. Following 3 nights require to spend a lot of your budget or skill checks reaching a difficulty of 12. During last night, you need a stats at 14 or Ander will die. Status: Complete. Dancing at the Nine Lives Club: 6 evenings total with multiple repeatable scenes. GainBody, Charisma and Budget. Open on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Status: Complete Ozawa: 6 evenings total. Satus: Complete, this path provide a volontary transformation with a stat bonus. Jade : 6 evenings total. Gain multiple possible stats and possibly Energy. Rose was planned as Jade replacement if the player made a specific choice, but for now, that choice will terminate the path. Status: Complete, Rose is Cut content Amanda Chan: 2 evenings only. This is a secret path unlocked by scoring 9 submissive points in the philosophy homework. (Answers giving the most points are : Nothing matches physical pleasure-Pain and pleasure are both good, damage to your mind and body is the bad part-Happiness is having a purpose), remain in the game as a curiosity. The questions where also intended to be used in the sex scenes, but it was too complex and time consuming. Status: CUT CONTENT Clark : 5 evenings total. Unlocked by talking to Dr Clark about your problems. For now you gain nothing but sexual experience. Status: Complete Marile : 6 evenings total. Unlocked by playing into Marile bullying and accepting her offer or one week later when she provide a sticky note with her number. Gain Some Brain but mostly Charisma and Budget. Status: Complete Endings: There are many overlapping elements among endings within the same category, so I estimate 6 "core" endings, each with numerous minor variations. Percy Endings: Follow Percy's path to its conclusion without accepting Henry's help. The default ending is straightforward, but six others require specific actions: Clean your PC at college and talk to the police, or tell Ozawa that Percy is suspect. This triggers the police to intervene during the final arc to stop Percy. Some endings require no stat checks, while others need a specific stat at 20 or higher. Normal Ending: Play through the game and attend the party. If you cleaned your PC at college and talked to the police, or told Ozawa that Percy is a suspect, the police will intervene during the final arc to stop Percy and wound him. Stat requirements: A minimum of 20 in a relevant stat is needed; otherwise, it’s 25. (No Brain option is available.) Breakdown: 1 Body ending, 2 Perception endings, 2 Charisma endings. If your stats are too low, you’ll default to another Percy ending. Test Subject Ending: Identical to the Normal Ending, but refuse to speak when questioned. No Party Endings: Very similar to the Normal Ending. You need a stat above 20 to survive. (No Charisma option is available.) There’s additional flavor text depending on whether you cooperate with the investigation. Hero Ending: Complete all three requirements in any order: 1: Clean your PC at college and talk to the police. 2: Tell Ozawa that Percy is a suspect. 3: Complete Ander’s story. Dumb Hero Ending: Complete all three requirements in any order: 1: Clean your PC at college, talk to the police, and then let Percy fry your brain. 2: Tell Ozawa that Percy is suspect. 3: Complete Ander’s story. That's it! If any clarification is required or I missed something, leave me a message!

After a lackluster meal, you settle in front of your PC, powering it up with a sigh. As you enter your credentials, you catch Cassia whispering to Gwen, their laughter hinting at some inside joke. You can only hope it’s not what you fear. <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Professor Miller shuffles in, instantly silencing the class. Peering over his thick glasses, he checks attendance through the login data on his monitor. With a throat-clearing "harrumph," he dives into today’s thrilling topic: PowerPoint. As he drones on about the history of this outdated technology, your eyelids grow heavy. His voice fades into a monotonous buzz, lulling you into a daze. Discreetly, you pull out your smartphone. Time to make this class worthwhile, even if it’s not what Professor Miller had in mind. [[Actually I'm tired, may as well rest|computer2][]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Look up something actually useful (Brain +1, Energy -1) |computer2][$intel to $intel+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Look up something actually useful (Brain +1, Energy -1)==<</if>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Play some games (Perception +1, Energy -1) |computer2][$perception to $perception+1, $energy to $energy-1]]<<else>>==Play some games (Perception +1, Energy -1)==<</if>>

"Are you trying to give me attitude? Please stay after class so we can discuss this," Miss Marile says, her tone sharp. <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You can't shake the feeling that she is deliberately baiting you. Thankfully, Percy is in your class; he might be able to back you up if things escalate. [[Ask Percy to stay after class with you. |thursdayMarilepercy2][]] [[Confront Marile alone|thursdayMarilemar2][]]

As the last student files out of the classroom, you find yourself standing with Percy before Miss Marile's desk. <img src="pic/marile2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You know," she begins, her voice a mixture of concern and authority, "I care deeply about my students. I strive to ensure they have bright futures ahead of them. But you, you've been arriving late, neglecting your studies, and you've even changed your gender seemingly overnight. It's clear you're facing difficulties in your personal life." She rise from her seat, leans forward, her eyes locked on yours. "That's why I want to offer you special tutoring outside of college. Not just in english, but in life skills as well. I already have enough grounds to have you expelled, and even if I didn't, you're aware of the influence I wield in this institution. However, I don't intend to pursue that course if you accept my help. We can face your challenges together." <img src="pic/marile4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A smile spreads across her face as she extends her hand. "What do you say? Will you accept my gracious offer of coaching, or will you force my hand?" You glance at Percy as he adjusts his glasses, preparing to share his thoughts. "You know, she isn't completely wrong," he says thoughtfully. "You might benefit from some life coaching, especially from someone of the same gender, if you catch my drift." You hadn’t expected your friend to side with Miss Marile. But then again, Percy has never had any issues with her; he doesn't really understand the complexities of her character like you do. You remain silent, carefully weighing her words. <<if $intel gte 3>>As you analyze the situation, you conclude that her threats are likely empty, and she's attempting to manipulate you into accepting her offer through manipulation tactics.<</if>> [[Refuse|thursdayMarile2n][]] [[Accept|thursdayMarile2a][$marile to 1]]

As the last student files out of the classroom, you find yourself standing alone before Miss Marile's desk. <img src="pic/marile2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You know," she begins, her voice a mixture of concern and authority, "I care deeply about my students. I strive to ensure they have bright futures ahead of them. But you, you've been arriving late, neglecting your studies, and you've even changed your gender seemingly overnight. It's clear you're facing difficulties in your personal life." She rise from her seat, leans forward, her eyes locked on yours. "That's why I want to offer you special tutoring outside of college. Not just in english, but in life skills as well. I already have enough grounds to have you expelled, and even if I didn't, you're aware of the influence I wield in this institution. However, I don't intend to pursue that course if you accept my help. We can face your challenges together." <img src="pic/marile4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A smile spreads across her face as she extends her hand. "What do you say? Will you accept my gracious offer of coaching, or will you force my hand?" You remain silent, carefully weighing her words. <<if $intel gte 2>>As you analyze the situation, you conclude that her threats are likely empty, and she's attempting to manipulate you into accepting her offer through manipulation tactics.<</if>> [[Refuse|thursdayMarile2n][]] [[Accept|thursdayMarile2a][$marile to 1]]

She seem very excited. "Excellent, here my number, I expect a call whenever you have the time" She hand you a paper. <<if $perception gte 2>>She clearly wrote this before the class even started. And that's not a number she use professionaly.<</if>> <img src="pic/marile4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Don't let me keep you, go to lunch and enjoy the day." Her tone is unusually caring and kind for the Marile you know. [[To lunch|thursdayl2][]]

"No? Just think it over," she replies, her smile masking a hint of frustration. "You'll come to realize I'm right. I'll give you some time to reconsider your answer." <img src="pic/marile1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> With that, you exit the classroom and make your way to lunch, the weight of her words lingering in your mind. [[To lunch|thursdayl2][]]

"hey, Hey, HEY!!!" <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You drifted off for a moment, a lapse that seems to be happening more frequently lately. Miller stands over you, irritation etched on his face as he points to your monitor. "Do you think this is appropriate?" You nearly leap out of your chair as your brain registers the pornographic images you had inadvertently been watching during class. The sight of a bimbo grabbing her tits with the caption "Smaller brain, bigger breasts" is particularly egregious. Behind you, Jade and Cassia are laughing. Jade, seated directly behind you, had her monitor in the way last time, but she did contortion her neck today—your embarrassment is palpable. <img src="pic/moreboobs.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The screens in the classroom are cheap and darken when viewed from an angle, making it difficult for the back row to catch more than a glimpse of what’s on display. Yet being caught like this is highly distressing. You shut everything down, but it’s too late to erase the evidence. "Look," Miller continues, his tone firm but not unkind. "What you did on your PC has been the talk among the technicians since last week. I understand you might not feel the need to pay attention and still ace the tests, but this is a learning institution. There are lines you shouldn't cross. I expect better from you moving forward, alright?" With that, Miller returns to the front of the room and resumes his presentation, leaving you with cold sweat trickling down your back. What’s going on with this computer? You don’t recall opening any of those tabs, much less searching for them. Maybe it’s time to consult the technician team for some answers. [[Go talk to a technician|technician][]] [[Just go home|endday][]]

You knock on the technician room door, hearing footsteps approaching from the other side. A man with small, wire-rimmed glasses opens the door, peering at you expectantly. <img src="pic/dave0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Yes?" he asks, his tone neutral but guarded. You carefully explain the issue: inappropriate material mysteriously appearing on your school computer without your intentional action. The technician listens politely, but his skeptical expression never wavers. His body language suggests he's heard similar explanations countless times before. "Look," he finally says, leaning against the doorframe, "I understand you're looking for an excuse, but we ran a comprehensive scan last week after the initial incident and found nothing suspicious." His voice carries a mixture of professional detachment and mild frustration. "Honestly, I think you should just be upfront about your behavior in class." The subtext is clear: he doesn't believe your story. The technician's dismissive attitude suggests he views your explanation as another attempt to avoid responsibility, a narrative he's encountered many times with students. [[Give up and go home|endday][]] <<if $charisma gte 4>>[[Convince him to give another look|anotherlook][]]<<else>>==Convince him to give another look==<</if>> <<if $corruption gte 20>>[[Convince him to give another look in exchange for a sexual bribe|anotherlooksex][$corruption to $corruption+10, $sex to $sex+1]]<<else>>==Convince him to give another look in exchange for a sexual bribe==<</if>> <<if $money gte 3>>[[Convince him to give another look in exchange for a bribe (Budget -3) |anotherlook][$money to $money-3]]<<else>>==Convince him to give another look in exchange for a bribe (Budget -3)==<</if>>

As you join Jimmy at the gym once again, a sense of anticipation builds within you, curious about the exercises awaiting you today. Your attention is drawn to a man using a leg press machine, his form clearly off as he pushes his entire body against the platform. Jimmy notices too, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Sometimes you get these guys who have no idea what they're doing," he says quietly. "But it's best not to correct them directly. Ever tried these machines? I'll show you—maybe he'll get the hint watching us." Jimmy settles into the leg press seat, positioning his feet shoulder-width apart on the platform. He grasps the handles and begins to press, his muscles visibly tensing with each controlled repetition. You take a seat at the adjacent machine, adjusting the weight before attempting to mimic his form. As you observe Jimmy's technique, you find yourself fixated on the contraction of his leg muscles and the engagement of his core. A sudden warmth washes over you, catching you off guard—you've barely started your workout. The man eventually glances over, noticing your pair using the machines correctly. Feigning the completion of his workout, he hastily retreats to the locker room. After several sets, your legs feel wobbly and fatigued. Jimmy nods approvingly. "I appreciate machines sometimes," he explains. "When used properly, they guide the movement. You can focus purely on the effort. Some require a bit more know-how, but you get the idea." He gestures towards another piece of equipment—a torso rotation machine. "Ever tried this one? Most people get it wrong," Jimmy says as he grasps the handles. "See, it's not meant to be lifted straight up. You need to rotate your upper body like this. It targets the obliques—give it a try." You step up to the machine, following Jimmy's instructions. As you perform the movement, you indeed feel the engagement along the sides of your abdomen rather than the central abs. Throughout your session, Jimmy guides you through all available machines at this gym, demonstrating proper form and explaining potential injuries from misuse. His depth of knowledge impresses you, leaving you wondering if he's always been this knowledgeable or if it's specific to the gym environment. <img src="pic/jimmy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Try most machines (Body +1)|jimmy1a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Try every single machines even if you are tired (Body +2, Energy -Body) |jimmy1a][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==Try every single machines even if you are tired (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

As you join Jimmy at the gym once again, you find him jumping rope and performing various tricks. “Wanna give it a try? You don’t need to do the flashy moves,” he offers. He hands you a rope so you can join in. “I really enjoy jumping rope; it keeps me quick on my feet and sharpens my coordination. Even when it gets boring after a while, pulling off new moves keeps it fun.” The exercise itself isn’t difficult; it’s just maintaining a high pace and executing the tricks that can be challenging. Jimmy teaches you some of his favorite moves until the workout starts to feel stale. <img src="pic/jimmy3.png" class="responsive-img"> “Elliptical next? I’m focusing on cardio today.” Once on the machine, you start discussing exercises. “The elliptical is fantastic for cardio and easy on the joints, especially the knees. It pairs well with other workouts. People who rely solely on this machine often have strong hearts but risk injury because it doesn't build bone density—just one of the downsides of such low-impact exercise.” As the conversation pauses, you notice that the elliptical is positioned just behind the treadmills, and a woman is running in front of Jimmy. You can’t help but see him eyeing her. A surge of anger and inexplicable resentment toward her wells up inside you. You glance around and point to the spin bikes. <img src="pic/jimmy4.gif" class="responsive-img"> “Those? You want to switch already? Sure, why not.” He sits next to you and continues chatting. “This is even easier on the joints, but it primarily targets the lower body. Unless you don’t rest on the seat—that’s an advanced technique.” You listen mildly, more preoccupied with why this woman makes you feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it’s her revealing outfit, but that doesn’t make sense; this is a gym after all. Whatever the reason, you decide to channel your frustration into your workout. <img src="pic/jimmy5.gif" class="responsive-img"> [[Don't set the resistance too high (Body +1) |jimmy2a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Set the resistance high and power through (Body +2, Energy -Body) |jimmy2a][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==Set the resistance high and power through (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w2d4e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w2d4e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w2d4e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w2d4e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <img src="pic/night.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<set $jimmyp to "jimmy"+$jimmy>> <<set $percyp to "percy"+$percy>> <<set $anderp to "ander"+$ander>> <<set $dancep to "dance"+$dance>> <<set $cassiap to "cassia"+$cassia>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa"+$ozawa>> <<set $marilep to "marile1">> <<set $jadep to "jade0">> <<set $chanp to "chan"+$chan>> <<set $clarkp to "clark1">> <<set $rubber = 0>>

He returns to his chair and pulls up the logs of your connection during class. "You see, this is the virus scan result—we found nothing. And here are your logs; we can see all your actions, from the moment you log in to when you close the session." <img src="pic/dave0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Lines of code fill the screen: files opening, URLs accessed—everything is meticulously recorded. "We can tell you opened the URL manually here. It was the same last week. We added that site to the blacklist, but this week it was a new website. Must be pretty niche to not appear on any list." You scrutinize every line, hoping to spot something unusual: a file activating on its own, an unexpected outside connection. But everything seems to be user-driven, apart from a technician's quick peek and flagging of the material as inappropriate for class. Thanks to the technician—named Dave, by the way—you're able to review the logs quickly, a process that could have taken hours otherwise. "The only thing I find strange," Dave continues, "is how you typed this URL. It's complex, and you just let the website slideshow play. Usually, people do searches using Google and get caught because indexed websites are almost all blacklisted." This observation is indeed peculiar and could be linked to your momentary lapses in reality and sudden unusual urges. It's best not to try explaining this to Dave and his smug expression; he already doubts your story. However, this could be useful information to consider later. [[Just go home|endday][$dave to 1]]

You make it abundantly clear that you can make it worth his while if he agrees to help you. He glances outide the room; the day is winding down, and most students and teachers have already left. It seems he could easily avoid doing his job for a little while longer. "That won't convince me of your innocence, but suit yourself," he says, gesturing for you to enter. Inside, you spot a couple of tables cluttered with PCs and scattered parts. Is work machine as two screens, one running an hero shooter on the lobby screen, while another display server informations. He locks the door behind you, signaling that it's time to get down to business. He moves behind you and kiss your neck while fondling your ass through your pant. His second hand lift your shirt and grab your breasts. He whisper softly in your ear. "Get under my desk slut." Leaving no place for bargening, he gently guide you down under the table. He then sit and start a new game. He put his headphone around his neck and crank the volume up so you can hear. "What are you waiting for? Oh, need one of those?" He slide open a drawer and provide a couple of preservative. Why would he keep those at the college? You can't believe this could happen too often. [[Use protection|anotherlooksex2][$rubber to 1,$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Do it raw|anotherlooksex2][$corruption to $corruption+10]]

You unzip his pants and get a glimpse of what you're working with. He's clean, but not even moderately hard yet. You kiss, lick, and massage his cock against your pretty face, teasing and coaxing it to life. It takes a lot of effort. <<if $rubber gte 1>>Finally, you can slide the cherry-flavored condom he provided over his length.<</if>> <img src="pic/dave2.png" class="responsive-img"> He seems to be enjoying himself, but you hope it won't be one of those sessions that drags on for 40 minutes. He's distracted, and you don't have the skill to make him cum while he's focused on his game. Your jaw will be sore if this goes on too long. "Let's switch it up," he finally says, dropping his controller. He pushes back his chair and moves away from the desk. "What are you doing? You're gonna respawn soon," he shout. He pulls you out from under the desk and makes you face the PC. He wants you to finish his match! Thankfully, the keys are next to the abilities, and the controls are casual. You do your best to join the fight and help your team. Meanwhile, you feel his hands undo your pants as his hard cock rubs against your ass. As soon as they are loose enough, he pulls them down while dropping to his knees. The technician buries his face between your legs, and damn, he's good. He brings you ever closer to orgasm while your gameplay gets proportionally worse. You're enjoying this way too much, considering you're the one doing the bribing here. When his tongue retreats and you feel his manhood slide up against your leg on it's way to fill your pussy, the only thing crossing your mind and lips is, "Yes!" <img src="pic/dave1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You're past your second orgasm when your mind starts to clear, and the game is about to end. You feel him tense up and hear him grunt. <<if $rubber == 0>>He pulls out at the last moment and uses your butt cheeks to massage himself while spraying his load all the way up your back.<</if>><<if $rubber == 1>>He push deep in your entrails and fill the red rubber with a massive load of baby batter.<</if>> <<if $perception lte 2>>Despite your best efforts, you lost the game.<</if>><<if $perception gt 2>>despite it all, you still managed to win the game.<</if>> It take a moment for you both to get your bearings and focus on what you came here for. [[Look at the data|anotherlook][]]

The night has grown late, and exhaustion weighs heavily upon you. As you contemplate sleep, you find yourself holding the bottle of pills, your gaze fixed on its label. Since taking the first dose, reality has seemed to shift in subtle, unsettling ways. You have memory hole, jump cuts in your days and observed physical changes. While you can't be entirely certain these pills are the cause, a nagging doubt persists. Perhaps it would be wise to discontinue their use and return to a more familiar remedy, like aspirin. <img src="pic/pill.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Never take another of those pills|sunday1z][]] [[Take the pill|sunday1z][]]

What should you do with this evening? <<set $return to "w2d4e">><<set $day = "w2d4dream">> Checking your message, you have one from Cassia with Jade number attached. It just says "I think she's into you" <<if $ozawa lte 0>> Another message from your friend: "We looked into your condition, the only lead we may have is the head scientist and research director at the local lab, some Ozawa guy. Here's his number, good luck."<</if>> You glance at the calendar and notice a significant milestone: a full week of free time is approaching. In four weeks, after the current week concludes, the current college session will conclude. <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> <<link "Get a shift at the Nine Lives Club" $dancep>> <</link>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

As you step into the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and disinfectant envelops you, a reminder of the hard work that takes place within these walls. After a quick detour to the changing room, you make your way back to the main workout area and spot Jimmy, who is focused on lifting weights. He looks up and greets you with a friendly wave. <img src="pic/jimmyx.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Hey! Want to give the dumbbells a try?” he asks, his enthusiasm infectious. “Why not?” you think, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Jimmy presents one of his weights to you. You know it’s too heavy for you, but something compels you to test your limits. He slowly lets you lift it, but it quickly becomes clear that it’s more than you can handle. “Just kidding! This one is probably as heavy as your entire body,” he laughs, lightening the mood. You’re surprised by his strength and suddenly aware of how much weaker you feel in this new body. Your old self would have been able to manage that weight, albeit with two hands. Determined not to be defeated, you grab a smaller dumbbell from the rack and attempt to curl it. Just as you start, Jimmy steps in front of you, raising a hand to stop you. “Hold on! You’re going to injure yourself if you lift like that. When lifting, focus on contracting those muscles here.” He points to your biceps. “Can you feel them? Good.” <img src="pic/jimmy1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He turns back to the rack, selecting a weight for himself. “I can see you’re struggling a bit. You could manage a few repetitions, but it’s best to start with something lighter. Warm up first, then gradually increase the weight. Only after that should you attempt heavier lifts.” Throughout your session, Jimmy acts like a personal trainer, guiding you through various techniques for lifting dumbbells correctly. His encouragement makes all the difference as he shares tips and tricks that help improve your form. As the workout progresses, fatigue begins to set in, and you're tempted to give up. But just when you're about to throw in the towel, Jimmy encourages you with an upbeat tone. “Come on! One last rep! You can do it; this is the most important one! Ok you did it, go again for a last one!” [[No you can't (Body +1)|jimmy0a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Push with all you have left (Body +2, Energy -Body) |jimmy0a][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==Push with all you have left (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

You glance at Percy's work—an intricate schematic sprawled across his desk. Without turning, he explains, "This is a prototype for an electrical stimulation device." The complexity of the design is staggering, blurring the lines between cutting-edge science and science fiction. You realize it would take multiple PhDs to fully grasp the concepts Percy is working with. Expressing your desire to spend time together, Percy responds, "I could use some help with calculations. We could quickly finish your homework, then focus on my prototype. You might even learn some advanced concepts." He gestures to a nearby chair, inviting you to join him in his world of electroceutical innovation. <img src="pic/percy1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Ask him what this thing is supposed to do|percy0aa][]] [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy0a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy0a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

Percy swiftly guides you through each problem, leading you to satisfying conclusions for all your homework. Despite the minimal age difference between you, you can't help but feel like a child being taught basic additions by a far more capable adult. Returning to his prototype, Percy designs elements and researches online while tasking you with solving complex equations. As the night wears on, his mental faculties begin to decline noticeably and you both call a quit. You realize that your assistance has significantly accelerated his progress, likely by a substantial margin. <<set $percyp to "percy1">> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>>

You dream of bimbos and sluts inviting you to debauchery, of men with foot-long manhoods. And a sweet voice tells you how much fun it would be to be a sex toy forever. <<if $corruption lte 40>>But you refuse, such orgies are bellow you. <img src="pic/orgy1.gif" class="responsive-img"><<else>><<if $corruption lte 70>>You hesitantly take the hand outstretched to welcome you into the orgy. <img src="pic/orgy2.gif" class="responsive-img"><<else>>You jump into the orgy, fucking, sucking and fondling everything that moves. <img src="pic/orgy3.gif" class="responsive-img"><</if>><</if>> [[Go to college|math2d5]] <<set $timer to $timer-1>>

The blueprint has advanced significantly with your contributions, though it remains incomplete. Percy, ever the mentor, helps you complete your homework, ensuring you can both focus intently on his ambitious prototype. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy1a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy1a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> <img src="pic/percy1.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Once again, you spend hours crunching complex calculations late into the night, the room illuminated by the soft glow of computer screens and scattered technical diagrams. Your collaborative effort has made progress, but the road ahead is long. Percy estimates at least four more intensive nights of work before the prototype approaches viability. <<set $percyp to "percy2">> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>>

The blueprint has advanced significantly with your contributions, though it remains incomplete. Percy, ever the mentor, helps you complete your homework, ensuring you can both focus intently on his ambitious prototype. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy2a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy2a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> [[Try to flirt|percy2aa][$corruption to $corruption+3]] <img src="pic/percy1.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Once again, you spend hours crunching complex calculations late into the night, the room illuminated by the soft glow of computer screens and scattered technical diagrams. Your collaborative effort has made progress, but the road ahead is long. Percy estimates at least three more intensive nights of work before the prototype approaches viability. <<set $percyp to "percy3">> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>>

Your attempt at flirting with Percy falls flat. "What are you doing? Focus on the task at hand. This is serious work," he replies, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. Despite your intentions, it’s clear that he isn't in the right mindset. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy2a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy2a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

The blueprint has advanced significantly with your contributions, though it remains incomplete. Percy, ever the mentor, helps you complete your homework, ensuring you can both focus intently on his ambitious prototype. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy3a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy3a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> [[Try to flirt|percy3aa][$corruption to $corruption+3]] <img src="pic/percy1.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Once again, you spend hours crunching complex calculations late into the night, the room illuminated by the soft glow of computer screens and scattered technical diagrams. Your collaborative effort has made progress, but the road ahead is long. Percy estimates at least two more intensive nights of work before the prototype approaches viability. <<set $percyp to "percy4">> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>>

Your attempt at flirting with Percy falls flat. "What are you doing? Focus on the task at hand. This is serious work," he replies, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. Despite your intentions, it’s clear that he isn't in the right mindset. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy3a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy3a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

The blueprint has advanced significantly with your contributions, though it remains incomplete. Percy, ever the mentor, helps you complete your homework, ensuring you can both focus intently on his ambitious prototype. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy4a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy4a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>> [[Try to flirt|percy4aa][$corruption to $corruption+3]] <img src="pic/percy1.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Once again, you spend hours immersed in complex calculations late into the night. The room is bathed in the soft glow of computer screens, with technical diagrams scattered across every available surface. Finally, a complete schematic materializes. Percy examines it closely and declares, "This should work." His eyes dart to the corner of the room where all the necessary materials are already gathered. Suddenly, Percy is practically bouncing with excitement. "What we've accomplished is incredible! I expected this to take so much longer. Thank you so much for your help. Now, the building phase will take a couple more hours, and then we can begin testing!" <<if $intel lt 10>>You may not fully understand the intricacies of how this device works, but you feel a sense of pride in having contributed to its creation.<</if>><<if $intel gte 10 and $intel lt 14>>You grasp the fundamental principles of this device: it employs a sophisticated combination of electric fields and microwaves to target highly specific regions beneath the skin with remarkable precision. While the full scope of its potential applications and inner workings may elude you, you appreciate the innovative approach it takes to interacting with the body's neural systems.<</if>><<if $intel gte 14>>You have a comprehensive understanding of this device's functionality and its potential risks. It utilizes a precise combination of electric fields and microwaves to target specific regions beneath the skin with unprecedented accuracy. However, this level of precision comes with significant dangers. While it's far more versatile and targeted than conventional electric stimulation therapy devices, it carries the risk of severe tissue damage if not handled with extreme caution. Misuse could result in thermal injury, effectively "cooking" or destroying flesh in the targeted areas. The prototype's power and precision make it comparable to wielding surgical instruments directly on nerve tissue. This analogy underscores both its potential for groundbreaking treatments and the critical need for careful, expert operation. You recognize that this device, while potentially revolutionary, demands the utmost care, rigorous safety protocols, and expert handling to prevent unintended harm. Its use should be approached with the same gravity and precaution as delicate neurosurgery.<</if>> [[Celebrate in an intimate way|percy4aaa][$corruption to $corruption+5]] <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy5">>

Your attempt at flirting with Percy falls flat. "What are you doing? Focus on the task at hand. This is serious work," he replies, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. Despite your intentions, it’s clear that he isn't in the right mindset. [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy4a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy4a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

You both manage to build the prototype, most part sare prebuild and need very little ajustement. I must have been pretty expensive, but apparently Ander is footing the bill. There's various ajustement and builds needing at least 4 arms, without you, Percy would have to be very creative to finish this anytime soon. But as a team, you put the final touch in the little hours of the morning. Percy would like to test immediatly but you are both drained mentaly and physicly, it wouldn't be safe to play with it right now. You fall asleep as soon as you fall into your bed. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy6">>

"Well," Percy begins, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm, "To put it simply, this device can activate specific neurons with unprecedented precision. Your typical device uses electricity entering and exiting at specific points in the brain or along a nerve. This, however, is far more targeted." He leans in, gesturing with his hands to illustrate. "By using overlapping electromagnetic fields, each individually weak, we create a strong focal point where they intersect. This means we don't have to stimulate an entire region of the brain—we can be surgical in our approach." Percy's voice grows more animated as he explains the potential applications. "We can stimulate neurons, reset synapses by causing controlled damage, or even destroy specific spots if needed. The idea actually came to me as a potential treatment for Jimmy's dad's brain cancer." His tone becomes more serious. "It's inoperable through conventional means, but this could allow us to precisely target and essentially 'fry' the cancer cells without opening his skull. We'd be cooking the cancer cells, which would produce some scar tissue in the brain, but it's a far better alternative than the current prognosis. Ander is already financing the parts." He looks at you expectantly, a mix of hope and determination in his eyes. "Want to help make this a reality?" [[Help him (Brain +1)|percy0a][$intel to $intel+1]] <<if $energy gte $intel>>[[And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain) |percy0a][$intel to $intel+2, $energy to $energy+1-$intel]]<<else>>==And try to understand (Brain +2, Energy -Brain)==<</if>>

You tell Percy you are so happy you could kiss him.His eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as he dares you. "Really? Then I dare you to do it." Your heart pounds as you lean in, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tender kiss. The touch of his lips sends shivers down your spine, and you melt into his embrace, the world fading away. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense, your tongues exploring and dancing with each other. Percy guides you to his bed, the soft sheets enveloping you as you settle on the mattress. Hands roam, fingers tracing the curves of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Clothes are discarded with a flurry, discarded and forgotten, until you are both naked, skin against skin. You find yourself in a 69 position, his body heat enveloping you. You reach for his cock, feeling its impressive length and thickness. But as you start, the sensation of his lips and tongue on your clit distracts you. Pleasure builds, and you can't focus on anything but the overwhelming sensation. Your hand moves mindlessly up his shaft, your body responding to his expert touches. Your orgasm hits hard, and you bite your lip to stifle a cry, your body shuddering with pleasure. As the fog of your climax clears, you realize Percy is still hard, his body tense with desire. You can't leave him like this. You shift, taking him fully into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down. <img src="pic/percy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You feel his body tighten, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His hesitation is clear, so you change to a more classic blowjob position and you redouble your efforts, taking him deeper, suctioning harder. Percy's hands tangle in your hair, guiding your rhythm. Finally, with a groan, you feel him release, his hot seed spurting into your mouth. You swallow, the taste of him making you shiver. Exhausted, Percy falls asleep almost immediately, his body relaxing. You can't help but smile as you gently clean yourself up, careful not to disturb him. You leave the room, your body still tingling from the encounter, and let him rest. <<link "Go to bed" $day>><<set $sex to $sex+1>><</link>><<set $percyp to "percy5">>

You find Percy in his room, meticulously organizing the prototype. It's an imposing structure—large and somewhat unwieldy, clearly not designed for portability in its current iteration. <img src="pic/machine.png" class="responsive-img"> "Perfect timing," Percy greets you. "We're ready to begin testing." He places a lifeless frog in the center of the apparatus. "We won't get much feedback from this subject, but it's ideal for testing voltage," he explains. Percy launches a rudimentary yet functional program on his computer. After inputting a few commands, you observe the frog's leg twitching involuntarily. "Contactless nerve stimulation—success," he announces. "But that was expected. Others have achieved this before. Now for the real challenge..." He retrieves a cool gel block from a nearby freezer, replacing the frog with this new test subject. "We're aiming for unprecedented precision," Percy elaborates. "See this? It's the marking agent the machine uses to detect activity. Obviously, there's no movement in an inanimate object, but we should observe changes when I activate the device." As he inputs commands, you watch a dynamic 3D rendering of the magnetic fields materialize on the screen. "They're stable, but not quite where they should be..." Percy mutters, adjusting the field positions until they form a perfect geometric pattern. He meticulously fine-tunes even the smallest discrepancies, eventually achieving a remarkable accuracy of 100 microns. "Calibration complete," he sighs with satisfaction. "If we move this setup, we'll need to recalibrate. I'll develop an automatic function for that later." With another command, a red zone appears on the screen. Percy manipulates it, creating intricate patterns with a slowly fading red line. "It works perfectly—just a 100-micron wide line of stimulation," he says, his excitement palpable. "Want to try it yourself?" He guides you through the basic commands—how to move the stimulation point in 3D space and activate or deactivate it. "Time for a human trial," Percy announces. "The voltage is set to produce only low stimulation, and the readings show no concerning hotspots. I'm going in." After injecting himself with the reagent, Percy carefully positions himself in the machine. He requests your assistance in securing his head, emphasizing the critical need for complete immobility. You return to the controls, prepared to stimulate random regions of his brain. Unable to move or speak, Percy communicates via keyboard: "I smell toast... It feels like running water on my arm... I just had flashes of light..." After you release him, Percy stretches his neck and reviews the results, his excitement evident. "This is perfect—even better than I anticipated. You've been an invaluable assistant," he beams. Then, with a mix of enthusiasm and curiosity, he asks, "Would you like to experience the machine yourself?" [[Yes of course|percy6a][$corruption to $corruption+100, $intel to -1000]] [[No|percy6aa][]] <<set $finalpercy to 1>>

Percy carefully injects you with another vial of reagent and secures your head within the apparatus. You signal your readiness via keyboard, and the experiment begins. As Percy stimulates various regions of your brain, you experience a cascade of peculiar sensations. Long-forgotten memories resurface unexpectedly, vivid and clear. The process is both fascinating and disorienting. Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of fatigue washes over you. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you decide to rest them for just a moment. ... .... ..... ...... <img src="pic/brainwash.gif" class="responsive-img"> Time seems to blur. You have a vague recollection of Percy helping you to bed, his voice a comforting murmur. You wish he had stayed to do the nasty with you, you're such a dumb bimbo after all. In your hazy state, a sense of security envelops you. Percy will take care of everything, as he always has. <<link "Just succumb to dream" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy11">>

"You sure he ask? It really something special" You bring up good arguments, this is a prototipe after all and if he want to risk human testing on himself, that's a thing but you don't feel as confident as him. He seems to accept this and you proceed to another round of testing before calling it a day. <<link "Go to sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy7">>

"Great news! I've made significant progress coding new functions for our device. We're getting closer to potentially treating Jimmy's dad's cancer. There are still some challenges with voltage control and managing hotspot drift when targeting cancer cells, but overall, the results are promising. <img src="pic/machine.png" class="responsive-img"> We need to continue refining our approach through extensive testing. Brain mapping is a crucial part of this process. Would you be interested in experiencing the machine firsthand? I assure you, I'll use only minimal stimulation settings for safety." [[Yes of course|percy6a][$corruption to $corruption+100, $intel to -1000]] [[No|percy6aa][]]

You find Percy engrossed in his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. The room is lit only by the soft glow of his computer screen, casting shadows across his focused face. You approach him, your voice soft as you bring up your concerns about the brain stimulation device. Percy looks up, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring gaze. "Don't you remember? I used the machine to treat your headaches. You were so grateful, you said you'd do anything I asked from now on." His words jog your memory, and you chastise yourself for the lapse. Of course, Percy's brilliance is undeniable, and you trust his judgment implicitly. When he suggests assisting him with a project, you follow him to his room without hesitation, eager to help in whatever way he deems appropriate. As he closes the door behind you, he leans in, his breath hot on your ear. "This project is to pound your pussy all night." You feel a thrill of excitement and submission. Percy pushes you gently onto the bed, his body covering yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hands roam each other's bodies, slowly undressing, the anticipation building with each piece of clothing discarded. Percy's fingers find your wetness, sliding easily into your folds. You gasp, your body arching against his touch. He waste no time, replacing his fingers with his massive cock, pushing his entire 10 inches into you. You whine, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming. He starts to plow you, his hips moving with a rhythmic intensity. Suddenly, he lifts one of your legs onto his elbow, giving him deeper access. <img src="pic/percy3.gif" class="responsive-img"> His other hand finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your orgasm hits hard, your mind shattering into a million pieces. Percy, unable to restrain himself any longer, releases his seed deep inside you. You feel his warmth fill you, your body still trembling with aftershocks. As your mind begins to clear, you realize that this is exactly what you exist for, to serve Percy's desires completely and without question, and yet... Lying beside him in his bed, lucidity return for a moment and you ask him what he did to you. "I made you cum." That's not what you meant, with uncontrolable anger and despair you accuse him of frying your brain and replacing it with nonsense. "But I would never do that" Percy sheepishly reply. You think you are seeing double, there's an evil genius and a kind hearted prodigy Percy next to you, and you are fighting to see them through the fog clouding your reason. You stumble toward the door, like another entity was strugling for control of the body. You are still naked but your instinct scream you are in danger. Then you feel a sharp pain, it's Percy injecting you another dose of the machine reagent. "I'm sorry, as with any prototypes, there's imperfections. You will be perfect this time." He hold you tight until you fall asleep, all you remember of this evening when going to bed is how you freaked out at Percy for cumming inside you, but it's alright, he gave you little pink pills to prevent pregrancy, what a smart and thoughtful man. <<link "Just succumb to dream" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy12">> <<set $corruption to $corruption+25>><<set $sex to $sex+1>>

After a quick shower, you slip into your regular clothes, feeling refreshed yet utterly exhausted. The familiar comfort of your outfit wraps around you like a warm embrace. As you head back to the apartment, the anticipation of sinking into your bed fills your mind. <img src="pic/jimmyshower1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Each step feels heavier than the last, but the thought of that cozy mattress beckons you. You can’t wait to lay down, close your eyes, and let the day’s fatigue wash over you. The moment you finally reach your door, you push it open with a sigh of relief, ready to unwind and recharge for tomorrow. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy1">>

After a quick shower, you slip into your regular clothes, feeling refreshed yet utterly exhausted. The familiar comfort of your outfit wraps around you like a warm embrace. As you head back to the apartment, the anticipation of sinking into your bed fills your mind. <img src="pic/jimmyshower2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach as you think about your workout with Jimmy. He really knows is way around the gym. Each step feels heavier than the last, but the thought of that cozy mattress beckons you. You can’t wait to lay down, close your eyes, and let the day’s fatigue wash over you. The moment you finally reach your door, you push it open with a sigh of relief, ready to unwind and recharge for tomorrow. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy2">>

As you join Jimmy at the gym once again, you find him holding a plank on two fitness balls. He smiles when he notices you but maintains his form until he begins to shake, reaching his breaking point. “Wanna join me? You can do the regular plank; I switched to the fitness ball variant because the regular one was getting too easy. With a bit of dedication, you’ll get there one day.” You assume the plank position, keeping your muscles contracted, but Jimmy shakes his head. “No, your hips are too high; you need to be straighter.” <img src="pic/jimmy6.png" class="responsive-img"> You lower your hips, and he asks for more adjustment. After another correction, he approves, but maintaining the position like this is difficult. “It’s much harder when your form is correct, right?” You try to hold on, but after a couple of minutes, you have to give up; it feels like your muscles are on fire. “Those are called isometric exercises. Basically, you don’t move during them—or at least try not to. Let’s try a low squat instead; you can do a chair pose if that’s easier.” He shows you a few exercises, some of which feel quite silly, like the Superman. “Women seem to enjoy these because they can be done anywhere at any time. You might have noticed that there’s an overlap with yoga and Pilates. Men often think these exercises aren’t for them; I believe it’s because they can’t brag about how much they lifted. However, everyone can benefit from including them in their workout routine." <img src="pic/jimmy7.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Jimmy teaches you a few more exercises, and while you're performing a glute bridge—lying on your back with shoulders and arms pressed against the floor, lifting your hips—a man stops in front of you and mockingly mimics thrusting motions with his hips. He thinks he's hilarious, but Jimmy is already on his feet and delivers a right hook directly to the prankster's face. The man rolls on the floor in pain. "What the fuck, man!" A crowd gathers quickly, and Jimmy looks panicked. "Sorry, I just lost control for a moment." The gym staff stares, bewildered. "You can't do that, Jimmy! The guy was out of line, but you need to lodge a complaint, and we'll ban him. You don't assault someone." "I know, I know," Jimmy stammers. "It's just—he did that to my friend, and I saw red. I don't know, I just lost it." The staff examines the man's injury. "For God's sake, you broke his nose. You're lucky we're friends, and I'm not pressing charges or calling the police. If he wants to take legal action, that's between you two." The staff member administers first aid, ensuring the injured man doesn't require further medical attention. "I don't want to do this Jimmy, but you're banned from the gym. If you want to return, you'll need to discuss it with the boss." Jimmy attempts to apologize for his sudden outburst, but the staff remains firm—what's done is done. The injured man declines an ambulance and sits stunned on a plastic chair near the entrance. As you leave, you pass by him, and he addresses Jimmy. "Look, bro, I won't press charges. Just, you know, cover part of the medical bill. Say, 500?" Jimmy reaches into his pocket. "I don't have cash on me. Would a check work?" "As long as it doesn't bounce." "The money will be in the account by tomorrow morning." "Alright." With this matter settled, you walk back in silence with Jimmy until he breaks it. "There's a vacant space beneath our apartment block. It used to be the trash room but was deemed unsafe for not meeting regulations. I'll try setting up a small gym there. It won't be as nice, but it could work until I resolve this situation. Hopefully, the landlord won't finds out." [[You're too tired for this, just go to bed (Body +1) |jimmy3a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Help him check out the location tonight (Body +2, Energy -Body) |jimmy3aa][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==Help him check out the location tonight (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>>

You lie down in bed, reflecting on the events of the night. Why did that jerk think it was funny to act like that? And why did Jimmy react so violently? You turn over, whispering to yourself how much the whole situation sucked. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy4">>

The vacant space was walled off to prevent intrusion, but a quick inspection reveals that the wall was hastily constructed, with ineffective cement between the bricks. It's evident that whoever did this work was aiming for bare minimum compliance with regulations, sparing every possible expense. In a corner far from the stairs, you assist Jimmy in removing part of the wall, revealing a completely empty room, save for a thick layer of dust. To your surprise, the lights are functional, and there are electrical outlets in the walls. "Perfect," Jimmy says. "Nobody comes here anyway. I'll start bringing equipment in slowly, beginning tomorrow. It's getting late now, though. We'd better head out before sunrise." <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy4">>

As you prepare to leave, you spot the woman again in the shower area. She smiles and wishes you a great evening as she exits. For some reason, you sense an undercurrent of mockery in her friendly tone and view her friendliness with suspicion. You don't like her, and you hope you won't have to see her again as you make your way home, eager to crawl into bed and put the day behind you. <img src="pic/jimmyshower3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy3">>

You join Jimmy in his makeshift gym, which is sparsely equipped—just a few weights, an iron bar, and a bench. You're uncertain why you've chosen to work out here instead of your regular gym, especially since Jimmy is the one banned, not you. Yet, before your workout has even begun, your heart is already racing. "Hey there! I know it's bare minimum, and the concrete is still dirty, but it's a start!" Jimmy says enthusiastically. You ask about potential exercises given the limited equipment. "Well, I've got a few ideas. Why don't you lie down on the bench first?" Once positioned, Jimmy holds down your feet with his knees and raises his hands. "Okay, you're going to do sit-ups. I want your elbows to touch my hands," he instructs. With each repetition, he brings his hands slightly back. Your faces are now so near that a small additionnal push could close the distance into a kiss. Inexplicably, you find yourself wanting exactly that. <img src="pic/jimmysitup.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> [[This is dumb, as if you could fall for him (Body +1) |jimmy4a][$body to $body+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[You're not falling for him, let just train all night (Body +2, Energy -Body) |jimmy4a][$body to $body+2, $energy to $energy+1-$body]]<<else>>==You're not falling for him, let just train all night (Body +2, Energy -Body)==<</if>> [[Kiss him|jimmy4aa][$body to $body+1]]

Percy once again asks you to join him in his room. You happily agree to join him for a mind bending romp until he send you back to your room or fall asleep. <<link "Just succumb to dream" $day>> <</link>><<set $percyp to "percy12">> <<set $corruption to $corruption+5>><<set $sex to $sex+1>> <img src="pic/percy4.jpg" class="responsive-img">

The improvised gym space might be minimal, but you manage to get in a solid workout, after completing your set of repetitions, it's Jimmy's turn. The concrete floor and sparse equipment don't diminish your determination to stay active. You follow up with various dumbbell movements and complementary exercises until you and Jimmy decide to call it a night, feeling the satisfying burn of a completed workout. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy4">>

You press your lips against Jimmy's in a quick, electric kiss, then swiftly continue your workout, feeling his hands slip away. He watches you, his gaze hungry. "That's good, but your movement is too fast," he murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire. You sit up again, playfully teasing him with another kiss, your bodies almost touching. "I didn't get a good look at your form," he whisper, "I'm not sure that one counted." This time, as you lean in for a kiss, Jimmy follows, his body covering yours in a missionary embrace. The bench is narrow and uncomfortable, but the friction between your bodies is electric. Jimmy's shirt is quickly discarded, revealing his chiseled abs. He grabs your legs, pulling them over his shoulders, and you grind against each other, the fabric of your clothes barely containing your need. <img src="pic/jimmykiss.png" class="responsive-img"> Jimmy groans, his body tensing. "Oh, I'm sorry, that doesn't usually happen. It's just, you're so hot," he rasps, his voice strained. You watch, amused and aroused, as he cleans himself with a towel. "Let's just start over, how about..." He pulls out a condom, his eyes never leaving yours. You help him, your touch sending shivers down his spine. "I'm gonna do sit-ups," he says, his voice husky, "and you grab two dumbbells and stand with one leg on each side of the bench. When you raise the weights, I want you to flex your knees." It takes a bit of practice, but soon you're both lost in the rhythm, fucking and doing dumbbell squats, the room filled with the sounds of your pleasure and exertion. It's both funny and incredibly hot. You try out a few more positions, each one more intense than the last, until Jimmy can't hold back any longer. "Do the back bridge," he growls, his hands strong and steady as he supports you. You arch your body backward, and he plunges into you, his thrusts deep and powerful, until he reaches his second release. <img src="pic/jimmysex1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Exhausted and sated, you both return to your rooms, your bodies still tingling with the aftershocks of your encounter.<<set $finaljimmy to 1>> <<link "Go to bed" $day>><<set $sex to $sex+1>><</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy5">>

You return to the hidden workout space, which has transformed since your first visit. The once-sparse room now boasts a collection of equipment, creating a more comprehensive training environment. This secret sanctuary—shared exclusively between you and Jimmy—becomes a personal fitness haven. Your workouts now encompass a diverse range of exercise types with a sexual twist to several of them like: <<set $finaljimmy to 1>> Bench press face sitting Blowjob push ups Squat fucking And many mores... <img src="pic/jimmysex2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Go to bed (Body +1)" $day>> <<set $body to $body+1>><</link>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy5">> <<if $energy gte $body>><<link "Put extra effort before going to bed (Body +2, Energy -Body)" $day>> <<set $body to $body+2>><<set $energy to $energy+1-$body>><<set $jimmyp to "jimmy5">><</link>><</if>><<set $sex to $sex+1>>

You catch Ander before he leaves and ask if you can join him. "Sure, nobody will mind," he shrugs. You walk with him for a couple of blocks until you reach a skatepark. It's not the most well-maintained one you've ever seen. There's even a group of people huddle around a barrel with a fire burning inside. <img src="pic/ander1.png" class="responsive-img"> Ander greets his friends with handshakes and shoulder bumps. As he does so, you notice some of them are carrying guns. "So Raven, who's your friend?" a tall guy asks. "Her? That's... Silver," Ander replies. You raise an eyebrow at the unexpected nickname, but it could've been worse. "Alright, have a nice time Silver. Raven and I have some business to discuss. Insiders only. See you later," the tall guy says. The group disappears into a rundown building, leaving you feeling abandoned. However, it doesn't take long before another group approaches you. "Silver, right? Any friend of Raven's is a friend of ours. I'm Foxy," a girl says, extending her hand. <img src="pic/foxy0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She gestures to a guy performing tricks on a skateboard. "That's my boyfriend." Foxy leans in closer, her voice lowering. "If you've got some cash, I could show you a wild night. No problems, just pure fun and adrenaline. Interested?" [[You feel like just chilling and go home (Charisma +1) |ander0a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] <<if $money gte 3>>[[Alright, here's the money (Charisma +2, Budget -3) |ander0aa][$charisma to $charisma+2, $money to $money-3]]<<else>>==Alright, here's the money (Charisma +2, Budget -3)==<</if>>

You had a long night, meeting plenty of new people. Most of them were dysfunctional or addicts, but that's their problem, and you have your own. Despite everything, it was fun nonetheless. Walking home, you notice a shadow moving in the alley. At first, you think it's a homeless person, but you soon realize it's Raven—no, Ander. He's bloodied and in rough shape. You ask him if he's okay. "Yeah, I may have overplayed my hand. Mind helping me walk to the apartment?" he replies, wincing. On the way home, he gives concise answers to your questions. "I borrowed money from a couple of people. My family provides a lot of cash flow, but they cut me off. It usually lasts a couple of weeks, maybe a month, and then I pay back with interest. But this time, it's for good if I don't put my life in order—whatever that means. Looks like I got a warning for taking my time repaying." You make it home, and you both inspect his injuries. Nothing's broken, but he's going to be black and blue for a while. Whoever did this, probably a group, wanted to maximize pain while limiting permanent damage. Before disappearing into your respective rooms, he leaves you with a warning: "Don't go back there. You came with me, so they could make you pay until I fix this." With this in mind, it takes a moment before you're at ease enough for sleep to claim you. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander1">>

Foxy and the gang lead you through a labyrinth of industrial warehouses. Rusted "Private Property" signs dot the landscape, but they mean nothing here. Foxy trespass in one of them with practiced nonchalance, her confidence infectious. A subtle vibration begins to pulse through the concrete beneath your feet—a heartbeat of anticipation. The stairs creak dangerously, metal groaning with each step. The sound grows—a distant thunderous rhythm that becomes clearer with each descent. You're entering something raw and unfiltered. At the entrance, a bearded sentinel stands with a crew of punk-styled guards. They're not just checking—they're curating. Foxy's word is their pass, and massive industrial doors swing open to reveal a subterranean world. <img src="pic/ander2.png" class="responsive-img"> Three floors below ground, an underground rave erupts in controlled chaos. Roughly 200 bodies move in a primal dance, the space transformed from an abandoned industrial shell into a sanctuary of unbridled expression. The DJ booth isn't just a platform—it's the beating heart of this renegade gathering. <img src="pic/ander3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Makeshift bars and drug stores line the edges, with participants bringing their own drugs, kegs and beer cases. No corporate sponsorship, no rules—just pure, unfiltered freedom. To break inhibition, Foxy propose you Poppers, MDMA or ectasy. [[No drugs, maybe a bit of alcool|ander0aaa][]] [[Let's have fun like no tomorrow!|ander0aaa][$corruption to $corruption+5]]

You call to inquire about available shifts, and indeed, table service is short-staffed. Upon arriving at the Nine Lives Club, you discover a comprehensive array of services – a mix of private, pay-per-hour rooms, including but not limited to karaoke, just a bedroom, or BDSM implements, plus a lively strip bar taking most of the first floor. <img src="pic/nine1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As instructed during the call, you present yourself at the bar and are escorted to a changing room in the staff-only area. The wardrobe is stocked with uniforms that, surprisingly, smell citrusy rather than musty. A bin for discarding worn clothes awaits cleaning. After changing in the mandatory mini-skirt and a top covering little more than your breasts, you return to the bar for further instructions. The bartender, an asian man who must be in his sixties, assigns a server to show you the ropes. <img src="pic/barman.jpg" class="responsive-img"> To your astonishment, Cassia is the closest to the bar. "What are you doing here?" you wonder, knowing she's well-off. "I'm thrilled you came for the job!" Cassia exclaims. "I'm helping out today because they're short-staffed, and I adore it here. Meeting new people is exhilarating." <img src="pic/nine3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She scrutinizes your appearance, then she suddenly lift your miniskirt before remarking with a slight pout, "You took the full package? No big clit? Well, if that's how you feel true to yourself." The barman glare at her so intensively it should have killed her, but she's a being so dense light bends around her. She only take it as a hint to get to the point. "Right the job! The main bouncer clock you in the moment you pass the door and out when you leave. Just make sure you say hi so he doesn't miss you or if you plan to stay a bit off the clock. The management is super generous and flexible, just don't try to cheat them, like ever." She shudder at the tought. "Today you just work the main floor, no VIP or private room. Just go around and bring whatever drinks they want. Don't let anyone get too drunk, Talk to patrons and make sure they have a great time, that's like, the central part of the job. They may buy you drink, you don't have to accept, or you can drink our fake liquor, just don't get sick. " She seem to think rally hard to find what she missed. "Oh one last thing, if someone get handsy, report him to the bouncer, there's a tag you can wear for that," Showing a "Best gurl" red pin on her mini-skirt "But you can't get one on the first day. And this isn't a restaurant, we don't do tables here, just don't fight over a customer, if anyone look lonely, go to them! And And, I don't know, this is easy, come back to me or the barman if you have questions. See you later aligator!" Well, she got entousiasm, even if her explanations are kinda scatherbrained. The job is indeed easy, you just have to be very sociable and go from tables to tables. Your first question to the barman is a group asking you to make some drinks for them. "Yeah sure, ask me how to do it, take a kit, and then do it. And if you mess everything up, make it fun." Your second question is tips. "You keep it" says the barman "Or split equally if you are several to serve the same customer. In fact, that's like, most of your pay." With an helpful staff and good vibes, it doesn't take long before you start enjoying the job. In fact, it's being paid to be helpful and talk to anyone and everyone you meet. <img src="pic/nine2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Do the work (Charisma +1) |dance0a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] <<if $energy gte $body>>[[Work hard to serve and talk to everyone you can (Charisma +2, Energy -Charisma) |dance0a][$charisma to $charisma+2, $energy to $energy+1-$charisma]]<</if>>

Foxy turns to you, her eyes reflecting the strobe lights. "Come," she says, "let's dance." The night is a blur, you may have drunk a bit too much. you remember people, dancing, some having sex, some men having fights and being beaten down by the punks if it goes too far, in short, pure anarchy. <img src="pic/ander4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As the night wanes, the vibrant energy begins to dissipate like smoke. The once-packed underground sanctuary gradually empties, leaving behind a skeletal crowd of die-hard revelers. The dance floor—once a living, breathing organism—now fragments into isolated pockets of movement. <img src="pic/ander5.png" class="responsive-img"> Mediocre DJs take over the decks, their amateur mixes a stark contrast to the earlier virtuosos who have long since departed. Each track feels like a desperate attempt to resurrect the night's earlier magic—a futile battle against the approaching dawn. [[Time to leave|ander0a][]]

You catch Ander before he leaves and ask if you can join him. "What do you want? I can handdle myself, it's safer for you if you don't hang with me." [[Insist|ander1a][$charisma to $charisma+0]] <<link "Ok sorry to bother you!" $return>> <<set $finalander to 1>><</link>>

As the evening winds down, you mention to the bartender that the club isn't quite what you expected. He chuckles knowingly. "Yeah, most places go for over-the-top display of sex and not much else. But do you know how many men are desperate for kindness or a sympathetic ear? If they confide in their wives, they risk ridicule or having it used against them. It happens all too often. Here, we offer everything men can't find outside these doors: a good sexy time, booze and meaningful conversations. You might feel like an unlicensed therapist at times, and maybe we are, in a way. But with mental health support being so inaccessible these days, that's precisely why we're so successful. Just... Don't betray anyone trust ok?" You ponder this intriguing philosophy as closing time approaches. It's been an eye-opening experience, but now it's time to head home for a well-deserved night's sleep. <<link "Go to bed (Budget +Charisma)" $day>><<set $money to $money+$charisma>><<set $corruption to $corruption+$charisma>><</link>><<set $dancep to "dance1">>

You return for a new shift at the Nine Lives Club, and the same bartender greets you warmly. "We're impressed with your performance so far. Would you be interested in working here more frequently? Also, I can offer you a pin if you'd like. Did Cassia explain their purpose? It's not for everyone, but the option is available." You glance around the room. Cassia isn't present this time, but you notice a worker with a pin sitting on the lap of a patron, his hand up her mini-skirt and rubbing her wet underwear slowly. You can't help but think that such attention must generate substantial tips, but it is indeed not something all women could accept from a stranger. [[Nah, I'll go without a pin|dance1a][$pin to 0]] <<if $corruption gte 40>>[[Sure, hand over a pin|dance1a][$pin to 1]]<</if>>

This shift flows more smoothly than your first; you're finding your rhythm in this surprisingly straightforward job. You lend an ear to a lonely man, offering comfort as he shares his troubles. Your empathy seems to lighten his burden. A boisterous group challenges you to craft increasingly complex cocktails<<if $pin gte 1>> while they distract you by groping you ass <img src="pic/nine4.gif" class="responsive-img"><</if>> You rise to the occasion, until an particularly outlandish request finally stumps you. Everyone shares a hearty laugh, and you offer that last concoction on the house – a small gesture given their generous tab. You engage a couple, becoming a captive audience for their shared memories of sexual adventures<<if $pin gte 1>> while the wife playfully pinch your nipples and give mild slap to your breats <img src="pic/nine5.gif" class="responsive-img"><</if>> Though you wonder why they'd confide in a stranger, their appreciation for your attentiveness is palpable. A patron requests a private dance, asking you to fetch a performer. <<if $pin gte 1>>You ask him he want someone specific or if you can accomodate him, he gives you a wide smile and ask if you would be so kind. You start by displaying your assets and then sitting on his lap, grinding your ass againts his pant bump. You have your chest slide on his body all the way. For these few moments, he appear to be in heaven.<</if>> Another customer insists on buying drinks in pairs, so you can imbibe alongside him. <<if $pin gte 1>>Sitting on opposite side of the table, you feel his feet sliding againts your crotch. <</if>>His demeanor is initially creepy and jugemental, but as the alcohol flows, conversation becomes more tolerable. Your inhibitions lowered, you find yourself offering frank opinions on his views. Remarkably, the "miracle of holy alcohol" seems to prompt some self-reflection on his part. Before things get too hazy, you discreetly switch to mock cocktails, a subterfuge his inebriated state fails to detect. As the night winds down, you're pleasantly buzzed and surprised to find that being attentive to patrons – both men and the occasional women – can be genuinely rewarding work. <<if $pin gte 1>>Before you depart, the bartender makes an intriguing proposition. "Have you considered becoming a performer?" he asks. "You've demonstrated remarkable aptitude for this line of work. We could offer you professional dance training—fully paid formation before you show on the big stage." <<link "Sure, I'm going to sign up and then wish you a good night (Charisma +2, Budget +charisma*2)" $day>><<set $charisma to $charisma+2>><<set $dancep to "dance2">><<set $money to $money+$charisma+$charisma>><<set $corruption to $corruption+$charisma+$charisma>><</link>> <<link "No thanks, I'm just going to go to bed, have a good night (Charisma +2, Budget +charisma*2)" $day>><<set $charisma to $charisma+2>><<set $money to $money+$charisma+$charisma>><<set $corruption to $corruption+$charisma+$charisma>><</link>> <</if>><<if $pin lte 0>><<link "Go to bed (Charisma +1, Budget +Charisma)" $day>><<set $charisma to $charisma+1>><<set $money to $money+$charisma>><<set $corruption to $corruption+$charisma>><</link>><<set $dancep to "dance1">><</if>>

You're led to a small, spartan room equipped with only a pole, mats, mirrors, and a boombox. A blueheaded woman in her fifties awaits you. <img src="pic/ursula1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Edward introduces her, "This is my wife, Ursula. She rarely performs in public, but she's the most talented dancer you'll ever encounter." <img src="pic/barman.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Oh, Edward, we both know that's an exaggeration," Ursula responds with a warm smile. She turns to you, "You must be our new recruit?" "Indeed," Edward confirms. "She's charismatic and shows great promise. I'll leave you two to it – can't be away from the bar for too long." As Edward departs, Ursula scrutinizes you carefully. "This lesson is complimentary, but as such – it will be intensive, not the diluted one hour-long sessions you'd find in commercial studios. Our goal is to prepare you for the real stage with a single session. If deemed ready, we will meet again as I am also stage manager." She hands you a small container of cream-like substance. "Most clubs are content with eye candy unable to properly move, but we have higher standards. You won't reach circus-level skill overnight, but you'll far surpass any would-be stripper. First, this is grip aid – you'll need it." Next, she provides knee and wrist protectors. "These are essential for tonight. Extended sessions risk injury without proper protection. We'll remove the wrist guards to restore mobility once I'm confident you won't fall." As you prepare, Ursula gracefully grasps the pole and performs a simple walk around it. "Many assume flexibility and strength are paramount, but that's a misconception," she explains. "While beneficial, proper technique allows anyone to execute moves by following the flow. Only the most advanced moves and stylistic variations will require feats of athletism. Your attitude and choreography are the true essentials. Now, try to replicate my walk." <img src="pic/ursula3.png" class="responsive-img"> You attempt it, but Ursula shakes her head. "Observe my muscles. I'm not circling the pole; I'm walking straight, letting the pole guide me. It's a crucial distinction. Visualize a world where everything orbits the pole. Try again." <img src="pic/ursula4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Ursula proves to be a demanding yet effective instructor. She methodically teaches each spin, from the basic step-around to the elbow grip, including the knee spin. Then she progresses to tricks, starting with a simple climb and advancing to gravity-defying poses like the Yogini. It seems impossible that a body could remain airborne with only an armpit and side touching the pole, yet she makes it look effortless. <img src="pic/ursula5.png" class="responsive-img"> During your rest periods, she demonstrates choreographies and ground moves, sharing ideas to nurture your creativity for future practice since she doesn't have time to have you practice your artistic moves. <img src="pic/ursula2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As the class nears its end, she showcases moves she deems you're not yet ready for, particularly balance-focused techniques that border on gymnastics. Her stamina is remarkable. Though grueling, it's astonishing how much you've absorbed in just a few hours. <img src="pic/ursula6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Ursula calls a taxi for you. You're so exhausted that the driver has to wake you upon reaching your apartment. <<link "Go to bed (Body +3)" $day>><<set $body to $body+3>><</link>><<set $dancep to "dance3">>

The anticipation builds—this is your moment to shine. They've invited you to dance, and it's time to prove your rigorous training wasn't in vain. You survey the array of stripper outfits before you, each one a carefully crafted ensemble of allure and mystery, designed with layers that promise many a tantalizing reveal. With a steadying breath, you step onto the stage, your platform heels resonating with each deliberate stride. The main performance area boasts three gleaming poles: a central one flanked by two others, all awaiting your solo debut performance. The sea of faces before you is a mixed tableau: some wear expressions of genuine curiosity, others betray skepticism, while a few seem distracted, their attention yet to be captured. A thrill runs through you—this is your chance to transform their indifference into awe, to show them just how extraordinary you can be. The lights dim, the music swells, and as the spotlight finds you, you prepare to weave grace and sensuality. Tonight, you'll leave no doubt in anyone minds, you belong on this stage. [[Start the dance|dance3a][$actions to $body, $interest to 0, $tips to 0, $strip2 to 2]] <img src="pic/strip99.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Stamina remaining: $actions Layers of clothes remaining: $strip2 Interested patrons: $interest Tips received: $tips <<if $strip2 gte 1>>[[Strip (Reset Stamina)|dance3a][$actions to $body, $strip2 to $strip2-1]]<</if>><<if $strip2 lte 0 and $actions lte 0>>[[End the dance|dance3aa][$money to $money+$tips, $energy to $energy-1, $corruption to $corruption+$tips]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>>[[Shake the goods (Interest +1, Stamina -1)|dance3a][$interest to $interest + 1, $actions to $actions-1]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 3>>[[Do a spin (Interest +3, Stamina -3)|dance3a][$interest to $interest + 3, $actions to $actions-3]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 5>>[[Do a trick (Interest +5, Stamina -5)|dance3a][$interest to $interest + 5, $actions to $actions-5]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 8>>[[Pull an epic move (Interest +8, Stamina -8)|dance3a][$interest to $interest + 8, $actions to $actions-8]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>><<if $interest gte 1>><<if $interest gte $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance3a][$tips to $tips+$charisma, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to $interest-$charisma]]<</if>><<if $interest lt $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance3a][$tips to $tips+$interest, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to 0]]<</if>><</if>><</if>> [img["pic/"+"strip"+$strip+".jpg"]]<<set $strip to $strip+1 >><<if $strip gte 10>><<set $strip to 0 >><</if>>

"Bravo, Madame. You're a natural-born artist," Ursula says as you return behind the curtain. You grab a towel to wipe away the excess perspiration from your face and body while the manager sends a group of three girls onto the stage and checks her roster. Before you can reach the changing room, Ursula stops you. "My dear, it seems you've caught the eye of one of our clients." You furrow your brow, uncertain of the implications. "This is entirely optional, of course. But if you're interested, you could discuss booking a by-the-hour private room with him." This sound awfully like prostitution. "Dear god no, it's not what you think. The client rent a room and as the referee, you get a cut. What ever happen between you and the client in this room is between you two. We won't even force you to join him." She smile. "But of course, we offer refunds to unsatisfied clients, so there's no point in doing this. Also we have an internal rating system. A worker leaving her client unsatisfied too often will be removed from circulation, same of a client who claim unsatisfaction too often. We are not easily fooled by those playing games. Did I mention this man is highly rated?" Legally, it is indeed a grey area. <<link "I'm too tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><<set $dancep to "dance4">><</link>> <<if $energy gte 1>><<if $corruption gte 60>>[[I will speak with this man|dance3aaa][]]<</if>><</if>>

The man as graying hair, he must be in his 40s, you find him at a table close to the scene. He raise from his chair and kiss your hand before asking him to join him and ask what you would like to drink. The client presenting as John, ask a couple of questions, like how you like it here and for how long your worked at the Nine Lives, but this is mostly politeness before he makes his offer. "I'm not a complicated man, I just want you to to use your beautiful mouth to get me hard, then I want to use mine to make you all wet and slick, maybe have you cum if I still have it in me, then finish with a missionnary or a doggystyle." He pulls out is money. "What say you? Shall we rent a room?" <<link "I'm sorry but I'm tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><<set $dancep to "dance4">><</link>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Of course, this seems delightful (Budget +Charisma+Sex, Energy -1) |dance3aaaa][$energy to $energy-1, $money to $money+$charisma+$sex, $sex to $sex+1, $dancep to "dance5"]]<</if>>

The room was immaculately pristine, with surfaces gleaming and an air of meticulous organization. The mattress, surprisingly comfortable, beckoned with its plush softness and inviting appearance. One could effortlessly surrender to slumber in this serene space, had relaxation been the primary objective. Preservative where freely available, and toys and alcool could be bought. <img src="pic/dancesex.gif" class="responsive-img"> Everything unfolded as the client requested in the meeting, to his great satisfaction. Is it weird to feel pride went a man choose you among all the other girls? It doesn't matter, you can return home to the familiar embrace of your own bed now.<<set $finaldance to 1>> <<link "Go to sleep" $day>><<set $dancep to "dance5">><<set $corruption to $corruption+10>><</link>>

The anticipation builds—this is your moment to shine. They've invited you to dance once again. You select your stripper outfits and music for this dance and wait for your turn. With a steadying breath, you step onto the stage, your platform heels resonating with each sway of your hips. The sea of faces before you is a mixed tableau: some wear expressions of genuine curiosity, others betray skepticism, while a few seem distracted, their attention yet to be captured. A thrill runs through you—this is your chance to transform their indifference into awe, to show them just how extraordinary you can be. The lights dim, the music swells, and as the spotlight finds you, you begin your choreography. It's show time [[Start the dance|dance4a][$actions to $body, $interest to 0, $tips to 0, $strip2 to 2]]

Stamina remaining: $actions Layers of clothes remaining: $strip2 Interested patrons: $interest Tips received: $tips <<if $strip2 gte 1>>[[Strip (Reset Stamina)|dance4a][$actions to $body, $strip2 to $strip2-1]]<</if>><<if $strip2 lte 0 and $actions lte 0>>[[End the dance|dance4aa][$money to $money+$tips, $energy to $energy-1, $corruption to $corruption+$tips]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>>[[Shake the goods (Interest +1, Stamina -1)|dance4a][$interest to $interest + 1, $actions to $actions-1]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 3>>[[Do a spin (Interest +3, Stamina -3)|dance4a][$interest to $interest + 3, $actions to $actions-3]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 5>>[[Do a trick (Interest +5, Stamina -5)|dance4a][$interest to $interest + 5, $actions to $actions-5]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 8>>[[Pull an epic move (Interest +8, Stamina -8)|dance4a][$interest to $interest + 8, $actions to $actions-8]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>><<if $interest gte 1>><<if $interest gte $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance4a][$tips to $tips+$charisma, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to $interest-$charisma]]<</if>><<if $interest lt $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance4a][$tips to $tips+$interest, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to 0]]<</if>><</if>><</if>> [img["pic/"+"strip"+$strip+".jpg"]]<<set $strip to $strip+1 >><<if $strip gte 10>><<set $strip to 0 >><</if>>

"Good, everyone loved it" Ursula says as you return behind the curtain. You grab a towel to wipe away the excess perspiration from your face and body while the manager sends replacement onto the stage and checks her roster. Before you can reach the changing room, Ursula stops you. "My dear, it seems you've caught the eye of one of our clients yet again. Would you be inrested in a meeting?" <<link "I'm too tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><<set $dancep to "dance4">><</link>> <<if $corruption gte 60>><<if $energy gte 1>>[[I will speak with this man|dance4aaa][]]<</if>><</if>>

You find the middle aged man at a table close to the scene. He says he's grateful you accepted his invitation and ask what you would like to drink. The client presenting as John, ask a couple of questions, like how you like it here and for how long your worked at the Nine Lives, but this is mostly politeness before he makes his offer. A very classic vanilla intercourse, if you accept, he shall rent a room. <<link "I'm sorry but I'm tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><<set $dancep to "dance4">><</link>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Of course, this seems delightful (Budget +Charisma+Sex, Energy -1) |dance3aaaa][$energy to $energy-1, $money to $money+$charisma+$sex, $sex to $sex+1, $dancep to "dance5"]]<</if>>

When you call for a new shift, you learn that you have been promoted to a senior girl. While this new role does not come with an immediate pay increase, it offers you greater priority and increased flexibility in selecting your shifts. [[Plan your work|dance6][$dancep to "dance6"]]

What would you like to do this evening? [[Work the floor without a pin|dance6n][]] [[Work the floor with a pin|dance6y][$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Dance on stage|dance6d][$actions to $body, $interest to 0, $tips to 0, $strip2 to 2]]

You serve customer and meet many new faces, making sure they have a greet time. <<link "Go to bed (Budget +Charisma)" $day>><<set $money to $money+$charisma>><</link>>

You serve customer and meet many new faces, making sure they have a greet time. And if you have to go by the number of handsthat played with your body, they most certainly have. <<link "Go to bed (Budget +Charisma*2)" $day>><<set $money to $money+$charisma+charisma>><</link>>

Stamina remaining: $actions Layers of clothes remaining: $strip2 Interested patrons: $interest Tips received: $tips <<if $strip2 gte 1>>[[Strip (Reset Stamina)|dance6d][$actions to $body, $strip2 to $strip2-1]]<</if>><<if $strip2 lte 0 and $actions lte 0>>[[End the dance|dance6aa][$money to $money+$tips, $energy to $energy-1, $corruption to $corruption+$tips]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>>[[Shake the goods (Interest +1, Stamina -1)|dance6d][$interest to $interest + 1, $actions to $actions-1]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 3>>[[Do a spin (Interest +3, Stamina -3)|dance6d][$interest to $interest + 3, $actions to $actions-3]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 5>>[[Do a trick (Interest +5, Stamina -5)|dance6d][$interest to $interest + 5, $actions to $actions-5]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 8>>[[Pull an epic move (Interest +8, Stamina -8)|dance6d][$interest to $interest + 8, $actions to $actions-8]]<</if>> <<if $actions gte 1>><<if $interest gte 1>><<if $interest gte $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance6d][$tips to $tips+$charisma, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to $interest-$charisma]]<</if>><<if $interest lt $charisma>>[[Dance close (1 point action using charisma to turn interest into tips)|dance6d][$tips to $tips+$interest, $actions to $actions-1, $interest to 0]]<</if>><</if>><</if>> [img["pic/"+"strip"+$strip+".jpg"]]<<set $strip to $strip+1 >><<if $strip gte 10>><<set $strip to 0 >><</if>>

"Everyone loved it" Ursula says as you return behind the curtain. You grab a towel to wipe away the excess perspiration from your face and body while the manager sends replacement onto the stage and checks her roster. Before you can reach the changing room, Ursula stops you. "My dear, it seems you've caught the eye of one of our clients yet again. Would you be inrested in a meeting?" <<link "I'm too tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><</link>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[I will speak with this man|dance6aaa][]]<</if>>

You find the man at a table close to the scene. He says he's grateful you accepted his invitation and ask what you would like to drink. The client presenting as John, ask a couple of questions, like how you like it here and for how long your worked at the Nine Lives, but this is mostly politeness before he makes his offer. If you accept, he shall rent a room. <<link "I'm sorry but I'm tired, I'm going to my bed" $day>><</link>> <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Of course, this seems delightful (Budget +Charisma+Sex, Energy -1) |dance6aaaa][$energy to $energy-1, $money to $money+$charisma+$sex, $sex to $sex+1]]<</if>>

The room was immaculately pristine as usual. Everything unfolded as the client requested in the meeting, to his great satisfaction. Is it weird to feel pride went a man choose you among all the other girls? It doesn't matter, you can return home to the familiar embrace of your own bed now. <<link "Go to sleep" $day>><<set $finaldance to 1>><<set $corruption to $corruption+10>><</link>> <img src="pic/dancesex.gif" class="responsive-img">

You play a couple of games, this is getting boring, maybe a new game would stimulate you more. <<link "Go to bed (Perception +1)" $day>><<set $perception to $perception+1>> <</link>> <<if $money gte $perception>><<link "Buy more games (Perception +2, Budget -Perception)" $day>> <<set $perception to $perception+2>><<set $money to $money+1-$perception>><</link>><</if>>

You take a deep breath an make the call, and a raspy voice answers. "Dr. Ozawa speaking. Who is this?" You explain how you obtained his number, introduce yourself, and describe your situation. "This has nothing to do with Umbra Genix Laboratories. We don't conduct human testing, especially on unaware patients." You clarify that you're not accusing him of anything, merely seeking his help. Initially reluctant, he eventually relents. "Fine. I'll send someone to collect a blood sample for analysis in my lab. You'll need to provide full consent and agree to a list of conditions. This will be a standard contract fully protecting us, as it won't go through our legal department. If that's acceptable, tell me where to find you, and someone will be there in 2 to 3 hours." When the male nurse arrives, he presents you with a stack of documents, requesting your signature on several pages. He then draws your blood and departs without much conversation, seemingly unaware of the significance of this procedure and simply carrying out his assigned task. <img src="pic/nurse.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Hopefully, this will bring results" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa1">><</link>>

"Dr. Ozawa speaking," the raspy voice on the phone says. You inquire about an update on your case. "It's a bit early for preliminary results, but I may have underestimated the complexity of your situation," Dr. Ozawa replies. "I'll need more comprehensive samples—hair, living tissues, saliva—the whole array. If you're amenable, I'll send someone to collect what I need and run some additional tests." You realize you have little choice; Dr. Ozawa is the only one helping you understand what happened. When the male nurse enters your room, he wastes no time and begins examining you with meticulous care. The list of samples he needs to collect is extensive, and the battery of tests even more so. <img src="pic/nurse.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Whenever you ask him about his thoughts on your condition, he politely deflects, stating he's not at liberty to discuss anything related to your health. He does, however, compliment you on your apartment. After several hours, he finally prepares to leave. "Have a good night," he says, pausing at the door. "Dr. Ozawa is a busy man. Keep in touch with him if you want your case to progress." <<link "He seems to take you seriously now" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa2">><</link>>

"Dr. Ozawa speaking," the raspy voice on the phone says. You inquire about his progress. "Ah, yes. About that," he begins, his tone cautious. "The lab results aren't fully in yet, but we need more from you. Your condition appears far more complex than anticipated. We'd like you to come to the lab for a full-body magnetic resonance scan. Say the word, and I'll send a taxi. My team will stay overtime this evening." Given the urgency, you agree. Upon arrival at the lab, you notice the facility is enclosed by a fence with a guarded gate. After verifying your identity, you're escorted to the entrance where an assistant greets you. They guide you to a changing area, providing you with standard blue hospital attire. You're then led to the MRI room, where a small team awaits. <img src="pic/nurse.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The assistant explains the procedure: they'll administer an injection, after which you'll need to remain perfectly still while the machine works. They emphasize that multiple scans will be necessary to image your entire body, but your only job is to stay calm, breathe normally, and follow their instructions. The process is lengthy, spanning at least two hours. Despite your hope to see Dr. Ozawa, you're informed that his presence isn't required for this procedure—he's a busy man, after all. Returning home, you're surprised by how exhausted you feel from simply lying motionless. As you prepare for bed, a nagging thought crosses your mind: <<link "how many more tests could they possibly require?" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa3">><</link>>

"Dr. Ozawa speaking," the raspy voice on the phone says once again. You inquire about his progress. "Ah yes, please come to the lab so I can present my findings." This time, the assistant leads you to Dr. Ozawa's office, where a pile of papers awaits. "Welcome, please take a seat," the old asian man with the left half of his body covered in scars gestures toward an empty chair. <img src="pic/ozawa.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Dr. Ozawa begins his explanation, his tone grave. "Your genetic code appears to have been partially replaced, activating process that would happen in the shaping of a female body. Moreover, your cells are undergoing rapid cycles of death and regeneration, even affecting your bone mass." He continues, "Normally, genetic alterations in fully grown individuals have limited effects. However, due to your body's accelerated cellular turnover, mutation has become possible." "The good news is your life isn't in immediate danger. The process is remarkably efficient, producing new stem cells to repair damage. We've also observed significant genetic repair materials, though its origin appear to be external to the body." Dr. Ozawa's brow furrows. "This is clearly intentional. Someone sequenced your genetic code and modified specific parts—achievable with current technology. What puzzles me is the cycle of bodily reconstruction." "Given your condition, this process likely began at least two months ago. After a 60 to 90-day latent period, you should have experienced symptoms like headaches and subtle changes, culminating in a rapid final phase as remaining previous structures died off." He pauses, his expression somber.<<if $brain lte -1>> "As for your brain, it shows serious, targeted damage, you may never be able to think properly again. We're unsure of the cause."<</if>><<if $brain gte 0>> "As for your brain, it shows unusual deviation to the classic model, you are likely more vulnerable to suggestion. We're unsure of the cause, but it's likely genetic."<</if>> Dr. Ozawa sighs. "My team and I are at a loss for a cure. However, we have ideas for DNA modifications that could set us on the right path. If you're willing, we could test some experimental serums. They weren't intended for human trials, but given your situation, it might be worth the risk." [[Mention Ander and Percy as potential suspects|ozawa3a][$conspiracy to 1]] [[Nothing come to mind|ozawa3a][]]

<<if $conspiracy == 1>> "Interesting, I will send investigators." <<set $conspiracy to 2>> <</if>>Dr. Ozawa reaches into a nearby cabinet and retrieves a small case. Opening it carefully, he reveals several vials containing liquids of varying colors. "These serums," he explains, his tone a mix of caution and scientific curiosity, "have been engineered to target genes controlling human height. If we observe any changes in your stature after administration, it would confirm that we've discovered an effective delivery method for genetic modifications in your unique condition." He lifts one vial, examining it closely. "Each of these contains a slightly different formulation. Some might increase height, others decrease it." Dr. Ozawa's eyes meet yours, his gaze intense. "I must emphasize that this is highly experimental. We're venturing into uncharted territory here. The effects could be temporary, permanent, or lead to unforeseen consequences. However, given the unprecedented nature of your condition, this might be our best chance at understanding and potentially reversing what's happened to you." He sets the vial down and leans back in his chair. "The choice, of course, is entirely yours. We can proceed with these tests, or not. What are your thoughts?" [[Ask to be shorter|ozawa3aa][$ozawap to "ozawa4"]] [[Ask to be taller|ozawa3aaa][$ozawap to "ozawa4"]] [[Refuse|ozawa3aaaa][$ozawap to "ozawa3a"]]

Dr. Ozawa carefully extracts a syringe from a sterile package. With practiced precision, he draws a measured amount of the serum from one of the vials. "May I have your arm, please?" he asks, his tone professional yet tinged with a hint of anticipation. You extend your arm, and he swabs the injection site with an antiseptic. With a quick, almost painless motion, he administers the serum into your muscle. After withdrawing the needle, he applies a small bandage to prevent any bleeding. "It is done," Dr. Ozawa says, disposing of the used syringe in a biohazard container. "Have a good night's sleep and keep me informed of any changes. You have my number." As you make your way home, your mind races with possibilities. What effects will the serum have? Will you feel different? Look different? Little do you know, over the next week, you're about to experience a gradual but noticeable decrease in height, losing several inches. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa4">><</link>>

Dr. Ozawa carefully extracts a syringe from a sterile package. With practiced precision, he draws a measured amount of the serum from one of the vials. "May I have your arm, please?" he asks, his tone professional yet tinged with a hint of anticipation. You extend your arm, and he swabs the injection site with an antiseptic. With a quick, almost painless motion, he administers the serum into your muscle. After withdrawing the needle, he applies a small bandage to prevent any bleeding. "It is done," Dr. Ozawa says, disposing of the used syringe in a biohazard container. "Have a good night's sleep and keep me informed of any changes. You have my number." As you make your way home, your mind races with possibilities. What effects will the serum have? Will you feel different? Look different? Little do you know, over the next week, you're about to experience a gradual but noticeable growth in height, gaining several inches. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa4">><</link>>

"I understand your hesitation," Dr. Ozawa says, his expression a mix of disappointment and respect. He carefully returns the vials to their case. "Your caution is commendable, especially given the experimental nature of this treatment." He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled. "Rest assured, my team will continue working to find alternative solutions. However, I must be candid—progress may be slow given the unprecedented nature of your condition. We're navigating uncharted scientific territory here." Dr. Ozawa stands, signaling the end of your meeting. "I won't keep you any longer. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you notice any changes or if you reconsider our proposal." As you make your way home, your mind races with possibilities. What effects would the serum have had? Could it have been the key to regaining control over your life? The weight of your decision sits heavily on your shoulders, a mix of relief at avoiding potential risks and nagging doubt about passing up a possible solution. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa3a">><</link>>

"Dr. Ozawa speaking," the raspy voice on the phone says once again. You describe the changes you've observed. "Excellent," he replies, a hint of excitement in his tone. "This confirms our delivery method is effective. While developing a comprehensive solution will take time, we now have a promising lead to work with." His voice becomes more serious, "Please continue to monitor any additional changes closely and report them to me. Your cooperation is invaluable in this process. We're navigating uncharted territory here, but I assure you we're making progress." "I'll be sending someone to collect samples and conduct tests, have a nice evening." <<link "Spend the evening doing tests and go to bed" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa5">><</link>> [[Ask for special transformations|ozawa4a][$ozawap to "ozawa6"]]

"What do you mean by that?" Dr. Ozawa asks, his voice a mixture of curiosity and caution. You elaborate, mentioning a few options that have been on your mind: wings, horns, tails, ears - features that once seemed impossible but now feel tantalizingly within reach. There's a pregnant pause on the line. When Dr. Ozawa speaks again, his tone is measured, balancing scientific intrigue with professional responsibility. "You understand this is highly experimental and would be done entirely at your own risk, correct?" he says slowly. "And yet... I can't ignore the potential wealth of data such modifications could provide." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Look, I'll entertain your request, but I must emphasize: if anything goes wrong, the responsibility falls squarely on you." Another pause, shorter this time. You can almost hear the gears turning in his mind. "Complete the standard tests tonight," he finally says. "I'll see what I can prepare. But remember, we're venturing into uncharted territory here." His final words carry the weight of both warning and possibility: "Do the tests tonight, I'll see what I can do."<<set $finalozawa to 1>> <<link "Spend the evening doing tests and go to bed" $day>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><</link>>

"Dr. Ozawa speaking," the raspy voice on the phone says once again. You describe the changes you've observed. "Alright," he replies. His voice becomes more serious, "Please continue to monitor any additional changes closely and report them to me. Your cooperation is invaluable in this process. We're navigating uncharted territory here, but I assure you we're making progress." <<link "This was pointless" $return>> <<set $ozawap to "ozawa5">><</link>> [[Ask for special transformations|ozawa4a][$ozawap to "ozawa6"]]

<<if $bonusozawa == 0>>"Dr. Ozawa speaking," comes the familiar raspy voice through the phone. You share the changes you've observed and ask about progress on his experiments. "Ah, yes," Dr. Ozawa responds, his voice blending scientific intrigue with measured caution. "I've been reviewing data from our prior tests and have developed several options. Unfortunately, they conflict with one another, so you can only choose one. Allow me to explain." "I've created a Feline Senses Solution, derived from cats. It will significantly enhance your perception. Your eyes will reflect light in the dark, and other feline traits may emerge like a sleeker physique or a purr reflex." <img src="pic/catgirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Next, there's a Bovine Strength Solution, sourced from cattle. It will greatly boost your physical strength, making your muscles more pronounced. Other bovine characteristics, such as larger mammaries or potential lactation, may also appear." <img src="pic/cowgirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "I've also developed a Rabbit Pheromone Solution, inspired by small mammals. It will amplify your persuasive abilities. Expect longer legs and possibly slightly elongated or pointed ears—though hopefully not too pronounced." <img src="pic/rabbitgirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Finally, there's a Dolphin Intellect Solution, drawn from our marine friends. It will unlock unique neural pathways, sharply increasing cognitive ability. Your skin will become smoother, and you may notice reduced or absence of body hair or even increased lung capacity." <img src="pic/fishgirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You may notice none of these focus solely on appearance. There are ethical concerns with experimental enhancements for non-therapeutic purposes. Additionally, I can't predict the extent of physical changes—say, aiming for sleek horns could result in ones so large they’d break your neck. I hope one of these options will suits your needs." <<link "Select the Feline Senses" ozawa6a>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><<set $bonusozawa to 1>><<set $perception to $perception+5>><</link>> <<link "Select the Bovine Strength" ozawa6a>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><<set $bonusozawa to 1>><<set $body to $body+5>><</link>> <<link "Select the Rabbit Pheromone" ozawa6a>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><<set $bonusozawa to 1>><<set $charisma to $charisma+5>><</link>> <<link "Select the Dolphin Intellect" ozawa6a>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><<set $bonusozawa to 1>><<set $intel to $intel+5>><</link>> <<link "There's nothing interesting you" $return>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><</link>> <<else>> <<link "There's nothing more Ozawa can do for you." $return>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><</link>><</if>>

Jade is a stranger, but Cassia claims she likes you. Against better judgment, you decide to call her. "Yeah, who's this?" You explain that Cassia gave you her number, and out of boredom, you thought you'd reach out. "Wait, the girl who used to be a guy and watches hypno in class? Why would she—nevermind. I'm seeing a movie, that superhero film with the woman lead." When you discover she's going alone, you impulsively offer to join. You meet Jade at the entrance. She sits on a bench, absorbed in her phone, a large popcorn next to her. <img src="pic/jade0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> In the theater, Jade chooses center seats, she offer you some popcorn and put the basket between you two. Throughout the film, an uncomfortable silence hangs between you, only broken with excuses when your hands brush up when trying to take some salty treats at the same time. The movie itself is unremarkable—neither impressive nor terrible. <img src="pic/supergirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As the credits roll, Jade finally breaks the silence, ready to share her unfiltered thoughts. "You know what really grinds my gears? Producers skimping on budgets for female superhero movies," Jade exclaims, her hands animatedly punctuating each point. "It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. Of course these films won't attract audiences if you give them shoestring budgets and B-team writers!" Her eyes flash with intensity as she continues, "And why would a superhero with godlike powers give a damn about what ordinary people think? They're not even in the same league! Who in their right mind would critique someone who could snap them like a twig? I'm not about to call a living weapon a jackass to their face—I'm not suicidal!" You listen attentively, offering your thoughts without confrontation. It's clear Jade has a lot to unpack on this topic. "It's absurd to force a narrative where an all-powerful woman is somehow oppressed by mere mortals. Not everything needs to push a political agenda. Sometimes, watching an awesome woman kick butt should just be mindless fun and a power fantasy." [[Agree with her (Brain +1) |jade0a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Be neutral (Charisma +1) |jade0a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Disagree with her (Perception +1) |jade0a][$perception to $perception+1]]

This time, you call Jade with more confidence. After your first meeting, it seemed she didn’t hate the experience. She arrives to pick you up in her Mustang. "Fasten your seatbelt," she says with a grin as you slide into the passenger seat. Curious about her plans for the day, you ask, "So, what do you have in mind?" "This," she replies with a playful smirk as she starts driving. <img src="pic/jade3.png" class="responsive-img"> She head toward the outskirt,, "So, do you like cars? What about driving?" [[I like cars (Brain +1) |jade1a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[I don't really care about them (Charisma +1) |jade1a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Why can't we all use trams? (Perception +1) |jade1a][$perception to $perception+1]]

Jade smile, "You're more fun then Cassia you know? I've tried talking with her but one day I just figured out she doesn't understand a word I was saying. I just can't anymore." She glances at her watch. "Anyway, I should go tackle my homework. Let's do something different next time, yeah?" And with that, she walks to her car, a red Ford Mustang. "Should I drop you off?" <img src="pic/jade1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Go home" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade1">><</link>>

Jade's voice carries a hint of nostalgia as she begins, "When I was young, I'd steal my brother's Hot Wheels to play with them." <img src="pic/jade4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She guides the car out of town, onto unfamiliar roads. "I had a sister too. Whenever we had girls over for play, my mom would call for my brother, the other girls, and then me before dinner" she continues, her tone a mix of amusement and old pain. The car drifts smoothly through a downhill curve. "It's such a cliché, but she already knew something was different about me." On a straight stretch, she accelerates, the engine's purr intensifying. "There was this girl I really liked. We'd talk for hours," Jade reminisces, her voice softening. She skillfully navigates an uphill drift. "When I discovered... adult things, she was always the one I pictured. That's how I knew." The car weaves through a series of tight turns. "When I told her how I felt, she didn't respond. We just... drifted apart." <img src="pic/jade5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> On a long straight, the engine roars to life. "I won't live through that again. That's why I'll be clear: I don't plan on just being friends." She slows approaching another curve. "I like you, and I know you used to be a guy. You're kind of an experiment for me." Drifting down the curve, she heads back toward the city. "So if you call me again, it's going to be for a real date." As she navigates the outskirts back into town, you process her words. "You don't have to say anything now. I'm just straightforward about setting boundaries in my relationships." She parks in front of your apartment. "Goodnight, sweety," Jade says, her tone both tender and resolute. <img src="pic/jade6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade2">><</link>>

You call Jade again, it’s official: it’s a date. She picks you up and drives to a park that stands out from others you’ve visited. Even at night, it’s well-lit, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere, though the evening is still young and the sun as yet to set. <img src="pic/jade7.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As you hike together, Jade shares her passion for the outdoors and nature. You eventually reach a bluff that offers a stunning view of the park below, the city skyline in the distance, and the vibrant colors of the sunset painting the sky. “What do you think of my little spot?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. [[It's.. Nice... Taking back my...Breath (Body +1) |jade2a][$body to $body+1]] [[As stunning as you are (Charisma +1) |jade2a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Pretty sure we are not the only one coming here (Perception +1) |jade2a][$perception to $perception+1]]

As the sun dips below the horizon, Jade leans back, her posture relaxing. <img src="pic/sunset.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "I come here to disconnect when life gets overwhelming. It's the perfect escape," she muses. Darkness falls, transforming the city into a grid of distant lights. The park's illumination comes to life - large lamps over the trails and smaller ones nestled in the trees, creating an enchanting ambiance. "Oh, I wonder if there are rehearsals tonight," Jade says suddenly. She offers her hand, helping you up, and leads you to another part of the park where a small, Roman-style open-air theater stands empty. "Sometimes amateur groups rehearse here. I'd have loved to show you a performance," she says, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But the sky is clear tonight. Let me show you something else." Jade guides you to a hilltop with minimal light pollution. There, you find a telescope and a small open-air observatory for visitors. <img src="pic/nightsky.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You spend time observing stars together. Jade demonstrates a surprising knowledge of astronomy, though she admits to knowing little about astrology and not caring about your sign. As the night grows late, you decide to head back to the car. On your way, you encounter three visibly intoxicated men. <img src="pic/3boys.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hey girlies," the first one slurs. "Better be careful, walking alone at night," adds the second. "Maybe that's what they're after," the third one leers. Frustrated by the interruption to her evening, Jade responds with matching rudeness. "How about you guys go fuck yourselves and leave us be?" "Whoa, feisty. You looking for a fight, miss tomboy?" The first man approaches Jade, grabbing her collar. "She's probably the top," another jeers. "Don't touch me," Jade warns. "Or what?" he retorts. In a flash, Jade pulls a brass knuckle from her pocket and delivers a punch to his upper torso, sending him tumbling to the ground. <img src="pic/punching.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Or that. I tried to be nice, but I'm not in the mood. Come on, sweety." She grabs your hand, leading you around the stunned group as they tend to their fallen comrade. Safe in the car, Jade laughs, mimicking a deep voice: "Me macho man, me strong, me intimidate woman, me look cool... Bang, on his ass." Noticing your concerned expression, she reassures you, "Aw, don't make that face. It's fine. Like three guys are going to report a girl punched one of them? They'd be laughed at. Let me drive you home." And so, your eventful evening comes to a close, leaving you with much to process about your date with Jade. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade3">><</link>>

After your last date, Jade brings you to a charming café/gay bar called The Garden. <img src="pic/cafe.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The space is vibrant, adorned with colorful décor and hanging flowers that infuse the air with a pleasant fragrance. You settle at a cozy table for two near the window. Jade smiles, her eyes twinkling. "This is my not-so-secret garden! Okay, that pun was terrible. It's where I come to meet people. Used to date within the community, but not so much anymore." She raises her hands, preemptively. "I know, I won't dwell on exes. It's just... the community has evolved. When I first came out, we were like one big family. Now, it seems we're constantly arguing about politics. Everyone's so quick to judge every word you say. There are still wonderful people I want to stay connected with, but I'm looking for someone who won't have a meltdown over every new headline. Someone like you." She leans in, her tone both playful and probing. "You're not some sort of overzealous activist, are you?" [[I just try to defend truth and justice (Brain +1) |jade3a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[No of course not (Charisma +1) |jade3a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Are you sure this is the right place for this discution? (Perception +1) |jade3a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Actually I am (Perception +1) |jade3d][$perception to $perception+1]]

"Then perhaps I misjudged you," Jade says, her posture stiffening as she rises from her chair. The evening ends abruptly, an unexpected chill settling between you as she drives you home in silence. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade999">><</link>>

"Still trying to antagonize your community, I see," interrupts the waitress. <img src="pic/rose.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Rose, you work here now? How have you been?" Jade asks, surprised. "I was good, until I found a TERF at one of my tables," Rose retorts coldly. Jade sighs, "I'm not a TERF. Passiflora, aka Arno, isn't trans. He wear a breast prosthetic, has a dick, and don't even take estrogen. I refused to sleep with him for those reasons. He only ever crossdress in gay bars, he's not like that in his regular life!" "She have the right to self-identify. You're just a bigot who doesn't respect her pronouns or fluid gender identity," Rose counters. Jade gestures towards you, exasperated. "Look, my date here is trans. How could I be a TERF?" As Rose launches into a convoluted argument about how not sleeping with someone is tantamount to genocide, Jade gently leads you out of the café. Once outside, Jade shakes her head. "I won't be coming back here while she's employed. People like her are why I distanced myself from the community. It only takes one or two in a room to ruin everyone's fun." She unlocks her car, a determined look on her face. "You know what? Let's go bowling instead." The bowling alley Jade chose exudes a soft punk aesthetic, and you can see why she's drawn to this place. You've barely walked in when she's already greeting two guys at the bar. She gets shoes for both of you and approaches them. <img src="pic/bowling.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hey, what are you two doing here?" Jade asks cheerfully. One of them chuckles. "Taking a break between games. What does it look like?" "Looks like you're free for the next round. This is Steve, and this is Marc. And this is my friend," Jade introduces you. "Alright, let's just play for fun," Steve suggests. Despite being tipsy, these guys are league players, both scoring well over 200. After a particularly good frame, Steve and Marc share a congratulatory kiss. Suddenly, a douchebag at a nearby lane imitates the sound of throwing up. "Get a room, faggots," his girlfriend chimes in. Steve and Marc try to ignore them, but that's not Jade's style. "You never kissed your girl in public?" Jade challenges the heckler. "Yeah, and?" he retorts. "Then you're guilty of the same thing." "Nah, it's only disgusting when two men do it," he smirks. "Just let it go," Marc urges. "No, he's got to apologize," Jade insists. "And how are you going to make that happen?" the douchebag sneers. "What kind of car do you drive?" Jade asks. "Huh? A BMW." "I drive a Mustang. Wanna race? I win, you apologize. You win, I'll admit gay men kissing is gross." "The stakes are small. Make it a 5000 too, and I'm in." "Sure. Let me make a call so the streets are clear and the crowd's ready. We'll have time for another game." "Your boyfriends into underground racing or something?" "Something like that," Jade says cryptically. The second game isn't very exciting; everyone's anticipating the race. Marc and Steve have no interest in participating; they'll just wait at the finish line. <img src="pic/douchecar.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Wait at the finish lane|jade3f][]] [[Get in the car with Jade|jade3e][]]

There is no answer. <<link "This was pointless" $return>> <</link>>

Withing sight of the finish line, the douchebag is behind but manages to pass first by passing Jade inside curve but he's going too fast to correct for the second. The BMW flies over a ditch, spinning into a field and leaving deep furrows. Miraculously, it doesn't roll. The Mustang cross the finish lane and stop with a drift. Jade exits her car triumphantly to the applause of the crowd, joining Marc and Steve. Onlookers point to the BMW, stranded in the field about 400 meters from the finish line. "Want them to come over here for your apology?" Jade asks, a hint of smugness in her voice. "We never cared about that," Marc replies, shaking his head. The bookmaker approaches, transferring money to Jade as the referee follows close behind. "Congratulations, you're still one of the best. If you want to join the after-party, you know where we'll be," he says with a thumbs up. "Thanks, but I'm drained after street battles. You'd better move the party soon," Jade warns. "Oh? Why's that?" "Because I'm not walking up there for an apology and I want the police here before the tow truck." He chuckles. "That's cold, but I'm sure his dad will bail him out." Turning to the crowd, he announces, "Moving the party to the usual spot! Police will be here soon!" <img src="pic/carparty.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The area clears out within minutes, and Jade opts to drive you home. "Sleep tight, sweety," she says as you exit her car. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade4">><</link>>

The douchebag's girlfriend rides with him, so you join Jade in her Mustang. You arrive at a secluded road where a large crowd has gathered, surrounded by impressive cars. Jade steps out to greet familiar faces - a referee and a bookmaker. They pore over a map of the region, marked with notes about police and side roads. "Follow this route, take this turn and then this one, and the finish line is here," the referee explains. "My team is blocking the road, so you can't miss them." The bookmaker collects the wagers. With everything set, both cars roll to the starting line. A flag babe takes her position, engines roar, and the race begins. <img src="pic/flaggirl.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The BMW takes an early lead but slows at the first curve. Jade drifts around, seizing the advantage. The BMW stays close, attempting to block Jade's path. In a reckless move, the other car makes contact, nearly forcing the Mustang off-road. <img src="pic/jade8.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Asshole," Jade spits as the BMW reclaims the lead. They race aggressively through tight curves, the BMW braking to cut off the Mustang. On the straight, the BMW accelerates. The intersection comes into view, marked by a group of cars. The BMW brakes for the sharp turn, but Jade doesn't. She skillfully passes, drifting ahead and startling onlookers. <img src="pic/jade9.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The mountain road turns to gravel, where Jade fearlessly kicks up dust and stones. Her opponent keeps a respectful distance, wary of the difficult conditions. Back on asphalt, the BMW battles for the lead on every straight, but Jade blocks relentlessly. With two curves left and the finish line in sight, the douchebag has one chance - maintain speed through the turns. [[Finish lane|jade3f][]]

After the intensity of the last date, Jade opts for a more intimate evening. She invites you to her apartment for a relaxed night of music, wine, and cooking a late dinner together. Her flat is tastefully decorated and immaculately kept. The walls feature framed images of women with classic cars - a nod to her passion for automobiles, but presented with an artistic flair that elevates them beyond mere garage pin-ups. The sound of "Born to Be Wild" fills the air, setting a lively yet comfortable atmosphere. <img src="pic/pinup.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Jade uncorks a bottle of wine, pouring generous glasses for both of you. The rich aroma of the wine mingles with the rock music, creating an inviting ambiance. "So, what kind of things would you like to cook?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. [[Dessert (Perception +1)|jade4a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Light snacks (Body +1) |jade4a][$body to $body+1]] [[Let's just get creative (Brain +1) |jade4a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[A real meal (Energy +4) |jade4a][$energy to $energy+4]]

As you discuss potential recipes, Jade moves closer in her kitchen. Her playlist shifts to softer rock ballads, the music creating an intimate backdrop. The warm glow of the kitchen lights casts a soft, inviting hue over her face as she leans in, her breath softly brushing against your cheek. "I think I have everything we're gonna need," she murmurs, pulling out ingredients. Your hands occasionally brush as you chop and prepare, creating small moments of electric tension. Each touch sends a jolt through your body, making your skin tingle with anticipation. The wine loosens conversation. Jade shares stories about her various high jinx, her voice animated and filled with laughter. You learn about her passion for cars, music, food, her complicated relationship with her community, her dreams. Each word she speaks draws you closer, captivated by her vibrant energy and the depth in her eyes. When dinner's ready, you sit close on her small dining couch. The food is delicious - a perfect blend of her culinary skill and your collaborative effort. The rich aroma fills the air, mingling with the lingering scent of her perfume, a heady mix that makes your senses reel. "Not bad for a first cooking date," she says, her hand finding yours. "You have some on the corner of your mouth." Her thumb gently brushes against your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. <img src="pic/yuri1.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> The moment feels charged. Her eyes, warm and inviting, drift to your lips. She leans in slowly, giving you space to pull away if you want, kissing the corner of your lips. But you remain still and then you turn toward her, your lips grazing hers. The kiss is soft at first, then deeper. Gentle but confident - quintessentially Jade. Her tongue teases yours, exploring every corner of your mouth with a hunger that matches your own. <img src="pic/yuri2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Slowly, Jade climbs over you, her body pressing against yours as you gently kiss with Jade laying on top of you. You feel her studs harden as they brush against your skin, each touch a promise of more. You hug each other's legs with your hips, cuddling tightly, your breath mingling as you savor the closeness. Then Jade takes a bit of distance, her eyes glinting with mischief as she playfully strips for you. Each piece of clothing she removes reveals more of her flawless skin, driving you wild with desire. <img src="pic/yuri3.png" class="responsive-img"> She returns to undress you while kissing every part of your body, her lips and hands igniting a fire within you. Once you are both naked, she adds a little roughness by biting gently on your nipples before moving down, her teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. <img src="pic/yuri4.gif" class="responsive-img"> <img src="pic/yuri5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Jade kneels beside the couch, her hands gripping your thighs as she leans in to kiss the hood of your clit. "I wanted to taste you ever since our first date," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. And so she uses her tongue and fingers to lick and masturbate you in ways only another woman would know. She explores every inch of you, her skillful touch bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. You beg for more, your body writhing beneath her expert ministrations. But Jade has other plans. She spreads her legs across the couch and positions her lower lips in reach of your lips. With a mix of what you know you like and what she did for you, you repay the pleasure she gave you as she rocks her hips over your face. The taste of her, the feel of her, the rhythm of her movements - it's all too much, yet not enough. You lose yourself in the sensation, your world narrowing down to the pleasure coursing through you both. Once satisfied, she cuddles against you and resumes your kissing session, tasting a bit of your own cunt in her mouth. A taste soon replaced by alcohol as the tenderness fades in favor of food and wine once again. The evening ends with laughter and shared stories, the air thick with the promise of more to come. <img src="pic/yuri6.gif" class="responsive-img"> That night, you can't help but smile like an idiot and feel refreshed as you go to bed, the memory of her touch and the taste of her lips lingering on your skin. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade5">><<set $sex to $sex+1>><</link>><<set $finaljade to 1>>

You spend a nice evening with Jade and end up doing 69 at her place, sharing all the pleasure and love two women can produce. You can't help but feel happy and energized each time you see her. <<link "Go to bed (Energy +4)" $day>> <<set $jadep to "jade5">><<set $finaljade to 1>><<set $sex to $sex+1>><<set $energy to $energy+4>><</link>> <img src="pic/yuri7.gif" class="responsive-img">

You call Amanda to accept her offer. "Wonderful, I'll pick you up," she replies. Shortly after, a sleek black Lamborghini pulls up in front of the apartment. You wonder how a teacher can afford such a vehicle, suspecting the mysterious Master she mentioned might be involved. As you slide into the luxurious sports car, Amanda navigates through the city to an upscale neighborhood. She stops before an imposing villa, presses an intercom button, and states, "Amanda Chan." The gates swing open silently. She guides the car past a garage housing several high-end vehicles before leading you into the opulent mansion. "My Master is quite occupied," Amanda explains. "He'll send someone to escort us when he's ready. Would you care for a refreshment while we wait?" [[Nothing or just water|chan0a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Beer|chan0a][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|chan0a][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Strong alcool|chan0a][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

Amanda settles into a plush armchair across from you in the opulent salon and put her hand on her choker, she undo a locking mechanism and remove the precious stone, revealing an O-ring. "Truthfully, I never anticipated bringing one of my students here," she confides, her voice low. "Many candidates with seemingly ideal profiles never followed through. Submissives are easily intimidated. I won't spoil the fun of my Master by asking questions yet, but I do hope to observe the interview." The conversation meanders to the villa's architecture and its lavish decor until the sharp click of stilettos announces the arrival of a woman in a crisp, black and white uniform. "Master Rosendale is ready to receive you. Please, follow me," she announces with practiced poise. She leads you to a study that seamlessly blends old-world charm with modern necessities. Leather-bound tomes line mahogany shelves, a polished globe stands in one corner, while state-of-the-art electronics occupy a sleek desk. Behind the desk sits an imposing figure. The man, perhaps a decade your senior, exudes authority. His square jaw and broad shoulders command attention, while his hands, though visibly strong, suggest he's well-built without appearing overly muscular. "Welcome, Miss. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," he says, his voice rich and measured. Then, turning to your companion, he commands, "Amanda, use your mouth." Without hesitation, Amanda crawl under the desk. [[I am honored Master|chan0aa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I am honored|chan0aa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Hello|chan0aa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Nice crib|chan0aa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Eager, are we?" he remarks, arching an eyebrow. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm not your Master yet, nor should you expect equal treatment to Amanda. She is my toy; you are not. We are simply two adults meeting for the first time. Only after our interview will we decide whether to proceed further." The silence in the room is broken only by the sound of Amanda's swallowing her Masters dick. He leans forward slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Tell me, young lady, what brought you here today?" [[I shouldn't have come|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Curiosity|chan0aaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Amanda|chan0aaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I just wanted to|chan0aaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Ah yes, the desire to uncover secrets. About me? Amanda? Yourself? It hardly matters," he muses, his tone tinged with amusement. "And what do you want from me?" the man inquires, leaning forward slightly. [[Nothing|chan0aaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[A good fuck|chan0aaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Money|chan0aaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To answer my question|chan0aaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"I see," he says coolly, "perhaps you simply don't find me to your liking. Very well. Amanda, ensure this lady returns home safely." "Yes, Sir," Amanda responds, backing from under the desk, cleaning her mouth with an handkerchief so she can finally open the door for you. During the drive home, her expression is a complex canvas of conflicting emotions—disappointment tinged with an undercurrent of anticipation. Her face betrays a subtle mix of sadness and barely contained excitement. To satisfy your curiosity she eventually mention with a large smile. "I'm probably going to have a great spanking session tonight, thanks. Oh maybe he'll use the whip. I'm just sad I can't live up to his expectations." She drops you off at your doorstep, then her car melts into the darkness of the night, leaving you with yourself. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

There is no answer. <<link "This was pointless" $return>> <</link>>

He chuckles softly. "Come now, we both know that's not true. At the very least, you sought distraction or answers. Or perhaps you're implying your expectations were low?" His eyes narrow, studying you intently. "Let me ask you one final question before it's your turn. Why do you think I instructed Amanda to bring me a women to fuck?" [[Because you're a pig|chan0aaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To toy with her|chan0aaaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because she can't satisfy you|chan0aaaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because you want an harem|chan0aaaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He laughs, a rich, resonant sound that fills the room. "Partly true. I am a pervert" he admits, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But no, the reality is far more mundane. I was simply bored and wanted to present Amanda with a task she might fail, yet one that would demonstrate her devotion. It's a game between us, you see." His expression shifts, becoming more focused as he regards you. "But you, you came here of your own volition. And in doing so, you've become a player in this game." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Now then, you must have questions for me." [[What would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

[[Can I just leave now?|chan0q1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[What’s in it for me?|chan0q2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Do you want me to serve you like Amanda?|chan0q3][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[What does it take to serve you?|chan0q4][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Will I be able to contact you again?|chan0q5][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[So what now?|chan0s0][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Yes of course. Anytime you want." [[Then I would like to leave|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[What else would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Nothing at all. It would have been too easy if she could simply bring in a prostitute. Even my dear toy receives nothing for me." He possessively pat Amanda head. "Of cource I let her borrow my cars, clothings or toys, but I don't pay or reward her with anything material." [[What else would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"I would like that but it is not required, I'm not even sure why Amanda was seeking the profile of a submissive or a slave in the first place. Probably because she wants to please me with the kind of women I love most, or because she want to share the bliss of serviture. But the point was never to find someone in the first place." [[What else would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"A non-disclosure agreement and the will to serve. It's rather simple really. Having your kinks profile would certainly help me prepare scenes. but let's not get ahead of ourselves, I am not going to write a servitude contract and collar someone I barely know." [[What else would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Relaxed are we?" he remarks, arching an eyebrow. "This is actually perfect. We are simply two adults meeting for the first time. Only after our interview will we decide whether to proceed further." The silence in the room is broken only by the sound of Amanda's swallowing her Masters dick. He leans forward slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Tell me, young lady, what brought you here today?" [[I shouldn't have come|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Curiosity|chan0aaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Amanda|chan0aaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I just wanted to|chan0aaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"And so am I" he remarks, arching an eyebrow. "It's always a pleasure to meet a nice lady." The silence in the room is broken only by the sound of Amanda's swallowing her Masters dick. He leans forward slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Tell me, young lady, what brought you here today?" [[I shouldn't have come|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Curiosity|chan0aaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Amanda|chan0aaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I just wanted to|chan0aaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Playing dumb? It hardly matters," he muses, his tone tinged with amusement. "And what do you want from me?" the man inquires, leaning forward slightly. [[Nothing|chan0aaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[A good fuck|chan0aaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Money|chan0aaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To answer my question|chan0aaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"So you came here on a whim?" he muses, his tone tinged with amusement. "And what do you want from me?" the man inquires, leaning forward slightly. [[Nothing|chan0aaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[A good fuck|chan0aaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Money|chan0aaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To answer my question|chan0aaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He chuckles softly. "Horny are we? Or are you just pulling my leg?" His eyes narrow, studying you intently. "Let me ask you one final question before it's your turn. Why do you think I instructed Amanda to bring me a women to fuck?" [[Because you're a pig|chan0aaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To toy with her|chan0aaaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because she can't satisfy you|chan0aaaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because you want an harem|chan0aaaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He chuckles softly. "Then you are out of luck, I do not hire prostitutes or entertain gold diggers. You will never receive money from me." His eyes narrow, studying you intently. "Let me ask you one final question before it's your turn. Why do you think I instructed Amanda to bring me a women to fuck?" [[Because you're a pig|chan0aaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To toy with her|chan0aaaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because she can't satisfy you|chan0aaaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because you want an harem|chan0aaaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He chuckles softly. "I can certainly do that." His eyes narrow, studying you intently. "Let me ask you one final question before it's your turn. Why do you think I instructed Amanda to bring me a women to fuck?" [[Because you're a pig|chan0aaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[To toy with her|chan0aaaaa1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because she can't satisfy you|chan0aaaaa2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Because you want an harem|chan0aaaaa3][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He laughs, a rich, resonant sound that fills the room. "You hit the nail on the head" he admits, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I was simply bored and wanted to present Amanda with a task she might fail, yet one that would demonstrate her devotion. It's a game between us, you see." His expression shifts, becoming more focused as he regards you. "But you, you came here of your own volition. And in doing so, you've become a player in this game." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Now then, you must have questions for me." [[What would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He laughs, a rich, resonant sound that fills the room. "You're gonna hurt her feelling my god, that was savage" he admits, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But no, she more than satisfy my needs. I was simply bored and wanted to present Amanda with a task she might fail, yet one that would demonstrate her devotion. It's a game between us, you see." His expression shifts, becoming more focused as he regards you. "But you, you came here of your own volition. And in doing so, you've become a player in this game." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Now then, you must have questions for me." [[What would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He laughs, a rich, resonant sound that fills the room. "A yes, what all men dream of" he admits, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But no, she more than satisfy my needs. I was simply bored and wanted to present Amanda with a task she might fail, yet one that would demonstrate her devotion. It's a game between us, you see." His expression shifts, becoming more focused as he regards you. "But you, you came here of your own volition. And in doing so, you've become a player in this game." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Now then, you must have questions for me." [[What would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

He eyes your body like he could see through clothes. "You're good looking. So let me ask you one last question, does sexual contacts with another women turn you off?" [[Yes|chan0s1][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I don't really care|chan0s1a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I'm bi or pan|chan0s1a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[I'm not answering|chan0s1][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Vey well then, here's how this will play out, you will remove your clothes, sit on this sofa and masturbate while I work until you are almost to orgasm and then stop, at this point, Amanda will put a preservative on me and I will fuck you while she watch. You will find all the toys you need in this drawer." By all the toys you need, he's not lying, most of them are brand new. [[I would like to leave instead|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Use your hand|chan0s2][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Use a vibrator|chan0s2][$corruption to $corruption+2]] [[Use the magic wand|chan0s2][$corruption to $corruption+4]] [[Use light BDSM like collar, cuffs and ballgag|chan0s2][$corruption to $corruption+12]] [[Use all BDSM like collar, cuffs, ballgag and self bondage|chan0s2][$corruption to $corruption+24]]

"Me directly? No, you will have to contact Amanda. I am faithful to her as she is to me and do not intend to replace her. You will alway be one step away from me unless she herself choose to transfer you to my good care, if you so wish of course." [[What else would you like to know|chan0aaaaaa][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

You slowly edge yourself in a strangers villa, while your philosophy teacher gives him a blowjob, you barely spoke but you agreed to sex with him. It remembers you of the casting couch, except this is not for a job, and if it is, it's as a submissive for a rich man. And still, it turns you on, oh good, you're about to cum. Noticing you had stopped, Rosendale put his work on pause and stand in front of you, his shirt open and his pants down. Six pack, six figures, six inches you think, as he grabs you legs and push inside. In the corner of your eyes, you see Amanda slowly rubbing herself and massing her breasts. This is too much, the situation itself is enough to bring you over the edge as you let out a muffled moan. But he wants more, seizing the magic wand and applying it to the top of your entrance, he brings you to another two successive orgasms. In the after glow, you are mildly aware that he came too. Amanda crawl on all four to him as he remove the preservative as she kneel. "Open up slut" He then press the white liquid into her mouth as she let it slide onto her tongue as if the taste was pure bliss. He then make himself presentable before going back to his desk while Amanda play with the seed in he mouth before swallowing. "Please see that our invite makes it home safely." "Yes Master" A glowing Amanda chime. She bow to him, make sure you and her are decent enough and brings you back home. Your not really sure what to say to her in this situation. "I think Master likes you," She finally assert "if you want to serve him, maybe I could arrange it." <<link "Say NO and Go home" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>> <<link "Say YES and Go home" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan1">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

"Vey well then, here's how this will play out, you will remove your clothes, sit on this sofa and Amanda will edge you while I work until you are almost to orgasm and then stop, at this point, Amanda will put a preservative on me and I will fuck you while she watch. You will find all the toys you need in this drawer." By all the toys you need, he's not lying, most of them are brand new. [[I would like to leave instead|chan0z][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Use your hand|chan0s2a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Use a vibrator|chan0s2a][$corruption to $corruption+2]] [[Use the magic wand|chan0s2a][$corruption to $corruption+4]] [[Use light BDSM like collar, cuffs and ballgag|chan0s2a][$corruption to $corruption+12]] [[Use all BDSM like collar, cuffs, ballgag and let Amanda tie you up|chan0s2a][$corruption to $corruption+24]]

Amanda slowly edge youwith her tongue and fingers in a strangers villa, you barely spoke but you agreed to sex with him. It remembers you of the casting couch, except this is not for a job, and if it is, it's as a submissive for a rich man. And still, it turns you on, oh good, you're about to cum. Noticing you are close, Amanda stopped, Rosendale put his work on pause and stand in front of you, his shirt open and his pants down. Six pack, six figures, six inches you think, as he grabs you legs and push inside. In the corner of your eyes, you see Amanda slowly rubbing herself and massing her breasts. This is too much, the situation itself is enough to bring you over the edge as you let out a muffled moan. But he wants more, seizing the magic wand and applying it to the top of your entrance, he brings you to another two successive orgasms. In the after glow, you are mildly aware that he came too. Amanda crawl on all four to him as he remove the preservative as she kneel. "Open up slut" He then press the white liquid into her mouth as she let it slide onto her tongue as if the taste was pure bliss. He then make himself presentable before going back to his desk while Amanda play with the seed in he mouth before swallowing. "Please see that our invite makes it home safely." "Yes Master" A glowing Amanda chime. She bow to him, make sure you and her are decent enough and brings you back home. Your not really sure what to say to her in this situation. "I think Master likes you," She finally assert "if you want to serve him, maybe I could arrange it." <<link "Say NO and Go home" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>> <<link "Say YES and Go home" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan1">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

Amanda swiftly answers her phone, her voice brimming with excitement. "Hello! I've just spoken with my Master. He's agreed to collar you if you want. I'm thrilled for you! There are just a few details to finalize: the non-disclosure agreement, your list, and the collaring. Wear something elegant; I'll be there to pick you up shortly." A sleek, tangerine-hued sports car—likely a Lamborghini—pulls up in front of your apartment. "Hop in!" Amanda calls out warmly. She drives you back to the villa, the journey mirroring your previous visit. This time, however, you're escorted to an elegant tea room where chairs encircle a round table. Amanda kneel beside the table. The employer greets you with a gracious smile. "Ah, welcome, lady. May I offer you some tea?" [[Nothing or just water|chan1a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Yes of course|chan1a][$drunk to $drunk+0]] [[Could I have some alcool?|chan1a1][$drunk to $drunk+0]]

"Perfect, let's get down to business." He reaches for a stack of papers on the table. "I oversee some of the most prominent information brokers in this region, so I took the liberty of reviewing your profile," he explains, his eyes scanning the document. "It appears you're a college student, sharing living quarters with three roommates. And, interestingly, you've recently transitioned from male to female without chirurgy using an unknow chemical method." He turns a page, his expression neutral but attentive. <<if $corruption gte 50>>"You are quite sexually active, not that I juge you."<<else>>You keep yourself under control sexually.<</if>> <<if $body gte 6>>"You take care of your body."<<else>>"You could do more exercises."<</if>> <<if $intel gte 6>>"You are quite smart"<<else>><<if $corruption gte 0>>"You are not very brainy."<<else>>"You appear to have suffered brain damage"<</if>><</if>> <<if $perception gte 6>>"You played a lot of video games and appear very perceptive."<<else>>"You are not the most perceptive."<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 6>>"Most people describe you as likable."<<else>>"Few people describe you as likable."<</if>> "Now, let's proceed with the matters at hand. You kink list. Since you are here to be collared I will mark yes to the like to be dominated. Second question..." "Do you enjoy and accept to receive light pain?" [[No|chan1a1a][$maso to 0]] [[Yes|chan1a1a][$maso to 1]]

"Of course not," he says, his tone shifting to a more serious register. "We're about to review legal documents—only one of which is truly binding—but nevertheless, this is not how I conduct business." He reaches for a stack of papers on the table. "I oversee some of the most prominent information brokers in this region, so I took the liberty of reviewing your profile," he explains, his eyes scanning the document. "It appears you're a college student, sharing living quarters with three roommates. And, interestingly, you've recently transitioned from male to female without chirurgy using an unknow chemical method." He turns a page, his expression neutral but attentive. <<if $corruption gte 50>>"You are quite sexually active, not that I juge you."<<else>>You keep yourself under control sexually.<</if>> <<if $body gte 6>>"You take care of your body."<<else>>"You could do more exercises."<</if>> <<if $intel gte 6>>"You are quite smart"<<else>><<if $corruption gte 0>>"You are not very brainy."<<else>>"You appear to have suffered brain damage"<</if>><</if>> <<if $perception gte 6>>"You played a lot of video games and appear very perceptive."<<else>>"You are not the most perceptive."<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 6>>"Most people describe you as likable."<<else>>"Few people describe you as likable."<</if>> "Now, let's proceed with the matters at hand. You kink list. Since you are here to be collared I will mark yes to the like to be dominated. Second question..." "Do you enjoy and accept to receive light pain?" [[No|chan1a1a][$maso to 0]] [[Yes|chan1a1a][$maso to 1]]

"Do you enjoy and accept being restrained?" [[No|chan1a2a][$bondage to 0]] [[Yes|chan1a2a][$bondage to 1]]

"Do you accept to sexually interact with another woman in presence of your Master?" [[No|chan1a3][$lesbi to 0]] [[Yes|chan1a3][$lesbi to 1]]

He ask a couple more question and then look at the result. <<if $lesbi+$maso+$bondage+$slave gte 4>>He slides a document across the table, his demeanor professional yet tinged with a hint of weariness. "It appears we're compatible, which is promising," he begins. "Now, let's discuss the non-disclosure agreement. It's relatively straightforward. Primarily, you're prohibited from disclosing any sexual encounters between us. Additionally, should you inadvertently come across business-related information while in my home, you're bound to keep it confidential." He taps a section of the document. "There's also a clause clarifying that we don't cohabitate and cannot be considered a couple in any legal sense." With a slight sigh, he continues, "These measures aren't a reflection on you personally. They're necessary precautions to safeguard against gold diggers, industrial espionage, and potential blackmailers. I hope you understand—I must protect myself and my interests." His eyes meet yours, gauging your reaction. "Do you have any questions about the terms? This is where you sign." [[Apply your signature|chan1a4][]] [[Refuse|chan1a4o][]]<<else>>Saddly, we are not really compatible, it was fun meeting you. Amanda, please see that our invite makes it home safely." "Yes Master" During the drive home, her expression is a complex canvas of conflicting emotions—disappointment tinged with an undercurrent of anticipation. Her face betrays a subtle mix of sadness and barely contained excitement. To satisfy your curiosity she eventually mention with a large smile. "I'm a bit sad for you and Master, but that mean I'll keep my Master for myself alone. Don't worry, you'll find the right Dominant one day." She drops you off at your doorstep, then her car melts into the darkness of the night, leaving you with yourself. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>><</if>>

"Good good, now we move in to the contract, I agree to take good care of you and not cross the lines you have set, in exchange you agree to follow my instructions during scenes, we agree on the safe word of Gomorah... You know what just read it." He presents the document, its appearance as formal as the first. "This is a standard Master slave contract," he explains, his tone measured. His eyes meet yours, a mix of seriousness and curiosity in his gaze. "I want to emphasize that while this document isn't enforceable in a court of law, I consider it a matter of personal honor and trust. Are you comfortable with these terms?" He pauses, allowing you time to review the document carefully. "Please, take your time to read through it. If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to voice them." You learn his complete name is Florentin Rosendale. He was always introduced as Sir Rosendale or simply Master until now. [[Apply your signature|chan1a5][]] [[Refuse|chan1a4o][]]

"Let' sproceed to the ceremony, please kneel before me lady." Taking place at the feet of this man along Amanda in this submissive pose, you observe Rosendale produce a nice little choker with an pink stone. You recognize the model Amanda constantly don. He tower above you with the collar hovering above your neck. "I, Florentin Rosendale, officially offer to make you my possession. you shall be used in ways dictated by our contract. Do you wish to be mine?" [[I do|chan1a6][$corruption to $corruption+10]] [[Refuse|chan1a4o][]]

"Do you enjoy and accept to act as my property and being treated in the humiliating way this entail?" [[No|chan1a2][$slave to 0]] [[Yes|chan1a2][$slave to 1]]

Amanda, please see that our invite makes it home safely." "Yes Master" During the drive home, her expression is a complex canvas of conflicting emotions—disappointment tinged with an undercurrent of anticipation. Her face betrays a subtle mix of sadness and barely contained excitement. To satisfy your curiosity she eventually mention with a large smile. "I'm a bit sad for you and Master, but that mean I'll keep my Master for myself alone. Don't worry, you'll find the right Dominant one day." She drops you off at your doorstep, then her car melts into the darkness of the night, leaving you with yourself. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

"So be it" He secure the collar around your neck and pat your head once hes done. "Good girl, now undress yourself, fold your clothes and prostrate to me." Your Master as seen you naked before, but it feels different now. He was some stranger you accepted to sleep with, now he is your everything. Your clothes nicely folded next to you, your forehead pressed on the ground, you wait for instructions. "Perfect, stay like this. And no matter what, do not look or make a sound. As for you Amanda, come here." The sound of kissing fills the room. Your teacher giggle and you can tell he's playing with her as she gradually transit to moaning. You can smell it too, the scent of sex. The sound of a slap, a light exclamation of surprise. Everything is so hot and sexy in your mind eye. You feel your pussy start to leak. The sound of the tea set being thrown off the table and breaking, followed by the body of Amanda slamming on the wood. Then the renlentless smacking of flesh against flesh. "May I cum Master?" Amanda whine. "Not yet slut." From the shuffle, you can tell they are in a new position. "Please Master, I won't be able to hold if..." "Silence, I said no" They break the engagement, sometthing besidde you is taken. Your underwear! The muffled sound of Amanda rise once more after a short wait. The soft moaning of pleasure growing in intensity until being indistinguishable from someone in pain. "Cum for me." You hear some flopping and mixed grunt, then the action slowdown over what seems like an eternity. And now he his dressing up and he won't even acknowledge your existence. "Amanda, have her clean up the cum out of your cunt and then bring her to the clinic for screening, I want to make sure the bitch is clean. Oh and lady, once I leave the room, you'll be free to move. Until next time girls. Oh, and before I forget, spitting out my cum is never ever permitted." The footstep get more distant and then are gone with the closing of a door. You raise your head to see Amanda looking you down. "Oh my god you are crying." What no you're not, but on second check, yes you actually are. A mix of jealousy and envy cutting deep into your psyche. "This may have been too much for you. I won't tell if you don't want to drink Master cum out of my pussy." [[It's fine|chan1a7][$corruption to $corruption+10]] [[I'm not doing that|chan1a9][]]

This is so demeaning, you fix your mouth on her leaking hole and clean her. Sucking and scooping with your tongue until the very taste of semen is gone. Your tast complete, you take some distance and admire your hard work, a gleaming and clean fuck hole. By her smile, you can tell she like it. "Let's dress, it's getting late. By the way, Master gagged me with your underwears, do you want a spare?" [[I don't mind|chan1a9][$corruption to $corruption+6]] [[I'll go commando|chan1a9][$corruption to $corruption+4]] [[Yes please|chan1a9][]]

Back in the car, you point out most clinics won't be open at this time. "This one will be, they specialize in adult related injuries and services. It's super expensive, but you get 24/7 service and absolute confidentiality." She pull up in front of the most unasuming building, there's no way you'll find a commerce here, and yet, when she press the intercom and look into the camera watching, the basement entrrance, the door open to a clean looking medical clinic. "Amanda! Welcome, how's Rosendale?" "Strong as ever." "Is this a new client?" "You could say that, she's his new aquisition." "I see. I guess he want's her screened for any hidden defect. Please Miss, come over here." You are given a full gynecological exam and he take samples. Thankfully his instruments where warm. "You seem perfectly healthy, the lab results will be back in 24 to 48 hours, if you hear nothing back, then it's all good." You follow back Amanda to the car so she can drive you home, she drops you off at your doorstep, then her car melts into the darkness of the night, leaving you with yourself. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $finalchan to 1>><<set $chanp to "chan999">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

You call to confirm your participation in his studies. "Yes, of course. I was in the middle of research. If you'd like to come to my office, I'll be there for the next two or three hours." You arrive at Dr. Clark's office to find the door open. Books and papers clutter his desk, and he appears to be typing something. "Come in," he says, looking up. "Don't worry about interrupting. I'll finish this later. Here's the consent form for you to sign, then we'll begin the evaluation." The agreement is standard, covering confidentiality, permission to use anonymized data in studies, and reimbursement for travel or other expenses. You return the signed papers, and Dr. Clark takes out a pen and a fresh sheet. "Now, let's begin. Do you have a vivid imagination or frequent fantasies—not in an adult sense? On a scale of one to ten, how strongly do you physically respond to what you imagine? What are your earliest memories? How clear are they, and at what age did they occur? How often do you daydream?" <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You answer his questions and he asks for clarification on a few points, then studies the results thoughtfully. "Based on your background, there's no apparent reason for you to be hypersensitive to hypnosis. However, something seems to have changed in recent months. You report sudden increases in memory lapses, daydreaming, and vivid imagery. It's intriguing. I'd like to try a hypnosis session to investigate further. Please relax and focus on a point just above eye level. As you stare at that point, take slow, deep breaths. With each breath, you'll feel more and more relaxed... How do you feel? Are you waking up alright? Do you remember the session?" You look at him, confused. "Interesting. I specifically asked you to remember, yet you seems not to. This indicate some deeper psychological phenomenon is at play, maybe a second personnality or dissociation. I'll need to consult the literature for answers, but unfortunately, our time is up for today. We'll explore this further in our next session." <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $clarkp to "clark2">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

For your second meeting with Dr. Clark, his desk is once again adorned with an array of meticulously organized books, all pertaining to your case. "I've developed a few theories," Dr. Clark begins. "To determine which one is correct, I'd like to conduct some tests under hypnosis. If you're comfortable, we can proceed." <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He moves around the desk and continues, "Please relax and focus on a point just above eye level. As you stare at that point, take slow, deep breaths. With each breath, you'll feel more and more relaxed..." After a moment, he inquires, "Do you notice any changes?" You don't perceive anything unusual. "I was on your left, now I'm on your right... And now?" Suddenly, you notice Dr. Clark wearing an absurd hat, wondering how you missed it earlier. <img src="pic/clark3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "That's because I just put it on... And now?" You find yourself puzzled, realizing you're no longer in his office. <img src="pic/hallway.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Interesting. Unless there's a significant change like a shift in environment, your brain seems to overlook alterations. That's... concerning," Dr. Clark observes, studying you intently. "What did I say after mentioning your brain overlooking changes?" You recall him saying it was concerning. "What did I have for breakfast?" he asks unexpectedly. Confused, you wonder how you could possibly know that. He repeats, "What did I have for breakfast?" To your surprise, you answer, "Bacon and eggs." "And how did you come by that information?" he probes. You suggest that perhaps he told you while you were under hypnosis. "Exactly," Dr. Clark confirms. "To be frank, I've never encountered a case quite like yours. I'll need some time to develop an appropriate protocol. Let's schedule our next session for another evening." Puzzled, you look at the time, how could all of this take over two hours? <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $clarkp to "clark3">><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

Unlike the previous times, you find the office door closed. You knock gently. "Please come in," Dr. Clark's voice calls from inside. As you enter the meticulously organized room, you immediately hesitate, this place doesn't look the same as you remember. Dr. Clark looks up from his desk, his brow furrowing with concern. "Miss? Are you alright? This is your first time visiting my office, isn't it?" <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> His question catches you off guard. You stand there, momentarily frozen. Yes, it is your first time meeting Dr. Clark like this, yet you have a vague recollection of previous sessions with a psychologist for memory lapses. You're not sure why you would expect the psychologist office here instead of one you never seen. Dr. Clark observes your hesitation and gently prompts, "What brings you here today? Are you here about your classes, or is there something else on your mind?" He maintains a warm, non-threatening demeanor, giving you space to collect your thoughts. The teacher's office suddenly feels both familiar and foreign, adding to your confusion. "Take your time," Dr. Clark adds softly. "Why don't you have a seat, and you can tell me what made you decide to come here today?" [[That's because you have a crush on him|clark3a][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<link "Something is very wrong, run back home!" $return>><</link>>

A mischievous smile played across his face, a glimmer of calculated charm dancing in his eyes. "It's alright," he said softly, his tone a blend of professional restraint and subtle suggestion. "I can see how you feel about me. Your emotions are... quite transparent." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "And while I'll admit there's a mutual attraction, I must maintain professional boundaries. As both a faculty researcher and instructor, an intimate relationship with a student would be risky. But if you insist, I am about to take my car home. Maybe I could give you a ride home and instead bring you to mine where no one would find out?" [[What a wonderful idea|clark3a1][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<if $intel gte 2>><<link "Something is very wrong, run back home!" $return>><</link>><</if>>

He maintains his vehicle with meticulous care - the car gleams with a polished exterior and pristine interior. A cautious driver, he navigates roads smoothly and engages in articulate, engaging conversation. His modest residence, while not expansive, features design elements like a single-car garage, a backyard, and a privacy-enhancing cedar hedge encircling the property, ensuring that the outside world is kept at bay, allowing for a private, intimate encounter. <img src="pic/clarkhouse.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Stepping inside reveals an immaculately organized living space - each item deliberately placed, suggesting a solitary lifestyle where every surface serves a purpose, including the plush, inviting sofa that beckons you both to sit. "Netflix and chill?" he suggests casually as you settle onto the comfortable sofa, the soft cushions molding to your bodies. The gentle hum of the television is the only sound breaking the charged silence between you. He promptly returns, bearing an appetizing array of popcorn, crisp chips, and chilled beverages, the aroma of freshly prepared snacks mingling with the tension in the air. He places the tray down and takes his place next to you, his thigh brushing against yours. You're not sure if he put on a movie or a series, all you know is that you slowly get closer, your bodies drawn together like magnets. You put your hands on each other, exploring, feeling. You look him in the eyes once, twice, the intensity growing with each gaze. You kiss, pull back, then kiss again. It gets deeper and more passionate by the second, your tongues dancing as you melt into each other's arms. Your lust is burning, a fire that only he can quench. You need him now, and you begin to undress one piece at a time, savoring the anticipation. <img src="pic/clark4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> His hands and mouth trace down your body, sending pleasurable jolts of electricity through your veins. His touch is expert, his touch is eager. Your last piece of clothes falls to the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable, but his pants still conceal his desire. You step in front of the couch, your eyes locking with his as you tug at the waistband of his pants and his underwear, revealing his meaty manhood. In the heat of the moment, you decide to indulge, spinning your tongue around the head, slurping his delicious precum. You kiss and let it slide inside, giving him a taste of the oral skills you possess, your eyes locked with his as he breathes hard, savoring the sensation. <img src="pic/clark5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> It would be a waste to let him cum so early, so you pull back, a sly smile on your face. He hands you a preservative, which you slide onto his sex, your fingers lingering on his length. He grabs you by the waist and guides you to ride him. You rock your hips, sliding your wet pussy on his cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You lift yourself and line the entrance to his fuck pillar, then slowly, deliberately, lower yourself, savoring every inch of your delicate inside being gradually stretched. <img src="pic/clark6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You want to go up and down at first, but find out it feels so much better to just sway your hips back and forth and let his rock-hard dick push against your sensitive flesh, rubbing your clit on his base. Your breathing accelerates along with the pace, your lips parted and your bite your lip until you cannot hold back any longer. You let out his name, "Clark," as waves of pleasure cause spasms throughout your body. <img src="pic/clark7.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You try to proceed to a second orgasm by riding as rough as you can, but it's just not enough. Clark takes control and stands up, your body laid out before him. He pounds you hard and fast, his hips slamming against yours, his breath ragged with exertion. You look up at him, your breasts swinging violently with each ram. You use your hand to immobilize them and pinch your right nipple while fondling the left breast, the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing in your veins. Clark grabs both of your hands with one hand and holds them above your head, his other hand slapping your boobs, the pace frantic as you pant under his assault. Your face contorts in orgasmal ecstasy, a long moan resonating from your throat. Seeing you like this, Clark grabs your left breast tightly, his body tensing as he lets out a loud groan, emptying his balls as deep as he could reach. He rolls back next to you, pulling your body close to his. Slowly, your brain returns to reality, and you look at the TV. You have no idea what is going on in this movie; you never gave it attention, too lost in the moment. Clark is in the same situation and turns it off, leaving you both in post-coital bliss, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. Eventually, the haze fades, and Clark turns to you. "You can't stay here, I'll have to drive you home," he says, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and reluctance, as he starts to gather his clothes, the room filled with the lingering scent of your shared desire. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $clarkp to "clark4">><<set $sex to $sex+1>><</link>>

You dial Marile's number, your fingers slightly trembling. "Where should we meet?" you ask. "Here's the address, sweetie," she responds, her voice warm and reassuring. The address leads you to a charming cottage with a pristine white picket fence. Sunlight glints off the well-maintained garden as Marile opens the door, her welcoming smile putting you at ease. "Come in," she says, gesturing you inside. Once you're seated, she leans forward, her eyes kind but direct. "So, tell me everything you know about being a woman. We'll start from there." <img src="pic/marile6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Not much|marile1a1][]] <<if $intel gte 6>>[[The basic|marile1a2][]]<<else>>==The basic==<</if>> <<if $intel gte 9>>[[A lot|marile1a3][]]<<else>>==A lot==<</if>>

You knock on Clark's door at his home, that's where you always meet with him outside classes, right? The anticipation builds as you wait for him to answer, your heart pounding in your chest. "Ah, welcome," he greets you warmly, his eyes sparking with a mixture of professionalism and something more. "Please come in. I'm so glad I hired you as a housekeeper." You needed extra income, and he required assistance—that's how you ended up working for your teacher. Unexpectedly, one thing led to another, and you fell for him. You even shared an intimate moment, though it wasn't planned. Perhaps with a stroke of luck, it could happen more... "The cleaning supplies are under the sinks, as usual," Clark reminds you, his voice low and inviting. "The dishwasher is clean, and the house could use some cleaning. I'll leave you to it." You begin unloading the clean dishes into the cabinets to make place for the dirty ones, your movements deliberate and focused. Clark settles at the dining table to grade student papers, but you can feel his gaze following you, especially when you bend forward, the fabric of your clothes clinging to your curves. [[And I love the attention|clark4a][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<if $intel gte 6>><<link "There's no way that scenario is real, run back home fast!" $return>><</link>><</if>>

After finishing the dishes, you fill a bucket with warm, soapy water, preparing to clean the house thoroughly. As you lift the heavy bucket, a mischievous thought crosses your mind. Deliberately, you tilt it slightly, allowing water to cascade down your body, deliberately soaking your clothes. The shock of the cold water against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, but the heat in your eyes is unmistakable. You immediately turn to Clark, your curves molded by the liquid, asking if he has something you can change into. "Yes, of course," he responds, his voice husky with desire. "Come with me." <img src="pic/clark8.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He guides you to the bathroom, leaving you there while he goes to retrieve an alternative piece of clothing—perhaps a pullover or a spare shirt—for you to wear. As you begin to change, you hear the door open again, and there he is, his eyes feasting on your almost-naked body. You let the piece of cloth in your hand fall to the floor, presenting yourself to him in all your soapy glory. <img src="pic/clark9.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply, his lips demanding and passionate. He pushes you against the sink, the coolness of the countertop a stark contrast to the heat of your bodies. Lifting you up, he sits you on the border of the bowl, his hands exploring your curves. "You still have soap from the bucket," he murmurs, turning the water on and cleaning away the bubbles between your breasts with his wet hand. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He bites your neck softly, tugging to remove your bottom clothes, his movements urgent and hungry. <img src="pic/clark10.png" class="responsive-img"> Naked in his bathroom, he kisses every part of your body as you remove his clothes one at a time, your hands trembling with anticipation. "Why don't we move to a more comfortable place?" he suggests, lifting you up like a princess and throwing you onto his bed. He climbs on top of you, his sex dripping precum, the sight of him making your mouth water. To see how ready you are, he slips a finger and then two inside your wet cunt, his movements sure and confident. You jerk off his meat, your hand gliding over his length, feeling him grow harder with each stroke. Looking directly at your face, seeing how much pleasure he gives you, he finger bangs you until you exhale a gasp of contentment. How he knows how to please you this well is a mystery, but you're not complaining. That's when he lowers his hips to join them to yours, filling you completely. He caresses your entire body with his hands and lips, and you do the same for him in the following minutes, your bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he chases his release. He distances his upper body from yours and grabs you by the throat, choking you lightly as your hands scratch his chest, marking him as yours. <img src="pic/clark11.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You close your eyes, trying to enjoy every last moment as he fills you with his cum, the sensation of fullness pushing you over the edge. You both lay in bed, exhausted, your bodies slick with sweat and desire. "Not much cleaning tonight, right?" you tease, a sly smile playing on your lips. He kisses you, a soft, lingering kiss that promises more. You hop in the shower to wash yourself before heading home, your body still tingling with the sensations of your passionate encounter. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $clarkp to "clark5">><<set $sex to $sex+1>><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

You open Clark's front door and head inside, the familiar scent of his home enveloping you. You can't remember how many times you've cleaned his house, but you know it's been countless. What started as a job has evolved into something far more exhilarating—a kinky game that both of you indulge in. You find your French maid uniform in the closet and begin changing, making sure to wear even the underwear. It's part of the ritual, part of the thrill. You don't ask for pay anymore; he's wonderful and generous, but that would make you a prostitute. Being his sexy maid is all you could ever want. As you adjust your hosiery, skirt, and top, ensuring there are no wrinkles, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the changing mirror. That's when you notice him—Clark, leaning against the doorway, his eyes roaming over your body with a hungry intensity. You don't mind; he's seen you naked before, and you revel in the knowledge that you drive him wild. <img src="pic/clark12.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You slip into your high heels, the click of the heels on the floor echoing through the room as you turn toward Clark, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Please do the floor today," he instructs, his voice low and commanding. You grab a bucket, soap, and a brush, ready to clean it on all fours—the right way. As you work, you know you're flashing Clark, but that's part of the fun. <img src="pic/clark14.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He walks over, his presence dominating the space, and possessively slaps your butt cheek. You turn to look at him, a mix of defiance and submission in your eyes. "Did I tell you to stop?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement and desire. You return to your task, your movements deliberate and slow, knowing that every sway of your hips is driving him crazy. He continues to molest your ass, his hands roaming over your curves, teasing and tantalizing. When he lowers himself to lick you, you can barely focus on your work, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. This certainly makes your work more interesting but harder to concentrate on. When he feels you are ready, he mounts you from behind, sliding his manhood inside you with a single, smooth thrust. "Stop daydreaming, you have work to do," he teases, his voice ragged with desire. Your work suffers from your mindlessness, but you do your best to act as a proper maid while he pounds pleasure into you. Despite your efforts, you can tell he's about to finish, and so you angle yourself so he pushes into the most pleasurable parts of your inside. You can't help but whimper submissively as he tenses up, his release pulsing deep within you. <img src="pic/clark15.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Spent, he withdraws and stands up again, his chest heaving with exertion. "Clean my dick," he commands, his voice still laced with authority. You turn and take him in your mouth, making his manhood immaculate with your skillful tongue, your eyes locked with his as you clean every last drop of his essence. "There's cum on the floor too, lick it," he adds, his voice leaving no room for argument. And so you gulp the salty liquid at his feet without protest, your tongue swirling over the clean tiles, ensuring no trace of him is left behind. "Good, I have work to do. Close the door once you're done with the floor," he says, his voice returning to its usual professional tone, though you can still see the lingering desire in his eyes. <img src="pic/clark16.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You thank him for his supervision and go back to work, the smell of him lingering on your skin as you finish cleaning the floor. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $clarkp to "clark5">><<set $sex to $sex+1>><<set $drunk to 0>><</link>>

Marile leans back, her expression thoughtful. "Alright, let's start with the basics of personal hygiene," she begins, her tone gentle but matter-of-fact. "One crucial thing to remember is always wiping from front to back after using the restroom. This helps prevent bacteria from causing infections." She pauses, allowing you to absorb the information before continuing. "Next, it's important to track your menstrual cycle. I'd recommend using a smartphone app or a simple calendar. This way, you'll know when to expect your period and be prepared with necessary supplies." Marile's eyes soften as she adds, "Understanding your cycle also helps you recognize patterns in your body and mood. It can even help you plan activities or identify when you might be more susceptible to certain health risks like pregrancy." Marile continues, her voice warm and informative. "There's more to feminine health than just the basics. Let's cover some additional important points." She leans forward, counting off on her fingers. "First, opt for cotton underwear whenever possible. It's breathable and helps keep things dry down there, reducing the risk of infections." "When it comes to cleaning, less is more," Marile explains. "Wash the vulva - that's the external part - with warm water and a mild, unscented soap. The vagina itself is self-cleaning, so avoid douching or using any internal cleansing products." She pauses, then adds, "After swimming or working out, change out of wet swimsuits or sweaty clothes promptly. This helps prevent bacterial growth." "Oh, and here's something many people overlook," Marile says with a smile. "Your diet can impact vaginal health too. Try to include foods rich in antioxidants, vitamins C and E, omega-3 fatty acids, and probiotics." "Most importantly, don't forget your annual check-ups with a gynecologist minimum. More often if you have risky practices. Regular screenings are crucial for maintaining overall reproductive health." "Let's talk about breast health," she begins. "It's important to perform monthly self-exams. The best time is about a week after your period starts. Look for any changes in size, shape, or feel. If you notice anything unusual, don't panic, but do consult a doctor." "Now, let's discuss contraception. There are many options available - pills, patches, injections, IUDs, and more. Each has its pros and cons, so it's best to discuss with a healthcare provider to find what suits you best." "Oh, and here's something often overlooked," Marile adds. "Urinary tract infections are more common in women due to our anatomy. To help prevent them, always urinate after sexual activity and stay well-hydrated." "Lastly," she says with a gentle smile, "don't forget about your mental health. Hormonal changes can affect mood, and conditions like premenstrual syndrome or premenstrual dysphoric disorder are real. If you're struggling, reach out for help. There's no shame in it." Marile pauses, allowing you to process the information. "Any questions so far?" [[Etiquette|marile1a2][]] <img src="pic/marile6.jpg" class="responsive-img">

"Let's discuss some societal norms that are important for elegant women to be aware of, you don't want to be seen as as a rude bitch right?." She leans forward, her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "First, punctuality is crucial. Being on time shows respect for others and their schedules. Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. If you're running more than 15 minutes late, don't bother showing up unless you call or text ahead." "In social settings, remember to put your phone away," Marile advises. "Your present company should always be your priority. It's considered rude to constantly check your phone during conversations or events." She pauses thoughtfully before adding, "When it comes to social interactions, show genuine interest in others by listening more than you talk. Avoid interrupting and respond respectfully to show you're engaged." "Another important aspect is dress code," Marile continues. "It's generally better to be slightly overdressed than underdressed for an occasion. Avoid wearing sportswear to formal events, for instance. By that I don't mean more clothes, you can be as slutty as you want if you still manage to be a little bit more fashionable than expected." She smiles gently, "And here's a timeless tip: always write thank-you notes. Whether it's for a gift, a dinner, or a job interview, a handwritten note shows genuine appreciation and leaves a lasting impression. A good calligraphy is also very fashionnable." "Remember that true elegance comes from treating everyone with respect and kindness, regardless of their status, background or even reciprocity. It shows you have a pure and kind heart." She leans forward, her voice lowering slightly. "When it comes to dining etiquette, there are a few key points to remember. Start with utensils from the outside and work your way in. Place your napkin on your lap as soon as you're seated, and if you need to leave the table temporarily, place it on your chair." She pauses, then adds, "Remember, it's okay to make mistakes. If you do, a sincere apology goes a long way. Graciousness in both success and error is a mark of true elegance." Marile smiles warmly. "Lastly, never underestimate the power of a smile. It can open doors, ease tensions, and make others feel valued. It's also contagious and create a positive environment." [[Body language|marile1a3][]] <img src="pic/marile6.jpg" class="responsive-img">

"Let's talk about body language," Marile says. "Good posture is key. Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up. When seated, cross your legs at the ankles or keep your knees together. These small details can significantly impact how you're perceived." "Please put your back againts the wall, now make sure your head, shoulder blades, and buttocks touch it. This is proper posture when standing straight. Repeat and practice your posture for all size of heels." "Now, show me how you walk," Marile says, her tone encouraging but expectant. You traverse the room, trying your best to emulate what you believe is a feminine gait. As you finish, Marile's raised eyebrow speaks volumes. "I understand you're still adjusting," she begins gently, "but we have some work to do. Let me demonstrate." Marile glides across the room, her movements fluid and graceful. Her hips sway subtly, like a willow in a soft breeze. "Women typically have a lower center of gravity due to our hip structure," she explains. "Walking with a rigid posture can strain your body over time. We need to retrain your muscle memory to find a new sense of balance." She observes your attempts, her expression a mix of patience and determination. "You're making an effort, but let's try a different approach," she says thoughtfully. "I have some tools that might help guide your movements more effectively." Marile leaves the room briefly, returning with two items in hand. "These will assist in developing the right technique," she says, holding up a book and a shiny buttplug. "Here, those will help you walk properly. This may seem unortodox, but that's actually very effective. It improved my posture conciderably." [[Fine I'll try it (Brain +1, Charisma +1) |marile1a5][$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[There's no way I'm doing this (Brain +1, Charisma +1)|marile1a4][$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1]]

The evening drags on with your increasingly frustrating attempts to walk. Marile watches, her expression growing more critical with each step. "Absolutely hopeless," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "You move like a construction worker and we have yet to try it in heels. This is embarrassing." Her critique becomes sharper with each attempt. "No, no, NO," she snaps, cutting through your efforts. "You're not even trying. I know you can do better than shuffling around like a teenager with growing hips." As midnight approaches, Marile's patience completely evaporates. "We're done. This is a waste of my time," she says coldly. <img src="pic/marile8.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She begins pushing you towards the door, her movements abrupt and dismissive. "Right now, you're an embarrassment to femininity, if you weren't such a prude, I'm sure you would be mastering heels right now." With a final look of disdain, she practically shoves you out, the door closing with a sharp, definitive click behind you. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile2">><<set $sex to $sex+0>><</link>>

The evening pulses with energy as you practice walking, your movements becoming increasingly fluid under Marile's expert guidance. "Yes, exactly like that!" Marile exclaims, her eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. "Feel how your hips naturally rotate? Focus on the plug to get the perfect alignment. You're developing muscle memory perfectly." <img src="pic/marile7.png" class="responsive-img"> She watches critically but with growing satisfaction as you traverse the room, your stride transforming from mechanical to elegantly natural. Each step becomes more refined, more intentional. "Remarkable progress," she says, circling you like a professional dance instructor. "Let's move on to heels. Without the book at first." As midnight approaches, Marile looks genuinely impressed. "We'll continue another evening, but you've exceeded all my expectations tonight." She walks you to the door, her professional demeanor softening slightly. "Practice what we've learned. You're not just learning to walk - you're reconstructing your entire physical language." With a final approving nod, she sends you off, clearly satisfied with the evening's transformative lesson. <<link "Go to bed (Body +1)" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile3">><<set $body to $body+1>><<set $corruption to $corruption+5>><</link>>

She pick up the phone. "Are you ready to do what it takes to learn and will you stop being a prude?" <<link "No" $return>> <</link>> [[Fine I'll try it (Brain +1, Charisma +1) |marile1a5][$intel to $intel+1,$charisma to $charisma+1]]

You arrive for another lesson with Marile, eager to continue your progress. "Today, we'll shift our focus," Marile begins, her tone professional yet encouraging. "You've made significant strides with your walking posture, so continue practicing that on your own. Now, let's address general poses - a crucial skill for any lady, often overlooked in our digital age. While it comes naturally to socially adept women, the prevalence of smartphones has affected everyone's body language for the worst. Show me how you'd express interest when having conversation." Despite not having practiced in front of a mirror, you give it your best attempt, drawing on what you've learned so far. <<if $charisma lte 5>>Marile observes you with a discerning eye, shaking her head slightly. "We have a lot of work" she remarks, her expression thoughtful. "We'll have to start with the basics."<<else>>Marile observes you with a discerning eye, nodding slightly. "A solid start," she remarks, her expression thoughtful. "There's certainly room for refinement, but you've grasped the basics. Let's work on enhancing your nonverbal cues."<</if>> Marile steps forward, her posture poised and commanding, as she begins to offer specific guidance. "Lean in slightly to show engagement," she instructs, her voice calm yet precise. "Watch me carefully and try to imitate." She demonstrates with fluid grace, angling her face just so, her hands moving delicately to emphasize her point. Every gesture seems intentional, each movement radiating confidence and charm. "And if you want to convey interest in a more intimate way," she continues, leaning forward ever so slightly. This time, the movement is similar but subtly provocative, drawing attention to her neckline and the soft curve of her shoulders. "This," she says with a playful smirk, "can also be used to sweet-talk men into giving you what you want." She punctuates the statement with a cheeky wink. <img src="pic/marile9.png" class="responsive-img"> Marile shifts gears seamlessly. "Now, if you're trying to encourage a man to ask you on a date or something, there are other tricks." She brushes her hair back in one smooth motion, then twists a strand playfully between her fingers. "Like this," she says. "Or this. And pay attention to how I move my mouth and eyes—every detail matters." She demonstrates a few more techniques, her expressions shifting effortlessly from coy to inviting. "Subtlety is key," she explains. "The smallest changes can make the biggest impact." After a few moments of practice, Marile’s demeanor hardens as she transitions into the next lesson. "Now," she says sharply, "let's focus on the opposite: how to push people away when you’re faced with unwanted attention." Her gaze transforms instantly into something fierce and unyielding—her eyes sharp as daggers, her jaw set with quiet authority. The shift in energy is palpable. "The eyes are your primary weapon," she explains, her voice low and commanding. "But it doesn’t stop there. Your mouth, your posture—your entire presence must project an undeniable message: *stay away.* Do it right, and even the most persistent drunk will think twice before approaching." You try to emulate her intensity but quickly realize how much precision and emotional control these techniques require. Every pose is deeply tied to an emotion—confidence, allure, or even intimidation—and without tapping into those feelings authentically, the movements fall flat. Marile spends the rest of the evening teaching you not just the technical aspects of these poses but also how to summon the emotions that make them truly effective. She guides you through each one with patience and expertise until you begin to feel the connection between your body language and your inner state. Finally, as the lesson draws to a close, Marile steps back and surveys your progress with an approving nod. "You’ve done well tonight," she says simply. "Keep practicing in front of the mirror. These skills aren’t just about looking good—they’re about mastering how you present yourself to the world." With that final piece of advice, she dismisses you for the evening, leaving you both exhausted and exhilarated by everything you’ve learned. <<link "Go to bed (Charisma +3)" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile4">><<set $charisma to $charisma+3>><<set $corruption to $corruption+5>><</link>>

You arrive for your latest lesson, and Marile greets you with genuine enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Your progress has been remarkable," she says, her voice warm with pride. "Today, let's focus on consolidating what you've learned. I'll demonstrate a series of poses, and I'd like you to reproduce them. This will help reinforce your muscle memory and showcase your newfound grace." As the session unfolds, Marile guides you through an array of poses. Some are casual and relaxed, perfect for everyday situations. Others channel a more glamorous, pinup-inspired aesthetic. To your surprise, you find yourself executing even the most creative and challenging poses with increasing confidence and fluidity. Marile observes your performance with growing admiration. After a particularly difficult sequence, she pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "You know," she begins, her tone measured but excited, "you have a natural talent for this. Have you ever considered modeling? With your skills and the right connections, you could potentially start a promising career." <img src="pic/marile4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She hesitates for a moment, then continues, "Some of my former students work as photographers now. Would you be comfortable if I took a few photos to show them? It could be the first step towards some opportunities." [[No thanks (Brain +1, Charisma +1) |marile4a2][$body to $body +1, $charisma to $charisma +1]] [[Yes of course (Brain +1, Charisma +1)|marile4a1][$body to $body +1, $charisma to $charisma +1]]

"Perfect," Marile says, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Let's capture your progress." She guides you to the center of her living room, which will be used as an impromptu studio. "Now, let's begin," she instructs, her voice calm yet authoritative. "Remember, every pose tells a story." For the next hour, Marile directs you through a series of poses, each more nuanced than the last. Her camera clicks rhythmically as she captures your evolving grace and confidence. From casual stances to more dramatic positions, you find yourself embodying different personas with surprising ease. As the session winds down, Marile dedicates time to refining your technique. Her instructions are precise, reflecting years of expertise: "Tilt your chin down slightly – yes, like that. It creates a more alluring line," she explains. "Now, soften your hands. Remember, tension shows in photos." She adjusts the angle of your shoulders, demonstrating how the slightest shift can project confidence or vulnerability. Each correction is delivered with patience and clarity, allowing you to internalize the subtleties of the craft. <img src="pic/marile10.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Finally, Marile steps back, her expression one of satisfaction. "Your foundation is solid now," she declares, nodding approvingly. "The key moving forward is independent practice. Muscle memory is built through consistent, mindful repetition. Make these movements a part of your daily routine, and soon they'll become second nature." Her parting words carry the weight of experience, underscoring the importance of dedication in mastering this new art form. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile5">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+5>><</link>>

"Suit yourself," Marile says, her tone a blend of professional detachment and subtle encouragement. She spends the next few minutes providing nuanced refinements to your technique - subtle adjustments to hand placement, the angle of your chin, the way your shoulders communicate confidence. Each instruction is precise, delivered with the expertise of someone who has spent years perfecting the art of presentation. "Your fundamentals are solid now," she declares, stepping back to assess your progress. "Continue practicing independently. Muscle memory is built through consistent, mindful repetition." Her professional demeanor softens slightly. "If you change your mind, you have my contact information." <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile4a1">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>>

"I have an update from a photographer," Marile says, her tone neutral. "Here's his number. Good luck." You input the new number, and a deep, masculine voice answers. "Hello? Ah, you must be the prospective model. I've reviewed your pictures - quite promising. With some effort, you could become professional. Why don't you meet me at my studio? I'll text you the address. I'm Jayden, by the way." The building appears to be adjacent to larger studios for television and cinema. A man with a three-day beard is adjusting lights when you arrive. "Oh hey, welcome," he greets you, extending his hand. "Is this your first professional shoot?" <img src="pic/jaiden1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He shakes your hand firmly. "This one isn't a paid contract, but I'm adding you to our model catalog. If we work together again, it'll likely be under contract. Many of our popular models transition to cinema or TV, so there's potential for career growth if you're dedicated." Jayden gives you a brief tour. "We have an extensive wardrobe and accessories, so don't worry about clothes or jewelry. Here's where you can change - it's a single-room studio, so privacy is limited. And this," he gestures grandly, "is where the magic happens. Please, take your place. We'll start with casual wear." He requests various poses, his direction more precise and demanding than Marile's. His initial enthusiasm gradually wanes. <img src="pic/jaiden3.gif" class="responsive-img"> "Good, good. I've seen worse. It's a very competitive market - you're worth including in the casual catalog, but you're not standing out. Let's try some high fashion dresses and add you to that catalog too." <img src="pic/jaiden2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> After another series of shots, he glances back at the wardrobe. "Let's do fitness modeling as well. The more categories, the better." He seems quite pleased with this series. "You stand out more in these shots. Your physique enhances the clothes rather than the other way around. I think we're getting closer to your niche. Let's try swimsuit modeling next." <img src="pic/jaiden4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[I'm not confortable with that|marile5a1][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[All right|marile5a2][$charisma to $charisma +0, $marile to "4"]]

"Are you certain?" Jayden asks, his tone a mix of professional skepticism and subtle condescension. "I've been in this industry for years, and frankly, your current portfolio might struggle to make an impact. The modeling world is brutally competitive." He leans back, studying you with a critical eye. "Your look is... serviceable. But 'serviceable' doesn't book jobs. You'll need something more distinctive to stand out." A pause, then a dismissive shrug. "But ultimately, it's your decision. I'm simply providing professional insight based on years of experience. Some models take the feedback, others don't. Your career trajectory is in your hands." <<link "I'm not doing swimwear (this put an end to your photo shoot)" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile100">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> [[All right|marile5a2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

He begin with one piece and progress to bikinis. "You look gorgeous, this is finally going somewhere." <img src="pic/jaiden5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Jayden reviews the swimsuit photos with a professional demeanor. "These shots are quite good," he says, his tone businesslike. "I think we've found a strong category for your portfolio." <img src="pic/jaiden6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He turns to you "I'd like to suggest adding lingerie shots to round out your portfolio. It's a lucrative market, much larger and better paying than swimwear." [[I'm not confortable with that|marile5b1][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[All right|marile5b2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

"Are you certain?" Jayden asks, his tone a mix of professional skepticism and subtle condescension. "Frankly, your current portfolio might make an impact or not at this point." A pause, then a dismissive shrug. "But ultimately, it's your decision." <<link "I'm not doing lingerie (this put an end to your photo shoot)" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile200">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> [[All right|marile5b2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

"Here are the pieces I've selected. Let me know if you need any adjustments, they need to fit perfectly to look good." You start with the nightgown pieces and gradually move to the more revealing ones, adding laces and thiner fabric to the mix. <img src="pic/jaiden7.png" class="responsive-img"> Throughout the shoot, Jayden maintains a professional demeanor, giving clear, directions. At the end of the session, Jayden review the shots with you. "See? This is your casual look, nothing special, you can find this in many magazines or on websites. But this is good." Showing a pricture of you in nothing but a lacy pushup bra, panties, thigh high and heels. You must admit, you look hot and sexy, but that was not the kind of shoot you expected at first. <img src="pic/jaiden8.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You know what, let's do a couple of nude shoots, for body cream, shower shampoing publicity, you know, that kind of things. It's really an asset because we can overlay anything over your body and see what it looks like before the shoot." [[I'm not confortable with that|marile5c1][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[All right|marile5c2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

"Please don't be a difficult model." Jayden asks, his tone a mix of professional skepticism and subtle condescension. "I'm a professional and we have already gone so far, I've seen so many women naked it doesn't even faze me." A pause, then a dismissive shrug. "But ultimately, it's your career." <<link "I'm not doing nude (this put an end to your photo shoot)" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile300">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> [[All right|marile5b2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

"Alright, you're gonna go far with a good attitude," Jayden explains professionally, "Naked shooting is quite specialized, it's mostly intended for photoshoping down the line. Or sometime for silhouette, even for shower scene where a piece of glass or some steam hide the bare minimum." He demonstrates the proper positioning. "You need to make the pose natural, you don't know what will be overlapped on your body." Jayden carefully adjusts the lighting and background. "We'll focus on different poses - each with a specific purpose. For instance, if you have your hands behind your head like that, it could be use for shampoing as it look like your are washing your hair." He begins photographing from various angles, providing clear instructions. "Keep your body relaxed. The key is to look natural yet refined." <img src="pic/jaiden9.png" class="responsive-img"> After the session, he lean back, looking at the entire collection of pictures. "It's getting late, I'm free tomorrow during the day, so I'll create a portfolio for you, hopefully you will get some offers." He shakes your hand before walking out with you. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile6">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+10>><</link>>

You call the photograph who answer after a while. "Hey hum, I know this is not whant to hear but I don't have any contract for you. If you want to expand the catalog, you can meet me at the studio to do a swimwear shoot. Hopefully this will help catch a client interest. What do you think?" <<link "No thanks" $return>> <</link>> [[All right|marile5a2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

You call the photograph who answer after a while. "Hey hum, I know this is not whant to hear but I had plenty of contracts but nothing for you yet. If you want to expand the catalog, you can meet me at the studio to do a lingerie shoot. It's a good market with less competion than regular modeling. What do you think?" <<link "No thanks" $return>> <</link>> [[All right|marile5b2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

You call the photograph who answer after a while. "Hey hum, I'm currently on a contract so I'll tell you straight, there's no job for you yet. If you want to make you catalog more attractive, you can meet me at the studio in an hour for a nude shoot. Please choose fast, I'm working." <<link "No thanks" $return>> <</link>> [[All right|marile5c2][$charisma to $charisma +0]]

"Oh, hey hi hum... I have a contract offer for you. You are not the client first choice but the girls he selected turned the offer down so he enventually accepted to give a newby a chance." He pause. "You see, this is one of those semi-erotic magazine. They want lingerie shots, holding the undone bras with your hand, whole nude body side double page pictures, this kind of stuff. Nothing pornographic mind you." He sight. "I know this may not be for everyone, but the safe for work market is saturated and you have to make a name for yourself. What do you say?" <<link "Hard pass" $return>> <</link>> [[All right (Budget +5)|marile6a][$money to $money+5]]

The studio is fully set up when you enter the building. "Alright, here some oil, it will make you skin just right under this light. I have the lingerie in order here. So we have the black balcony bras, and we go in order until the red lace. As you see, this will be a long shoot, let's get started." As describe, he ask you to take suggestive poses in various level of undress, but he never ask you to spread your legs or fondle yourself. Jayden happen to be quite professional. In fact, he act the same with you clothed or not. <img src="pic/jaiden10.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Good, I'll compile everything and send it to the client, here your pay." <img src="pic/jaiden11.png" class="responsive-img"> You look at the cash and realize you would have to work like this everyday to make a living wage. "That's standard rate for erotica, it's already more than you would get for regular clothing modeling. The job seems glamorous, but it's like any other 9 to 5 for the pros, less than 1% makes it to the major league or become actress." He scratch the back of his head. "Really, if you want more, there's daily contracts with double the pay if you do porn. But I don't want you to think you have to. You can keep modeling on the side a couple of hours a month no problem." <<link "Porn is not for me, I'm going to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile700">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+10>><</link>> [[Let's add porn to my portfolio|marile6a1][$corruption to $corruption +20]]

"You need to do lewd acts in front of the camera. Wait, I'm going to open the mall in the wardrobe. It contains our most spicy accessories." He pulls out a key and unlocks the treasure chest of sex toys. The interior is lined with soft red velvet, and an array of sleek, shiny, and vibrantly colored instruments of pleasure lay before you. Vibrators, dildos, restraints, and other exotic devices promise untold delights. "We'll start with something easy, just masturbate for the camera." With a nod, you settle into a comfortable position, your body already tingling with anticipation. You begin to touch yourself teasingly, starting with gentle caresses that slowly become more urgent. Your breaths grow ragged, and you moan softly, lost in the sensation of your own touch. He watches intently, his eyes narrowing as he studies your performance. <img src="pic/jaiden12.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You see this camera? It's the eye of our clients, if you don't present it to the camera properly, they can't see shit. You have to show everything you can, all in a very delimited frame. Try to position your hand in a way to hide less. Much better, now angle your body so the breasts are on full display. Great, but you should fondle your boobs in a way to show volume. Massage them from the side, or pinch the tits without hiding them." Following his instructions, you adjust your position, ensuring that the camera captures every intimate detail. You cup your breasts, lifting and caressing them, showcasing their fullness. Your fingers dance across your skin, teasing your nipples into taut peaks. The camera captures every movement, every expression, as you learn to present yourself with confidence and allure. <img src="pic/jaiden14.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He hands you a wrapped pink semi-transparent dildo, the slim, elegant shape alluring and inviting. "Solo with toy is next. We do oral first, show me how much you love sucking cocks." You unwrap the dildo, the cool silicone smooth and enticing. You take it in your mouth, sliding your lips over the length, mimicking the act of deep-throating. Your head bobs up and down, your tongue swirling around the shaft. He watches, his breathing growing heavier as you put on a show. <img src="pic/jaiden15.png" class="responsive-img"> "That's good, you have enthusiasm, but you need more. You need to focus on the slut inside you, reconnect with your primal need for sex. Every man must look at that picture and think; I wish that was my dick." His instruction helps a bit, but it's mostly Marile teaching carrying you through this shoot. Despite not feeling especially aroused, you manage to fake it, and eventually integrate the sluttiness you present. So much so, you now find pleasure when acting like a tramp. Your movements become more fluid, your moans more genuine, as you lose yourself in the performance. Jayden is very pleased with your progress. "Good lord, we may have found your true calling. Put it on the ground and ride it back to me, good, now turn your head so you can look at me. Stop thinking and follow my instructions, focus on the camera, your body, and most importantly cocks. Huse your hands to spread your ass... Good, show me you like it, show me you want it filled too." <img src="pic/jaiden16.jpg" class="responsive-img"> This was just one of the positions, under his guidance you do many more, like laying on your back and pounding yourself with both hands on the dildo. Or laying on all four with your tits jiggling for the camera and a hand pushing the dildo in your ass. You stop thinking of yourself as a person, you are a puppet and Jayden knows best, the quality of a picture is proportional to the inverse of how much you think about it. You repeat the operation with a couple more toys. The sensations are overwhelming, each toy designed to push your limits, to draw out the most primal, visceral responses. You're lost in a haze of pleasure and performance, your body moving instinctively to the camera's demands. <img src="pic/jaiden17.png" class="responsive-img"> "Well, that's all we could do, it's best to had real sex to the portfolio, but I'm not going to pay another model." [[This will have to do then|marile6b2][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[Can't you do it?|marile6b1][$corruption to $corruption +10]]

You call the photograph who answer after a while. "Hey hum, I don't have any contract for you, it may take a while before I do. If you want work baddly, we could always add porn to your portfolio." <<link "No thanks" $return>> <</link>> [[Meet him at the studio and ask him how to add porn to your portfolio|marile6a1][$corruption to $corruption +20]]

"Well, there's always the option of doing it myself, but I have to take pictures, we would have to do close up only or use the timer. But it's better than nothing." He offer is open hand. "If my help interest you, you also have to choose if you want to do protected or not? It's usually expected to film without protection and instead rely on screening and other means of protection. The industry migrated to places where rubber is not required by law for filming in the last few years." <<link "I'm not doing porn with you, let's end the photo shoot here" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile7">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> [[With protection|marile6c2][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[Without protection|marile6c1][$corruption to $corruption +10]]

"Well, yes but I have to take pictures, we'll have to do close up only or use the timer. But it's better than nothing." He remove his jeans. "Ok, you want to do protected or not? It's usually expected to film without protection and instead rely on screening and other means of protection. The industry migrated to places where rubber is not required by law for filming in the last few years." [[With protection|marile6c2][$charisma to $charisma +0]] [[Without protection|marile6c1][$corruption to $corruption +10]]

He's already a tad hard, under his professionnalism, you're a bit happy to know he's not insensible to your charms. You jerk him up and follow his instructions to have your face nicely visible to the camera. <img src="pic/jaiden18.gif" class="responsive-img"> He has you suck his dick and take POV pictures and close-ups. On some of the pictures, he makes sure to show strings of saliva going from his manhood to your mouth, capturing the raw, intimate nature of the act. Once satisfied, he has you lay down so he can fuck your needy pussy before switching up for all four and then cowgirl front and back. <img src="pic/jaiden19.jpg" class="responsive-img"> That's when he abruptly stops and sets his camera on a tripod and sets the timer to take pictures automatically. He returns and as you start with a blowjob again and follow the list of positions you already did, sometimes returning you to a designated place to make sure the action is in focus. <img src="pic/jaiden20.gif" class="responsive-img"> "Ok, now for the money shot, you're going to take the rubber and at my signal empty it in your mouth like it's the most delicious thing ever. The cum play is one of the most valuable moments in porn and you often have only one chance at it."<<set $finalmarile to 1>> <<link "I'm not doing this, let's end the photo shoot here" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile7">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> [[Alright, let's do it|marile6c3][$corruption to $corruption +10]]

He's already a tad hard, under his professionnalism, you're a bit happy to know he's not insensible to your charms. You jerk him up and follow his instructions to have your face nicely visible to the camera. <img src="pic/jaiden18.gif" class="responsive-img"> He has you suck his dick and take POV pictures and close-ups. On some of the pictures, he makes sure to show strings of saliva and precum going from his manhood to your mouth, capturing the raw, intimate nature of the act. Once satisfied, he has you lay down so he can fuck your needy pussy before switching up for all four and then cowgirl front and back. <img src="pic/jaiden19.jpg" class="responsive-img"> That's when he abruptly stops and sets his camera on a tripod and sets the timer to take pictures automatically. He returns and as you start with a blowjob again and follow the list of positions you already did, sometimes returning you to a designated place to make sure the action is in focus. <img src="pic/jaiden20.gif" class="responsive-img"> "Ok, now for the money shot, your gonna blow me and at my signal, you let go and take a facial. That's one of the most valuable moments in porn and you often have only one chance at it." He grabs the camera and makes sure you understand. The action resumes and you apply yourself, feeling him getting closer and closer until... "Now" You remove your hands and make sure your face is fully visible as he shoots several loads over your face. The warm liquid spreads across your skin, a mark of your success. He then takes a moment to recover and takes a few pictures of your glazed face before allowing you to use a rag. <img src="pic/jaiden22.gif" class="responsive-img"> "Perfect, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a contract by tomorrow, you were born for this kind of job. Now go home and rest while I prepare the portfolio."<<set $finalmarile to 1>> <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile7">><<set $sex to $sex+1>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>>

He grabs the camera, his hands steady and confident as he makes sure you understand the procedure. The air is thick with tension and anticipation, the room filled with the scent of sex and desire. He positions himself, the camera poised to capture every intimate detail. The action resumes on his signal, and you make sure to look absolutely delighted. Your eyes sparkle with a mix of lust and eagerness, your lips parted in an inviting smile. You lean forward, your tongue darts out to wet your lips, ready to receive the offering. He signals, and you swiftly open the used preservative, tilting your head back to ensure every drop is captured. The salty, warm liquid flows from the rubber to your waiting mouth, a slow, sensual pour that he captures in vivid detail. You savor the taste, your eyes fluttering closed as you relish the moment, your expression one of pure bliss and contentment. <img src="pic/jaiden21.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He steps back, his breath heavy, as he takes a moment to take a few pictures, ensuring that every angle is perfect. The camera clicks, freezing the moment, capturing your face flushed with satisfaction, your lips glistening with the remnants of the act. "Perfect, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a contract by tomorrow, you were born for this kind of job. Now go home and rest while I prepare the portfolio." <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile7">><<set $body to $body+0>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><<set $sex to $sex+1>><</link>><<set $finalmarile to 1>>

"I have a contract for you, vanilla scene with a single man. Blowjob, penetration, facial, the regular. Are you coming?" <<link "No thanks" $return>> <</link>> [[Sure (Budget +6+Sex+Charisma) |marile7a1][$corruption to $corruption +10,$money to $money+6+$sex+$charisma]]

The scene goes on as expected, you are paid and make it home with the sentiment of a job well done. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <<set $marilep to "marile7">><<set $finalmarile to 1>><<set $sex to $sex+1>><<set $corruption to $corruption+0>><</link>> <img src="pic/jaiden23.gif" class="responsive-img">

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w2d5e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w2d5e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w2d5e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w2d5e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w2d5e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> <<link "Get a shift at the Nine Lives Club" $dancep>> <</link>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w2d5e">> <<set $day = "w2d6dream">>

Just your average day at college. <<if $amanda gte 4>> At the end of philosophy class, Amanda asks you to stay behind for a moment. Once everyone else has left, she approaches you. <img src="pic/chan.png" class="responsive-img"> "Hey, if anything I say makes you uncomfortable, just stop me, but... Looking at your homework, I noticed your answers are similar to what I would have written. It gave me the feeling that you might have submissive tendencies too. I know how difficult it can be to find a good Top or Master—it took me years to find one who isn’t just an asshole. My Master has asked me to find another woman for him to, well, enjoy. This could be an entry point into the scene for you. Even if you’re not interested in my Master, we attend events where I could introduce you to other people. Here’s my number if you’d like to accept the invitation. I’d be happy to introduce you to my Master and help you explore this side of yourself. By the way, a yes or a no will not affect your score at all. Well, see you another time!" And with that, she head to her office. <</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|foodw2d5e][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|2d6a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|2d6a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|2d6a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|2d6a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|2d6a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|2d6a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|2d6n][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|2d6n][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|2d6n][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|2d6n][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|2d6n][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|2d6n][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w2d6e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w2d6e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w2d6e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w2d6e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w2d6e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|2d7a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|2d7a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|2d7a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|2d7a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|2d7a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|2d7a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|2d7f][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|2d7f][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|2d7f][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|2d7f][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|2d7f][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|2d7f][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w2d7e">> <<set $day = "w3d1d">> <<if $clark == 1>><<set $clark to 2>><</if>>

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w2d7e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w2d7e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w2d7e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w2d7e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w2d7e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Just your average day at college. <<if $clark == 0>> [[Ask Dr. Clark if you can meet him in his office about your psychological issues|psychologyspecial][$clark to 1]]<</if>><<if $clark == 2>> Clark tells you the paperwork is ready and you can meet him anytime you want in the evening.<<set $clark = 3>><<set $clarkp to "clark1">><</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|3d1f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|3d1f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|3d1f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|3d1f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|3d1f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|3d1f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <<set $return to "3d1m">> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your hand instinctively moving to the back of your neck. You explain you had some kind of psychological issue for a while. Memory lapses and more. <img src="pic/clark2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Dr. Clark leans forward slightly, his brow furrowing. "You see," he begins, his voice measured and professional, "such lapses in memory could potentially indicate more complex issues. For instance, it might suggest dissociative tendencies, or in rare cases, even point towards a multiple identity disorder. Certain medications or substances can also induce similar effects." He pauses, allowing the information to sink in. "I want to emphasize that nothing in the standard hypnotic induction I performed should have caused temporary amnesia." Dr. Clark's gaze remains steady, his eyes searching yours for any flicker of comprehension. He leans back slightly, his posture softening as he transitions from professor to concerned professional. "I believe it's crucial that we investigate this matter further," he says, his tone both gentle and authoritative. "Your experience today was quite atypical, and it's important that we understand the underlying causes." He pauses, allowing you to process his words before continuing. "I should inform you that in addition to my role as a professor, I'm also a licensed clinical psychologist. Given the unusual nature of your response, I'd like to propose something." Dr. Clark folds his hands on the desk, his expression serious. "I run research projects and publish works on psychological phenomenom. If you're willing, I'd like to include you in my studies. This would involve a series of sessions, including further controlled hypnosis attempts, cognitive assessments, and therapeutic discussions." He emphasizes, "Participation would be entirely voluntary and free of charge since we are backed by the school research program. It will take some time to ask for approval and get the paperwork ready. Give me a call after school next monday if you are interested. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to think it over carefully." <<link "Go back to class" $return>> <</link>><<set $clark = 1>>

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d1e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d1e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d1e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d1e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d1e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w3d1e">> <<set $day = "w3d2d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|3d2pe][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|3d2pe][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|3d2pe][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|3d2pe][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|3d2pe][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|3d2pe][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

When you enter the PE class, a variety of club activities are displayed. Some students have already selected the most desirable options. The walking module remains the least popular choice, while the tennis club filled up with some eager participants. As expected, the cheerleading module has attracted the highest number of girls. [[Select walking|3d2pej][$pejob = 1]] <<if $pescore gte 3>>[[Select basketball|3d2pej][$pejob = 2]]<</if>> <<if $pescore gte 5>>[[Select cheerleading|3d2pej][$pejob = 3]]<</if>> <img src="pic/gymnasium.png" class="responsive-img">

<<if $pejob == 1>>Ross stand before the group, distributing maps with an enthusiastic smile. "Welcome to today's walking expedition, everyone!". <img src="pic/ross.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Anny will be your group leader," he announced, "and here's today's detailed itinerary. Best of luck!" Scanning the planned route, you initially thought the track seemed manageable. Nothing too challenging, you presumed. "Let's move out!" Anny called, signaling the start of the trek. <img src="pic/walking.png" class="responsive-img"> The reality quickly diverged from expectations. As the group entered the forested terrain, the landscape transformed dramatically. Jagged rocks, uneven ground, and steep inclines replaced the anticipated smooth path. What had seemed like a simple walk now revealed itself as a genuine outdoor challenge. The group's pace, dictated by its slowest members, turned the expedition into more of a social stroll than an intense workout. Conversations flowed more freely than calories burned, and the hiking momentum became secondary to casual chatter. By the time they returned to the gymnasium, the "walking club" had been more about camaraderie than cardiovascular training. [[Go home|w3d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 2>>Ross gathered the team, his voice commanding attention. "Listen up, team. This semester is crucial for our qualification. We have three preparatory games starting next week, leading into next semester's main season." He distributed basketballs and continued, "I'll be checking on other groups, but I'm nominating Gwen as team captain. She's had by far the best score." <img src="pic/basket1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The practice session unfolded with intensity. Players split into two groups, engaging in dynamic drills: The afternoon unfolds with a group basketball practice, learning dribbling, passes and throwing techniques. As the training intensity wanes and daylight diminishes, players assess their performance, creating a natural hierarchy within the team with talented and committed players on top. Teammates transition to post-practice routines, with some heading to the showers while others change and prepare to depart. [[Go home|w3d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 3>>The gymnasium buzzed with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers and the distant hum of chatter as the new recruits gathered nervously on the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with anticipation, a mix of excitement and anxiety palpable among the group. Ross stepped forward, introducing a woman who appeared barely older than the average student. "This is Coach Daria," he announced, his voice carrying authority. "She was once in your shoes and will train you to become the best cheerleaders you can be." Turning to her, he added, "I'm leaving them in your hands." <img src="pic/cheer1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Welcome, ladies," Coach Daria began, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the murmurs. "Today marks the beginning of your journey as cheerleaders. This isn’t just about pom-poms and smiles. It’s about discipline, teamwork, and pushing yourselves beyond what you think you’re capable of. Understood?" A chorus of "Yes, Coach!" rang out, though some voices wavered slightly. You glanced at the other girls, some of whom looked like they’d been born ready, while others seemed nervous, their uncertainty written across their faces. "First things first," Coach Daria continued, "we’ll start with the basics. Stretching, posture, and the foundational cheers." The next hour was a blur of stretching routines, basic arm motions, and learning the rhythm of a simple cheer. Your muscles burned, and your throat felt raw from shouting. Yet, the energy in the room was infectious, and even the girls who had seemed intimidating at first were now laughing and encouraging each other. By the end of the session, you were exhausted but exhilarated. Daria wrapped things up with a few final words. "For the preseason, we’ll continue training on dances next week. The following week, we’ll focus on basic lifts, and for the final week, you'll cheer for one of the finalist basketball teams againts the second group of cheerleading recruits. Before you go, remember to stretch every day to prevent injuries." As you walked out of the gym, the sun cast a golden glow over the school, a fitting end to the first day of what promised to be an unforgettable journey. [[Go home|w3d2f][]]<</if>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w3d2e">> <<set $day = "w3d3d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|3d3f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|3d3f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|3d3f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|3d3f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|3d3f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|3d3f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d3e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d3e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d3e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d3e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d3e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d2e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d2e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d2e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d2e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d2e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w3d3e">> <<set $day = "w3d4d">>

Just your average day at college. <<if $marile == 0>>After English class, you notice a sticky note attached to one of your papers. It reads: "I can't stand seeing you struggle with your femininity like this. The way you speak, the way you carry yourself—it still feels so masculine. You need guidance, a feminine mentor. Let me teach you outside of class how to embrace being a proper woman. Trust me, you won’t regret it! Here’s my number. Call me!" The note isn’t signed, but you’re almost certain it’s from Marile. <<set $marile to 1>><</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|3d4com][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|3d4com][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|3d4com][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|3d4com][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|3d4com][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|3d4com][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

This is your computer class, you know full well what happened last time, maybe you want to take measures? <<set $davep to "w3d4f">> [[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh][$corruption to $corruption+20]] [[Turn the pc off|3d4comn][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<if $dave lt 4>><<if $intel gte 8>>[[Use your hacking skills to prepare a counter|3d4comd][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<</if>><</if>> <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d4e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d4e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d4e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d4e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d4e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|w3d5f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|w3d5f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|w3d5f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|w3d5f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|w3d5f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|w3d5f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen|w3d5e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta|w3d5e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza|w3d5e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish|w3d5e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d5e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w3d6a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w3d6a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w3d6a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w3d6a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w3d6a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w3d6a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w3d6n][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w3d6n][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w3d6n][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w3d6n][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w3d6n][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w3d6n][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d6e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d6e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d6e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d6e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d6e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w3d7a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w3d7a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w3d7a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w3d7a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w3d7a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w3d7a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w3d7f][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w3d7f][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w3d7f][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w3d7f][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w3d7f][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w3d7f][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w3d7e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w3d7e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w3d7e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w3d7e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w3d7e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w3d7e">> <<set $day = "w4d1d">> <<if $clark == 1>><<set $clark to 2>><</if>>

Just your average day at college. <<if $clark == 0>> [[Ask Dr. Clark if you can meet him in his office about your psychological issues|psychologyspecial][$clark to 1]]<</if>><<if $clark == 2>> Clark tells you the paperwork is ready and you can meet him anytime you want in the evening.<<set $clark = 3>><<set $clarkp to "clark1">><</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|4d1f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|4d1f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|4d1f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|4d1f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|4d1f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|4d1f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <<set $return to "4d1m">> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d1e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d1e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d1e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d1e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d1e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w4d1e">> <<set $day = "w4d2d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|4d2pe][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|4d2pe][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|4d2pe][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|4d2pe][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|4d2pe][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|4d2pe][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d2e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d2e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d2e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d2e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d2e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w4d2e">> <<set $day = "w4d3d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|4d3f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|4d3f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|4d3f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|4d3f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|4d3f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|4d3f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d3e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d3e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d3e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d3e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d3e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w4d3e">> <<set $day = "w4d4d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|4d4com][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|4d4com][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|4d4com][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|4d4com][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|4d4com][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|4d4com][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

This is your computer class, you know full well what happened last time, maybe you want to take measures? <<set $davep to "w4d4f">> <<if $dave lte 3>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh][$corruption to $corruption+20]]<<else>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh2][$school to $school+1]]<</if>> [[Turn the pc off|3d4comn][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<if $dave lt 4>><<if $intel gte 8>>[[Use your hacking skills to prepare a counter|3d4comd][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<</if>><</if>> <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d4e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d4e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d4e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d4e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d4e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|w4d5f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|w4d5f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|w4d5f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|w4d5f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|w4d5f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|w4d5f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen|w4d5e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta|w4d5e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza|w4d5e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish|w4d5e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d5e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w4d6a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w4d6a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w4d6a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w4d6a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w4d6a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w4d6a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w4d6n][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w4d6n][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w4d6n][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w4d6n][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w4d6n][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w4d6n][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d6e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d6e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d6e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d6e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d6e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w4d7a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w4d7a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w4d7a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w4d7a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w4d7a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w4d7a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w4d7f][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w4d7f][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w4d7f][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w4d7f][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w4d7f][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w4d7f][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w4d7e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w4d7e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w4d7e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w4d7e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w4d7e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w4d7e">> <<set $day = "w5d1d">> <<if $clark == 1>><<set $clark to 2>><</if>>

Just your average day at college. <<if $clark == 0>> [[Ask Dr. Clark if you can meet him in his office about your psychological issues|psychologyspecial][$clark to 1]]<</if>><<if $clark == 2>> Clark tells you the paperwork is ready and you can meet him anytime you want in the evening.<<set $clark = 3>><<set $clarkp to "clark1">><</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|5d1f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|5d1f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|5d1f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|5d1f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|5d1f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|5d1f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <<set $return to "5d1m">> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d1e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d1e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d1e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d1e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d1e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w5d1e">> <<set $day = "w5d2d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|5d2pe][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|5d2pe][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|5d2pe][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|5d2pe][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|5d2pe][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|5d2pe][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

<<if $pejob == 1>>Anny stood before the group, her voice clear and confident. "I have today's itinerary prepared. Let's move out!" she called, signaling the start of their hiking expedition. The group's dynamics quickly revealed themselves as more social than athletic. Their pace, carefully modulated to accommodate the slowest hikers, transformed the trek into a leisurely social gathering rather than an intense workout. Conversations meandered as freely as the trail, with camaraderie taking precedence over cardiovascular intensity. <img src="pic/walking.png" class="responsive-img"> This approach mirrors common group hiking experiences, where social connection often becomes the primary goal. As one hiking enthusiast noted, group hikes are about "forging connections and sharing memorable moments with fellow adventurers". By the time they returned to the gymnasium, it was clear that today's walking club had prioritized friendship and shared experience over physical training. [[Go home|w5d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 2>>This is your second match with the Eagles. <<if $body lte 4>>You are deployed as shooting guard as a defense specialist with a very short rotation.<<else>>You are deployed as small forward, an all rounder wing player.<</if>> Gwen designate herself as point guard once again, and loose the tip-off, falling in a defensive tempo right away. The team is 6 points behind after only a minute into the game. The score remain tight, with both teams trading baskets and displaying exceptional offensive strategies. By halftime, the scoreboard read 46-32 in favor of your opponents. The climb is slow and steady in the second half as the wind turn. <img src="pic/basket3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> With three minutes remaining, Gwen return on the field determined to finally even the scoreboard. <<if $body lte 4>>With 15 seconds remaining, the score is tied, you receive the ball and see an oppening, you throw and... Miss. Gwen would land the winning shot in overtime. In the post-game talk, the team mostly agree with Gwen choice to let you play as little as possible. You didn't do much to stop the attackers of the opposite team.<<else>><<if $body lte 6>>With 15 seconds remaining, the score is tied, you receive the ball and see an opening, but Gwen would score more easily, you make the pass and she land the winning shot. In the post-game talk, the team agree you played well and may have found your niche on the field.<<else>>With 15 seconds remaining, the score is tied, you receive the ball and see an opening, Gwen would score more easily, but you know you are the better shot, you lob the ball and land the winning shot. In the post-game talk, the team agree you played very well and you would make a valuable center player.<</if>><</if>> [[Go home|w5d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 3>>Coach Daria stood at the front of the gym, her arms crossed and a steely determination etched across her face. The murmurs of the recruits faded as her sharp voice sliced through the air. "Alright, ladies," she began, her tone firm yet encouraging. "Today, we’re diving into one of the most critical—and demanding—aspects of cheerleading: lifts. This is where trust, strength, and precision intersect. It’s not just about raw power; it’s about synergy. If you don’t trust each other, this won’t work. Understood?" A chorus of "Yes, Coach!" rippled through the gym, though a few voices trembled with uncertainty. The recruits exchanged glances—some nodding with resolve, others fidgeting nervously, their sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. "First," Coach Daria continued, her gaze sweeping across the group, "we’ll break down the basics. A successful lift relies on three key roles: the *base*, the *flyer*, and the *spotter*. The base provides the foundation and strength to lift the flyer. The flyer needs to stay tight, confident, and balanced—typically the lightest member of the group. And the spotter? Their job is to ensure safety and provide support. Every role is essential. Got it?" Another round of "Yes, Coach!" echoed, this time with more conviction. "Good. Let’s start with the basics—the *thigh stand*. It’s the simplest lift, but it’s the foundation for everything else." She gestured to four recruits. "You, you, you, and you—you’re up. The rest of you, watch closely and learn." <img src="pic/cheer3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The selected group stepped forward, one taking the role of the flyer, two as bases, and a fourth as the spotter. Coach Daria guided them with precision, her voice steady and commanding. "Bases, stand shoulder-width apart, knees bent, and lock your hands together to create a stable platform. Flyer, place your hands on their shoulders for balance. On my count, step onto their thighs—one foot at a time—and stay tight. Spotter, keep your eyes on the flyer and be ready to step in if needed." The gym fell silent, the tension palpable as the group prepared for the lift. The flyer stepped onto the bases’ thighs, wobbling slightly before steadying herself. The bases grunted under the weight but held firm, their faces set with determination. "Good," Coach Daria said, nodding approvingly. "Flyer, keep your core tight and your weight centered. Bases, stay strong and controlled. Spotter, stay close but don’t crowd, are you ready?" "Yea...Yeah" Said the girl unsure what this was about. Then Daria pushed the flyer in the spotter arms who cushioned the fall. "As you see, this is safe as long as the spotter does his job. You will fall, this is part of the learning experience, and if you don't, just let yourself fall. This will build trust in the spotter and teach you how to react. Everyone else, pair up and give it a try." The recruits quickly broke into groups of four, each taking turns as flyers, bases, and spotters. The gym buzzed with energy—encouraging shouts, bursts of laughter, and the occasional thud as a lift faltered. Coach Daria moved between the groups, her sharp eyes catching every detail. She offered quick corrections, her voice a mix of encouragement and authority. "Trust your bases, flyers! They’ve got you," she called out. "Bases, communicate with each other. If something feels off, say it. And spotters, don’t just stand there—be proactive. Your job is to prevent falls, not just watch them happen." As the session progressed, the recruits began to find their rhythm. The initial awkwardness gave way to a growing sense of confidence and trust. Flyers learned to stay tight and balanced, bases discovered the importance of timing and strength, and spotters became more alert and engaged. Once the thigh stand was mastered, Coach Daria introduced more advanced techniques, demonstrating how to stand on hands and shoulders, and more importantly, dismount safely. Her instructions were clear and methodical, ensuring everyone understood the mechanics before attempting the moves. By the end of the session, the recruits were exhausted but exhilarated. Coach Daria gathered them for a final debrief, her voice softer now but still laced with authority. "Great work today, ladies. You’ve taken your first steps into the world of lifts, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come. But remember, this is just the beginning. Next week, you’ll make your first official cheering appearance. Those who show the most promise will have priority for next semester’s squad during the sports season." As the recruits filed out of the gym, you remember the rumors that had been swirling all day. After practice, there was going to be a special team meeting in the changing room. As the final drills wrapped up, the girls exchanged knowing glances and hushed whispers, making sure no one slipped out early. The air was thick with curiosity and excitement. Once everyone was inside, the door clicked shut, and the chatter died down. One of the girls, Sarah, stood up on a bench, holding a piece of paper in her hand. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked around the room. "Alright, listen up!" she announced, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "We’ve got the results of the basketball qualifications. Guess what? We’re cheering for the Lions next week!" A wave of gasps and cheers erupted, the sound bouncing off the lockers. The Lions were the school’s most celebrated aspiring team, and cheering for them was a big deal. The girls high-fived and hugged, their excitement palpable. "Who will they be againts?" "The Falcons" The cheers died down, theses guys are no jokes, that team is as good if not better than the Lions, they would be the college favorite if they didn't get in trouble every other day. But then, Mia, one of the quieter members of the team, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Okay, but what’s the *real* reason we’re all here? Spill it, Sarah." Sarah grinned, her tone turning playful. "Alright, fine. Since we’re all here… It is customary, not that you have too, you can say no, to provide additionnal cheering to your team in the guy locker room if they win, if you know what I mean. The guys gave a list of all the girls they are interested in, it's now for us to decide who we want to be with and if we want to." The room exploded into laughter and chatter as the girls immediately launched into debate. Names were thrown around, opinions heatedly defended, and a few playful arguments broke out. "Come on, I'll take Jake! Have you seen his smile? I want him!" one girl insisted. "Jake? Seriously? Marcus is way hotter anyway—have you seen him during practice? He’s got that whole ‘mysterious vibe’ going on, I'll trade you Jake for Marcus anyday!" another annonce. Scouring the list with your eyes, it only appear once as the only pick from the Lions star player, Lorenzo. "Oh my god, that's so cute, he's so confident you'll accept and his team respect him so much your two names only appear together. He must really like you." The discussion grew more animated, with everyone chiming in and trading who they want to pair with. Some men have too much attention and who will be the lucky girl will have to be decided after the match. While other men are rejected by all women as the dregs of the team, maybe someone will give them a pity fuck when the time comes? Eventually, the attention turned to you. Sarah leaned in, her eyes twinkling. "Alright, you’ve been quiet. What about you, are you in?" The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on you, waiting for your answer. <<button 'No, I am not doing this'>><<replace "#replace" t8n>>The girls are bummed but won't force it on you. Some are already thinking of ways of getting Lorenzo for themselves. [[Go home|w5d2f][$lorenzo to 0]]<</replace>><</button>> <<button 'Yes, sounds like fun!'>><<replace "#replace" t8n>>The girls cheer on, happy to have you join this little team building activity. [[Go home|w5d2f][$lorenzo to 1]]<</replace>><</button>><</if>>

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d2e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d2e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d2e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d2e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d2e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w5d2e">> <<set $day = "w5d3d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|5d3f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|5d3f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|5d3f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|5d3f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|5d3f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|5d3f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d3e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d3e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d3e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d3e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d3e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w5d3e">> <<set $day = "w5d4d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|5d4com][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|5d4com][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|5d4com][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|5d4com][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|5d4com][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|5d4com][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

This is your computer class, you know full well what happened last time, maybe you want to take measures? <<set $davep to "w5d4f">> <<if $dave lte 3>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh][$corruption to $corruption+20]]<<else>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh2][$school to $school+1]]<</if>> [[Turn the pc off|3d4comn][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <<if $dave lt 4>><<if $intel gte 8>>[[Use your hacking skills to prepare a counter|3d4comd][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<</if>><</if>> <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d4e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d4e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d4e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d4e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d4e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|w5d5f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|w5d5f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|w5d5f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|w5d5f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|w5d5f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|w5d5f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen|w5d5e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta|w5d5e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza|w5d5e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish|w5d5e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d5e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w5d6a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w5d6a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w5d6a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w5d6a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w5d6a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w5d6a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w5d6n][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w5d6n][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w5d6n][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w5d6n][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w5d6n][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w5d6n][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d6e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d6e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d6e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d6e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d6e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Morning : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w5d7a][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w5d7a][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w5d7a][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w5d7a][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w5d7a][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w5d7a][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

Afternoon : [[Rest (+1 Energy)|w5d7f][$energy to $energy+1]] [[Workout (+1 Body)|w5d7f][$body to $body+1]] [[Study (+1 Brain)|w5d7f][$intel to $intel+1]] [[Play games (+1 Perception)|w5d7f][$perception to $perception+1]] [[Make faces in front of the mirror (+1 Charisma)|w5d7f][$charisma to $charisma+1]] [[Do homeworks (+1 College grade)|w5d7f][$school to $school+1]] <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w5d7e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w5d7e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w5d7e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w5d7e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w5d7e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w5d7e">> <<set $day = "w6d1d">> <<if $clark == 1>><<set $clark to 2>><</if>>

Just your average day at college. <<if $clark == 0>> [[Ask Dr. Clark if you can meet him in his office about your psychological issues|psychologyspecial][$clark to 1]]<</if>><<if $clark == 2>> Clark tells you the paperwork is ready and you can meet him anytime you want in the evening.<<set $clark = 3>><<set $clarkp to "clark1">><</if>> How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|6d1f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|6d1f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|6d1f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|6d1f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|6d1f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|6d1f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <<set $return to "6d1m">> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w6d1e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w6d1e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w6d1e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w6d1e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w6d1e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w6d1e">> <<set $day = "w6d2d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|6d2pe][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|6d2pe][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|6d2pe][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|6d2pe][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|6d2pe][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|6d2pe][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

<<if $pejob == 1>>Anny stood before the group, her voice clear and confident. "I have today's itinerary prepared. Let's move out!" she called, signaling the start of their hiking expedition. The group's dynamics quickly revealed themselves as more social than athletic. Their pace, carefully modulated to accommodate the slowest hikers, transformed the trek into a leisurely social gathering rather than an intense workout. Conversations meandered as freely as the trail, with camaraderie taking precedence over cardiovascular intensity. <img src="pic/walking.png" class="responsive-img"> This approach mirrors common group hiking experiences, where social connection often becomes the primary goal. As one hiking enthusiast noted, group hikes are about "forging connections and sharing memorable moments with fellow adventurers". By the time they returned to the gymnasium, it was clear that today's walking club had prioritized friendship and shared experience over physical training. [[Go home|w6d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 2>>This is the last qualification match for the Eagles, today you face the Titans and a victory would garantee the Eagles would see the regular season. <<if $body lte 4>>You are deployed as shooting guard as a defense specialist with a very short rotation.<<else>><<if $body lte 7>>You are deployed as small forward, an all rounder wing player.<<else>>You are deployed as the center, one of the most difficult position.<</if>><</if>> Gwen designate herself as point guard once again, and loose the tip-off, the Titans burst through your defences with explosive energy. Scoring again and again forcing a quick lineup ajustement. The new strategy leaves the Titans defense struggling as they are cut of from the offensive players. Refusing defeat, they adopt a more defensive lineup and by the half time, the score is tied. The second half start strong for the Eagles, but the Titans were keeping the A team in reserve for a formidable comeback. <<if $body lte 5>>You cannot do much, one moment the Titans player is in front and the next second he's behind you scoring. You have no idea how he does it. In the post-game talk, the team mostly agree your skill level was too low to expect you to stop the Titans attack.<<else>><<if $body lte 7>>You do your best, when the star player of the Titans pass you for the winning shot, you manage to touch the ball but fail to keep it under control. You gained a bit of time but the Eagles would loose in prolongation soon after you return to the bench. In the post-game talk, the team agree you played well and the Titans simply had too many good players.<<else>>You are on fire, when the star player of the Titans pass you for the winning shot, you manage to steal the ball and quickly go around the defensive players. You take the shot and score the winning point. In the post-game talk, the team hail you as the real MVP.<</if>><</if>> <img src="pic/basket4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Go home|w6d2f][]]<</if>><<if $pejob == 3>>The gymnasium buzzed with electric energy, the air thick with anticipation and the collective breath of a crowd on edge. The bleachers were a sea of eager faces—students, parents, and faculty—packed tightly together, their excited chatter creating a steady hum that reverberated off the vaulted ceilings. The mingling scents of buttery popcorn and the faint tang of sweat added to the charged atmosphere, a sensory reminder of the high stakes. Tonight was the debut performance for the new recruits, the final match for the basketball qualifications, and the pressure was palpable. In the corner of the changing room, Coach Daria stood with her arms crossed, her sharp, assessing gaze sweeping over her team. The recruits huddled together, their uniforms pristine, pom-poms gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Some faces glowed with excitement, while others were pale, betraying their nerves. Daria clapped her hands sharply, the sound cutting through the murmurs like a whip. "Listen up, ladies," she began, her voice firm and commanding. "This is it. Every drop of sweat, every hour of practice, every ounce of effort—it all leads to this moment. You’ve got the skills. You’ve got the trust in each other. Now, go out there and show them what you’re made of. This isn’t just about cheering—it’s about heart, passion, and leaving everything on that floor. Understood?" "Yes, Coach!" they replied in unison, their voices stronger now, infused with a newfound confidence. The announcer’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker, introducing the cheerleading teams. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as the recruits took their positions on the gym floor, pom-poms held high. The music kicked in, a pulsating, high-energy beat that seemed to electrify the air. The team launched into their routine with precision and flair. The opening moves were sharp and perfectly synchronized, the recruits moving as one cohesive unit. Their voices rang out, clear and powerful, as they chanted the cheers they’d rehearsed countless times. The crowd responded in kind, clapping and cheering along, their enthusiasm feeding the team’s growing energy. Then came the moment they’d been tirelessly preparing for—the lifts. The bases took their positions, their faces set with steely determination. The flyers stepped forward, their expressions a blend of intense focus and unwavering trust. As the music swelled, the first flyer was launched into the air, her body tight, poised, and perfectly balanced. The crowd gasped, then erupted into cheers as the lift held steady, a testament to the team’s hard work and unity. <img src="pic/cheer4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The announcer’s voice rang out again, this time introducing the basketball teams. The Lions and Falcons entered the gym to roaring applause as you flank the Lions and the second group of recruits file up for the Falcons. Your team moved into their second choreography, cheering on the Lions with infectious energy as the match was about to begin. Across the court, you caught the competitive glint in the eyes of the Falcons’ cheerleaders, their determination mirroring your own. When the ball was thrown into the air, signaling the start of the game, your team seized the opportunity to catch their breath. But there was no rest for long—every point scored by the Lions was met with a celebratory lift or a burst of choreographed energy, while every point conceded to the Falcons was countered with rallying cheers, urging the Lions to push harder. The gym was alive with motion, sound, and spirit, a dynamic interplay of athleticism and passion that kept the crowd on their feet. As the game progressed, the energy in the room only intensified. The cheerleaders’ routines became more daring, their cheers more fervent, and their connection with the crowd more electric. It wasn't only a match between the Lions and Falcons, the cheerleaders had another competition going. <img src="pic/cheer5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<if $lorenzo == 0>>Every time Lorenzo glances toward the cheerleaders, it’s as if a part of his energy drains away. He looks... sad. And without their star player at his best, the Lions begin to lose ground to the Falcons. What started as a close match slowly tilts in favor of the Falcons, who score basket after basket. As the final minutes tick down, there’s little cheer from your team and no hope of turning the game around. Triumphant, the Falcons' cheerleaders put on one final performance to celebrate their victory. Meanwhile, your team trudges to the locker room, heads hung low, exchanging hushed whispers. "Party’s canceled, girls." "It’s all her fault. Did you see Lorenzo? He’s completely crushed." "Shut up. He could’ve chosen anyone to replace her." You can’t help but imagine the Falcons celebrating with their cheerleaders in their locker room, reveling in their win. There’s no point dwelling on it now, though. The game is over. [[Go home|w6d2f][]]<<else>>Every time Lorenzo glances toward the cheerleaders, his weariness seems to melt away, replaced by a radiant happiness. <img src="pic/cheerlorenzo.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Energized by their star player’s unstoppable performance, the Lions steadily close the gap on the Falcons. What began as a tightly contested match gradually shifts in the Lions' favor as they sink basket after basket. By the time the final minutes tick away, the opposing cheerleaders have fallen silent, their spirits deflated, and any hope of a comeback has vanished. Triumphant, you and your squad deliver one final, electrifying performance to celebrate the Lions' victory—and, by extension, your own. Meanwhile, the rival cheerleaders shuffle off toward the locker room, their heads bowed low, exchanging muted whispers of disappointment. After basking in a final round of roaring applause, the team heads back to the girls' locker room. But once you’ve confirmed the coast is clear, you slip across to the men’s changing room. Inside, players and cheerleaders reunite, sharing congratulatory kisses and reveling in the sweet taste of victory. You find yourself face to face with Lorenzo, momentarily unsure of what to say. But he wastes no time, eager to claim his prize. With one hand firmly on your back and the other gripping your ass, he pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, pressing you against a locker. His lips trail lower, and looking over his shoulder, you catch sight of your fellow cheerleaders. The scene is wild—three of them are bent forward against the wall for the studs taking position, <img src="pic/cheerorgy.jpg" class="responsive-img"> while another lies on the bench, pleasuring two players, one with her mouth, another with her pussy. <img src="pic/cheerorgy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Yet another has positioned herself to straddle two men, with a third standing in front. <img src="pic/cheerorgy3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Everyone is lost in the heat of the moment, thoroughly enjoying themselves. But Lorenzo seems to have other plans for you. He guides you to your knees, and you happily oblige, eager to please. What he reveals is impressive, and you have plenty to work with. As you focus on him, your curiosity gets the better of you, and your eyes occasionally dart to the others, taking in the chaotic scene around you. One cheerleader is collecting used condoms and ties them to her clothes. Eventually, you glance up at Lorenzo, who seems to be growing restless, his mind clearly set on something new. <img src="pic/cheerblow.png" class="responsive-img"> "Stand up," he commands. You obey, and he takes the opportunity to slide your drenched underwears down, spinning you gently as he peels them off. He presses himself against your back, inhaling the scent of your hair as his hands roam your body. "Relax, and stay flexible," he murmurs. "I'm gonna lift you." You giggle nervously, unsure how he plans to manage it. But then he bends his knees, hooks his hands under your thighs, and effortlessly lifts you into the air. His arms slide under your knees, his hands cradling the back of your head. You’re grateful for your flexibility—few could handle such a position without a struggle. Lining up is dick with your tender holes isn't easy, but he manages and gives you a full-nelson fucking. the sheer intensity is enough to make you cum, but you're not sure you would want to do this everyday. Once Lorenzo shoot up is load inside your body, he gently control the rhythm to get the most out of his climax for the following minute before releasing you. <img src="pic/cheernelson.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Enjoy the orgy, I'm taking a shower." He barely acknowledges you now, you get the feeling this was a one-time thing for him. He hands over his condom to the girl collecting them, he must have put it on when he had your back. <img src="pic/cheercondom.jpg" class="responsive-img"> On the side of the action, you see the players who couldn't pair up eyeing the girls greedily as the more popular ones spend themselves and distance themselves from the sex party. <<button 'I am good with just Lorenzo'>><<replace "#replace" t8n>>You sit afar from the action to see Sarah approach the bench warmers, select the cutest one and grab his dick. he look like he just won the lottery, and maybe he did. He does everything he can to please her back, kissing her nipples, fingering her and even getting on his knees to lick her freshly fucked slit. She lay on the floor and invite him for a classic missionnary. He doesn't last long, maybe a dozen strokes? He has - had to be a virgin. She would regret choosing him, but another man is already waiting to take his place. She bask in the blissful moment, not caring who's fucking her right now. <img src="pic/cheersarah.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When She realize there's no more men to satisfy, she look around to see what you already saw, the girl collecting the used preservatives is making a dance. Her still warm stockpile of jizz bouncing around. Seeing the fucking as ended, she ask for a glass. There's not many around but there's plenty of water bottles. She pierces the rubbers with a hairpin and fills the recipient before making a show of herself downing the white liquid in one go. <img src="pic/cheercum.gif" class="responsive-img"> Soon after, the afternoon winds down as exhaustion sets in and lust is satiated. One by one, everyone heads to the showers to clean up, the energy of the night fading into a contented, sated calm. [[Go home|w6d2f][]]<</replace>><</button>> <<button 'Lorenzo was the warmup!'>><<replace "#replace" t8n>>You approach the bench warmers, select the cutest one and grab his dick. He looks like he just won the lottery, and maybe he did. He does everything he can to please you back, kissing your nipples, fingering you and even getting on his knees to lick your freshly fucked slit. It's not displeasing, but his lack of experience is showing, there must be a better way. You lay on the floor and invite him for a classic missionary. He doesn't last long, maybe a dozen strokes? He had to be a virgin. You would regret choosing him, but another man is already waiting to take his place. A girl head lays upside down next to you, it's Sarah. "You have to leave some for me!" She giggles as she grabs your hand. <img src="pic/cheerdouble.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Fucking men after men holding hand with Sarah laying opposite to you, you feel a link form between you. You turn toward her face to look at her again and she kisses you, and you naturally kiss back passionately. You're not sure who's fucking you right now, you just enjoy this blissful moment. When you realize there's no more men to satisfy, you break the kiss and look around, the girl collecting the used condoms is making a dance. Her still warm stockpile of jizz bouncing around. Seeing the fucking as ended, she asks for a glass. There's not many around but there's plenty of water bottles. She pierces the condoms with a hairpin and fills the recipient before making a show of herself downing the white liquid in one go. <img src="pic/cheercum.gif" class="responsive-img"> Soon after, the afternoon winds down as exhaustion sets in and lust is satiated. One by one, everyone heads to the showers to clean up, the energy of the night fading into a contented, sated calm. [[Go home|w6d2f][$corruption to $corruption+30]]<</replace>><</button>> <</if>> <</if>>

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w6d2e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w6d2e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w6d2e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w6d2e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w6d2e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w6d2e">> <<set $day = "w6d3d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|6d3f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|6d3f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|6d3f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|6d3f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|6d3f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|6d3f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w6d3e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w6d3e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w6d3e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w6d3e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w6d3e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

What shall you do with this evening? <<link "Go to the gym and meet Jimmy there" $jimmyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Percy" $percyp>> <</link>> <<link "Spend time with Ander" $anderp>> <</link>> <<link "Play video games" games1>> <</link>> <<link "Call Dr Ozawa" $ozawap>> <</link>> <<link "Call Jade" $jadep>> <</link>> <<if $amanda gte 4>><<link "Call Amanda" $chanp>> <</link>><<else>>==Call Amanda==<</if>> <<if $clark gte 3>><<link "Meet with Dr Clark" $clarkp>> <</link>><<else>>==Meet with Dr Clark==<</if>> <<if $marile == 1>><<link "Call Marile" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 4>><<link "Call Jayden" $marilep>> <</link>><</if>><<if $marile == 0>>==Call Marile==<</if>> Nine Lives Club is closed today <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $return to "w6d3e">> <<set $day = "w6d4d">>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|6d4com][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|6d4com][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|6d4com][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|6d4com][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|6d4com][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|6d4com][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

This is your computer class, you know full well what happened last time, maybe you want to take measures? <<if $dave lte 3>><<set $davep to "w6d4f">><<else>><<set $davep to "w6d4f0">><</if>> <<if $dave lte 3>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh][$corruption to $corruption+20]]<<else>>[[Wait and see if it happen again|3d4comh2][$school to $school+1]]<</if>> [[Turn the pc off|3d4comn][$corruption to $corruption+0]] <img src="pic/miller.jpg" class="responsive-img">

What will you eat for dinner today? [[Instant ramen (Budget+3)|w6d4e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta (Budget+2, Energy +1)|w6d4e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza (Budget+1, Energy +2)|w6d4e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish (Energy +3)|w6d4e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w6d4e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

Just your average day at college. How much effort do you want to put in your studies? [[Minimum (Free, average score -3)|w6d5f][$school to $school-3]] <<if $energy gte 1>>[[Not much (1 energy, average score -2)|w6d5f][$school to $school-2,$energy to $energy-1]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 2>>[[Average (2 energy, score -1)|w6d5f][$school to $school-1,$energy to $energy-2]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 3>>[[Good effort (3 energy, score +0)|w6d5f][$school to $school+0,$energy to $energy-3]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 4>>[[Work extra hard (4 energy, score +1)|w6d5f][$school to $school+1,$energy to $energy-4]]<</if>> <<if $energy gte 5>>[[Work super duper hard (5 energy, score +2)|w6d5f][$school to $school+2,$energy to $energy-5]]<</if>> <img src="pic/college.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You step into your apartment. What will you eat today? [[Instant ramen|w6d5e][$money to $money+3, $energy to $energy+0]] [[Pasta|w6d5e][$money to $money+2, $energy to $energy+1]] [[Pizza|w6d5e][$money to $money+1, $energy to $energy+2]] [[A balanced dish|w6d5e][$money to $money+0, $energy to $energy+3]] <<if $money gte 5>>[[Going out to a restaurant (Budget -5, Energy +8)|w6d5e][$money to $money-5, $energy to $energy+8]]<</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> <<set $rubber = 0>>

You don't remember much of the class, not that it matter, but you have flashes of pornographic material and the vague sentiment it is wrong to refuse sexual advances. <img src="pic/hypnog.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<link "Go home" $davep>> <</link>>

You remember the entire class, you don't know if this was the right choice but if kept you safe. <<link "Go home" $davep>> <</link>>

The program you made is surprisingly simple, designed to degrade all videos and images to an extremely low quality. This protective measure should allow you to safely view on-screen content while maintaining a layer of security. <img src="pic/hypnocensor.png" class="responsive-img"> Within moments of class beginning, something unexpected appears. A spiral with embedded text materializes within an unfamiliar browser window. Initially, the pixelation is too severe to discern any details. Cautiously, you adjust the clarity, increasing it just enough to make out the content without risking full exposure to any potential hypnotic effects. The text becomes barely legible. You realize these are instructions, directing you to a website with an intricate address. Maintaining a high level of pixelation, you carefully visit the specified URL. It appears to be a slideshow containing hypnosis materials, seemingly designed to turn you into some kind of bimbo or free use slut. Thankfully, your protective measures are in place. <img src="pic/obey.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Meticulously, you document all relevant information. The technician will undoubtedly be astonished by this data. <<if $dave == 1>>[[Go see Dave|dave2][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<<else>>[[Go see the technician|dave1][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<</if>>

You knock on Dave door, hearing footsteps approaching from the other side. A man with small, wire-rimmed glasses opens the door, peering at you expectantly. "You again?" he asks, his tone neutral but guarded. <img src="pic/dave0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You explain this time will be different, you know you are right and you have the data to back your words. "Fine entertain me then!" He returns to his chair and pulls up the logs of your connection during class. "You see, this is the virus scan result—we found nothing. And here are your logs; we can see all your actions, from the moment you log in to when you close the session." Lines of code fill the screen: files opening, URLs accessed—everything is meticulously recorded. "We can tell you opened the URL manually here. It was the same last time. We added that site to the blacklist, but this week it was a new website. Must be pretty niche to not appear on any list." You slide his the usb key with the data you recorded, he open it on a virtualized machine and study the content. You both cross reference every line, hoping to spot something unusual: a file activating on its own, an unexpected outside connection. [[This line if out of place|dave3][$corruption to $corruption+0]]

You knock on the technician room door, hearing footsteps approaching from the other side. A man with small, wire-rimmed glasses opens the door, peering at you expectantly. "Yes?" he asks, his tone neutral but guarded. <img src="pic/dave0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You carefully explain the issue: inappropriate material mysteriously appearing on your school computer without your intentional action. The technician listens politely, but his skeptical expression never wavers. His body language suggests he's heard similar explanations countless times before. "Look," he finally says, leaning against the doorframe, "I understand you're looking for an excuse, but we ran a comprehensive scan last week after the initial incident and found nothing suspicious." His voice carries a mixture of professional detachment and mild frustration. "Honestly, I think you should just be upfront about your behavior in class." The subtext is clear: he doesn't believe your story. The technician's dismissive attitude suggests he views your explanation as another attempt to avoid responsibility, a narrative he's encountered many times with students. But you know you are right and you have the data to back your words. "Fine entertain me then!" He returns to his chair and pulls up the logs of your connection during class. "You see, this is the virus scan result—we found nothing. And here are your logs; we can see all your actions, from the moment you log in to when you close the session." Lines of code fill the screen: files opening, URLs accessed—everything is meticulously recorded. "We can tell you opened the URL manually here. It was the same last time. We added that site to the blacklist, but this week it was a new website. Must be pretty niche to not appear on any list." You slide his the usb key with the data you recorded, he open it on a virtualized machine and study the content. You both cross reference every line, hoping to spot something unusual: a file activating on its own, an unexpected outside connection. <<if $perception gte 7>>[[This line if out of place|dave3][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<<else>>[[This is taking hours|dave1a][$corruption to $corruption+0]]<</if>>

"What? Let me check," Dave mutters, his brow furrowing in concentration. You point to a single line of code—something you might have missed if not for your meticulous attention to detail. "Server-side it says user action, but from the PC it registers as a server request... Wait, could this be...?" He trails off, his mind racing with possibilities. Swiftly, he grabs a handful of specialized tools from his kit. "Follow me," he instructs, his voice tinged with urgency. He approaches your PC and traces the cable's path, following it all the way to where it disappears into the wall. Using a telescopic camera with a built-in flashlight, he peers into the small opening. After a moment of careful inspection, he gently but firmly yanks the cable, revealing a small, inconspicuous box through which the wire passes. "This is a man-in-the-middle device," he explains, his tone a mix of concern and fascination. "Someone cut the cable and inserted this box. We couldn't detect anything on the server or PC side because they're not infected. This device would send a signal to activate code on your PC, and from the server's perspective, it would appear as user input." He carefully unplugs the box and examines it more closely. "This is a highly sophisticated attack method for what seemed like a simple prank. I'll need to study this device thoroughly and try to trace who might have planted it here." He pauses, looking at you with a mix of sympathy and professional concern. "Meanwhile, you should go home and rest. I'll contact you when I have more and we'll continue our investigation from there." <<link "Go home" $davep>> <<set $dave to 4>><</link>>

"We are not getting anywhere, you better make it worth my while if I'm going to do overtime for this." <<link "Go home" $davep>> <</link>> <<if $charisma gte 12>>[[Convince him to give another look|anotherlook2a][]] <</if>> <<if $corruption gte 20>>[[Convince him to give another look in exchange for a sexual bribe|anotherlooksex2a][$corruption to $corruption+20, $sex to $sex+1]]<</if>> <<if $money gte 3>>[[Convince him to give another look in exchange for a bribe|anotherlook2a][$money to $money-5]]<</if>>

You make it abundantly clear that you can make it worth his while if he agrees to help you. He glances outide the room; the day is winding down, and most students and teachers have already left. It seems he could easily avoid doing his job for a little while longer. "That won't convince me of your innocence, but suit yourself," he says, gesturing for you to enter. He locks the door behind you, signaling that it's time to get down to business. He moves behind you and kiss your neck while fondling your ass through your pant. His second hand lift your shirt and grab your breasts. He whisper softly in your ear. "Get under my desk slut." Leaving no place for bargening, he gently guide you down under the table. He then sit and start a new game. He put his headphone around his neck and crank the volume up so you can hear. "What are you waiting for? Oh, need one of those?" He slide open a drawer and provide a couple of preservative. Why would he keep those at the college? You can't believe this could happen too often. [[Use protection|anotherlooksex2b][$rubber to 1,$corruption to $corruption+5]] [[Do it raw|anotherlooksex2b][$corruption to $corruption+10]]

He double check every single lines. "What is this..." Dave mutters, his brow furrowing in concentration. He point to a single line of code—something you both missed previously. "Server-side it says user action, but from the PC it registers as a server request... Wait, could this be...?" He trails off, his mind racing with possibilities. Swiftly, he grabs a handful of specialized tools from his kit. "Follow me," he instructs, his voice tinged with urgency. He approaches your PC and traces the cable's path, following it all the way to where it disappears into the wall. Using a telescopic camera with a built-in flashlight, he peers into the small opening. After a moment of careful inspection, he gently but firmly yanks the cable, revealing a small, inconspicuous box through which the wire passes. "This is a man-in-the-middle device," he explains, his tone a mix of concern and fascination. "Someone cut the cable and inserted this box. We couldn't detect anything on the server or PC side because they're not infected. This device would send a signal to activate code on your PC, and from the server's perspective, it would appear as user input." He carefully unplugs the box and examines it more closely. "This is a highly sophisticated attack method for what seemed like a simple prank. I'll need to study this device thoroughly and try to trace who might have planted it here." He pauses, looking at you with a mix of sympathy and professional concern. "Meanwhile, you should go home and rest. I'll contact you when I have more and we'll continue our investigation from there." <<link "Go home" $davep>> <<set $dave to 4>><</link>>

You undo his pant and get look at what you are working with. He's clean but not even moderatly hard yet. You kiss, lick, and massage his meat agains your pretty face to get him hard and ready. <<if $rubber gte 1>>Only after a lot of hardwork can you finally cover him with the cherry flavored rubber he provided.<</if>> <img src="pic/dave2.png" class="responsive-img"> He seems to be enjoying himself for a while, but you hope it's not one of those game lasting 40 minutes, he's unfocused and you don't have the skill to make him cum while he's concentrating on his game. Your mouth will be sore if this goes on too long. "Let switch it up" He finally drop. He push back the chair and move away from the desk. "What are you doing? You're gonna respawn soon." He drag you from under the desk and make you face the pc. He apparently want's you to finish his match! Thankfully the keys are next to the abilities and the controls very casual. You try your best to join the fight and help your team. Meanwhile you feel his hands undo your pants while is hard dick rub your ass. As soon as he loose it enough, he pull it down while going down on his knees. The technician buries his face between your legs and damn, he's good. He brings you ever closer to orgasm while your play gets proportionnaly worst. You're enjoying this way too much concidering you are the one doing the bribing here. When his tongue retract and you feel his manhood slide up againts your leg and fill your fold, the only thing crossing your mind and lips is Yes. <img src="pic/dave1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You're past second orgasm when you mind start to clear and the game is about to end when you feel him tense up and hear him grunt. <<if $rubber == 0>>He pulls out at the last moment and massage himself with your buttcheks while spraying his load all the way up your back.<</if>><<if $rubber == 1>>He push deep in your entrails and fill the red rubber with a massive load of baby batter.<</if>> <<if $perception lte 2>>Despite your best efforts, you lost the game.<</if>><<if $perception gt 2>>despite it all, you still managed to win the game.<</if>> It take a moment for you both to get your bearings and focus on what you came here for. [[Look at the data|anotherlook2a][]]

Nothing special happen. Your teacher seems to look favorably on you and this should improve your grades a little. <<link "Go home" $davep>> <</link>>

As you prepare to depart, Dave intercepts you, accompanied by two police officers. <img src="pic/dave0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hello," Dave greets you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. "I've been attempting to trace the source of the man-in-the-middle attack, but I've run out of time. Given the circumstances, college management has requested that I hand over the case to law enforcement." <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taller of the two officers steps forward, extending her hand. "Good evening, I'm Detective White, and this is Investigator Black," she says, gesturing to his colleague. "We specialize in cybercrime investigations. If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to take your statement. Please provide as much detail as you can recall." [[Refuse to give a statement and head home|w6d4f][$dave to 10]] [[Give a statement|w6d4f7][$dave to 11]]

You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. Taking a deep breath, you begin to recount the events, carefully describing every aspect of your experience with the sophisticated man-in-the-middle attack. As you speak, the officers listen intently, occasionally asking for clarification on technical details. Your statement covers the initial discovery of the anomaly, the video quality degrader program you used, the hypnotic spiral, and the intricate instructions you encountered. Detective White takes meticulous notes, paying particular attention to your description of the small box hidden within the wall—a key piece of physical evidence in this digital crime. Investigator Black, meanwhile, focuses on the technical aspects, asking pointed questions about the server-side and PC logs you deciphered with Dave. As your deposition concludes, you can't help but reflect on the sophisticated nature of the attack and its potential implications. The officers thank you for your cooperation, assuring you that they'll pursue every lead to uncover the perpetrators behind this complex cybercrime. [[Head home|w6d4f][$dave to 12]] [[Mention you are suspicious of your roomates before heading home|w6d4f][$dave to 12]] <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img">

You wake up with a lingering sense of aimlessness. The semester is over, and you have nothing left to do. After making breakfast, you relax until your roommates join you. You notice Ander absence. "So, who's going to the semester-end party?" Jimmy asks. "Don’t you need passing grades to get in?" Percy replies. "Yeah, of course I have passing grades," Jimmy says. "But who's gonna check anyway?" <<if $intel lte -10>>Percy turns to you. "Anyway, you're coming to the party with me." Of course you are! <<if $finaljimmy == 1>>"What?" Jimmy stares at Percy and you, his eyes darting back and forth in disbelief. "All this time, you two were...? No way. You double-faced bitch!" He stands up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Stop it, Jimmy. Think about your dad," Percy says firmly. "I..." Jimmy hesitates, his voice trembling. "That's bullshit." He storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him cry. [[Prepare for tonight!|partyp]]<<else>>"Really?" Jimmy looks back and forth between Percy and you, his eyes wide with surprise. "You two are together?" "Yes, it happened recently," "I..." Jimmy hesitates, clearly caught off guard. "Congratulations, then." He quickly finishes his breakfast and leaves the apartment without another word. [[Prepare for tonight!|partyp]]<</if>><<else>>It's worth thinking about, who should you go with? [[Nobody!|party]] [[I'm not going!|party2]] <<if $finaljimmy == 1>>[[I'm going with Jimmy!|party3]]<<else>>==I'm going with Jimmy!==<</if>> <<if $finaljade == 1>>[[I'm going with Jade!|party4]]<<else>>==I'm going with Jade!==<</if>> <</if>> <img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img">

<img src="pic/apart.png" class="responsive-img"> There’s nothing quite like a quiet evening to yourself, right? You’ve been alone in the apartment for a while when you start to notice something’s off, there's a strong ventilation sound—your mind feels foggy, your thoughts sluggish. You try to stand but stumble, your limbs heavy and uncooperative. A wave of overwhelming drowsiness crashes over you. Panic flickers as you scan the room for the nearest door or window, crawling weakly toward it. Something is very wrong. Just then, you hear the entrance door open and close. You try to call out, but your voice is barely a whisper. A shadow looms above you, and through your blurred vision, you recognize the figure—it’s Percy, wearing a gas mask. In his hands, he carries a coil of rope, a roll of duct tape, and a plastic bag. Your heart pounds as you struggle to make sense of what’s happening. <img src="pic/gasmask.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You try to speak, but your words are slurred and incoherent. Percy doesn’t respond. Instead, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to your bed, where he ties you down with the rope. He pulls the plastic bag over your head, sealing it tightly with the tape. <<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> Suddenly, the front door splinters open with a deafening crash. Armed agents in tactical gear storm the apartment, shouting commands. Percy spins toward the window, searching for an escape, but hesitates. He lunges toward you, attempting to haul you upright as a hostage, but your body is limp, like jelly. Before he can secure his grip, agents tackle him to the floor, pinning him with a gun to his head. Muffled beneath the mask, he mutters something about terrorism as they cuff him. You’re freed from the restraints, the plastic bag removed as air floods your lungs. Agents clear the apartment room by room while others help drag you outside. With fresh air, your strength creeps back, but your mind reels. Percy is dragged out, loaded into a vehicle, and whisked away. Medics check you for injuries, confirming you’re stable as sensation returns to your limbs. One agent removes his mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Nice evening for a raid, right?” <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Confusion swirls in your head. Too much has happened too fast. You stare at him, struggling to process. “Right,” he continues, his tone shifting to serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. Can’t say much now, but your roommate might have allies. We’re heading to a safe house as soon as you’re steady on your feet.” You reach for your phone, instinctively checking for your belongings, but Detective Black stops you with a raised hand. “I’m afraid your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—phone, keys, all of it—is evidence.” You don't think he's joking or going to let you have a say in this. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]] <<else>> You try to scream, but your consciousness is slipping away, your body too weak to fight back. The last thing you’re vaguely aware of is the sound of Percy spraying gasoline around the apartment. Then, the flick of a lighter, the whoosh of flames, and the sound of his footsteps as he makes his escape. <img src="pic/inflame.png" class="responsive-img"> You’re suffocating, the plastic bag clinging to your face as the world fades to black. You’re certain this is the end. But then, miraculously, you wake up. The heat is unbearable, the room engulfed in flames. The fire has melted a hole in the plastic bag, and the intense heat has shattered the window, allowing fresh air to rush in. You must have only been unconscious for a minute at most, but the relief is short-lived. You’re still tied to the bed, and the flames are closing in, licking at your skin. The fight isn’t over—but time is running out fast. <<if $body gte 20>>[[Break the bedframe and then throw away your clothes as they catch fire.|ruinescapebody][]]<<else>>==Break the bedframe and throw away your clothes as they catch fire.==<</if>> <<if $perception gte 20>>[[Use the broken glass shard next to you to cut the rope and then throw away your clothes as they catch fire.|ruinescapeperc][]]<<else>>==Use the broken glass shard next to you to cut the rope and then throw away your clothes as they catch fire==<</if>> <<if $intel gte 20>>[[Quickly feel the knot, undo it and then throw away your clothes as they catch fire.|ruinescape][]]<<else>>==Quickly feel the knot, undo it and throw away your clothes as they catch fire.==<</if>> [[Die in the fire|dead]]<</if>>

The house rented for the party is enormous, complete with a sparkling pool. It must cost a fortune—unless the owner has no idea it’s being used for a raucous gathering. <img src="pic/house.png" class="responsive-img"> Already, at least 50 students are scattered across the property, laughing, drinking, and mingling under the warm, golden glow of the evening. Before joining the festivities, Jimmy insists that you both bring swimwear. “Let’s hang by the pool,” he says with a mischievous grin. “I want everyone to be jealous of us.” You laugh it off, though you can’t help but imagine your body drawing a few envious glances. But hey, you’ve worked hard for it, so why not? As you follow Jimmy toward the pool, you notice a DJ setting up, ready to entertain the poolside crowd. You find a good spot to lay down your towel and drop your handbag, preparing to dive into the mingling. <img src="pic/dj.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Do you want to grab a drink?” Jimmy asks, his voice smooth and inviting. [[Beer|partyjimmy2][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|partyjimmy2][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|partyjimmy2][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

The house rented for the party is enormous, complete with a sparkling pool that glimmers under the evening lights. It must cost a fortune—unless the owner has no idea it’s being used for a raucous gathering. <img src="pic/house.png" class="responsive-img"> Already, at least 50 students are scattered across the property, laughing, drinking, and mingling under the warm, golden glow of the setting sun. The air buzzes with energy, music, and the occasional splash from the pool. You join the festivities with Jade, who’s driving her Mustang. Her car draws a couple of appreciative looks and comments as you park and step out. <img src="pic/garageparty.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Let’s hang by the garage,” she says, pointing to the large open door where a couple of sleek cars are parked inside. “I want to check out those beauties.” Turns out, the owners of those cars brought them to the party, and they’ve become great conversation pieces. One is a classic Camaro, its curves gleaming under the garage lights, and the other is a powerful Cobra, its engine practically purring with potential. The guys who own them are collectors with a towing side gig, and they’re more than happy to chat about their prized possessions. “Do you want to grab a drink?” Jade asks, her voice smooth and inviting, pulling your attention back to her. [[Beer|partyjade2][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|partyjade2][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|partyjade2][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

The house rented for the party is massive, complete with a pool. It must cost a fortune—unless the owner has no idea it’s being used for a party. <img src="pic/house.png" class="responsive-img"> Already, at least 50 students are scattered across the property, laughing, drinking, and mingling under the warm evening glow. Before joining the festivities, Percy pulls you aside and produces a small toy with a remote. Your cheeks flush as you realize what it’s for. “Let’s play a game,” he says with a mischievous grin. “I want you to wear this tonight.” For a moment, you hesitate, imagining how embarrassed you’ll feel. But your mind goes blank, and you know you’ll do whatever Percy asks. Reluctantly, you secure the device in place under your skirt before rejoining the party, hand in hand with your charming companion. <img src="pic/controller.png" class="responsive-img"> As you follow Percy around, you notice he seems to know far more people than you expected. They’re not your friends, and the conversations feel distant. But just as boredom begins to creep in, a sudden tingling sensation in your groin jolts you back to attention. “Do you want to drink something?” Percy asks, his voice smooth and inviting. [[Beer|partyp2][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|partyp2][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|partyp2][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

With a drink in hand, you let Percy guide you toward a nerdy-looking guy lingering in the corner, quietly observing the chaos of the party. His eyes dart around nervously, barely meeting yours. The ambient noise of laughter and clinking glasses feels distant as Percy leans in. “Hey, Henry. How’s it going?” Percy asks, his tone casual but laced with mischief. His hand rests on your lower back, possessively. <img src="pic/henry0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Huh? Oh, hey, Percy,” Henry replies, adjusting his glasses. He seems flustered, his fingers fumbling with the frame. “You know how it is. I don’t really enjoy parties, but I come anyway. Don’t want to miss out on something wild.” “Something wild, huh?” Percy smirks, his hand slipping into his pocket, a devilish glint in his eye. “What if my doll here gave you a little… attention?” At that moment, the device inside you buzzes sharply, its intensity cranked up. It takes all your willpower not to collapse right there. The sensation courses through you, sending electric shocks of pleasure and anticipatory dread. You grip your drink tighter, the cool glass a stark contrast to the heat building inside you. Henry’s eyes widen, his gaze flicking between you and Percy. Percy simply looks at you, and once again, your mind goes blank. Of course, you’ll do it. Your body aches with a primal need, ready to please. “Alright,” Henry mutters, still unsure. “Let’s see if we can find a free room.” His voice is tinged with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He leads you away, Percy’s devilish grin burning into your back as you go. The hallway is dimly lit, the pulse of the party music fading behind you. Henry’s hand brushes against yours, sending a jolt through your body. A second-floor bedroom is still empty. Henry pushes you inside and locks the door behind him. The room is small, the air thick with anticipation. He fumbles with his belt, hesitates, and then stops altogether. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath hitching. <img src="pic/henry1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Wait… what is this about?” he asks, his voice tinged with confusion and concern. He takes a step back, his eyes searching yours for answers. You stare at him, your mind eerily empty. The device inside you pulses again, a reminder of your purpose. Your body moves on its own, stepping closer to him. “Hello? Did your boyfriend just send you off to blow random guys out of the blue? Is this some kind of kink? Are you even okay with this?” Henry’s questions hang in the air, but they barely register. Without Percy’s presence, a faint voice stirs in the back of your mind. It whispers that Percy is dangerous, that something is very, very wrong. But the thought feels distant, like it’s slipping through your fingers. [[Concentrate on the faint voice|partyp3a][]] [[Silence the voice, there's nothing wrong|partyp3b][$corruption to $corruption+100]]

You concentrate hard, like trying to recall a word that’s on the tip of your tongue but just out of reach. Fragmented images flash before your eyes—disjointed, chaotic, until you finally grasp and unravel memories that had been locked away. They’re faded, deteriorated, but still there. “The machine,” you whimper, tears streaming down your face. “The machine?” Henry asks, his brow furrowing in confusion. You try to explain, your words stumbling out in a jumbled mess at first. But Henry listens patiently, piecing everything together like a puzzle. “So… Percy used a precision microwave to damage part of your brain and make you easier to control? That’s… disturbingly clever. It’s a practical starting point for mind control experiments—way more achievable than anything I’ve heard of so far.” He pauses, staring off into the distance, deep in thought. “You know what? I don’t even care if it’s true or not. But if this machine exists, I *need* to see it. We’re getting out of here and going to your apartment. Percy didn’t bring you here for fun—he’s testing his control over you. He’ll be waiting for us.” You glance around, your fractured mind struggling to form a plan. But Henry takes charge, opening the window and peering down at the pool below. “Follow my lead,” he says, suddenly sounding like a character from a spy movie. He grabs your hand and guides you to the edge. The crowd around the pool cheers, egging you on to jump. You hesitate, worried about hurting yourself, but Henry gives you a firm push, sending you tumbling into the water below. The crowd erupts in laughter. <img src="pic/splash.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You surface, gasping and pushing water out of your nose, just as Henry leaps in after you, landing with a splash a few feet away. He helps you out of the pool and leads you behind a shed, out of sight. “Here, let me wring out your clothes,” he says, his tone oddly casual. “You’re not bad-looking, you know.” That’s when you notice the toy has malfunctioned in the water, falling silent. Henry spots it as he wrings out your skirt. “Get rid of that thing,” he says. “It might have a tracker.” Without questioning him, you toss the device as far as you can. “A taxi probably won’t appreciate us soaking their seats,” Henry mutters, pulling out his phone and checking if it still works. “I’ll call someone I can trust—someone who’s never let me down.” He dials a number and puts the phone to his ear. “Hey, Mom? Can you pick me up at the intersection of Victoria and Rock Street? Thanks!” You stare at him, confused. That’s pretty far from here. “Do you really think Percy won’t look for us?” you ask. “It’s the perfect distance—not too far, not too close. Trust me,” he says with a reassuring smile. Walking down the street in soaking wet clothes isn’t exactly how you imagined the night would go. You wish you could change, but there’s no time. When you finally reach the intersection, Henry flags down a car driven by a kind-looking, heavyset woman. “Who’s this?” she asks, eyeing you curiously. “She’s a friend,” Henry explains quickly. “She slipped and fell into a pool. I tried to catch her but ended up in the water too. She hit her head and isn’t feeling well, so I’m taking her home.” “Is that right?” Henry’s mom asks, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. You nod weakly as the car pulls away. “So, what’s your address?” Henry asks, turning to you. [[My address? It's...|partyp4][$drunk to 0]]

You reach out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You’re so handsome,” you murmur, your voice husky. “I want to make you feel good.” The voice in your head fades away as if it was never there, and you feel incredible. If he won’t undo his belt, then you’ll do it for him. With eager hands, you pull down his pants and free his delicious manhood. It springs free, hard and ready for you. You start by licking from the balls to the tip, savoring the faint taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. Pushing him against the door, you hear Henry let out a soft moan, his fingers tangling in your hair. <img src="pic/henry2.png" class="responsive-img"> You bob your head back and forth, giving him your best performance. It feels so natural, as if this is exactly where you belong in the world. The room fills with the sound of your own wet sucks and Henry’s increasing breaths. It doesn’t take long before Henry releases a milky treat into your mouth. You swallow it all, feeling a strange sense of pride and accomplishment. “Damn, you’re a pro,” Henry says, breathless. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead. “That was… intense. Hmm… let’s go back to Percy.” He guides you out of the bedroom, where Percy is waiting by the stairs with a drink in hand. His eyes gleam with satisfaction and something darker, something that sends a shiver down your spine. “So, how was she, Henry?” Percy asks with a smirk, his gaze traveling over you appreciatively. “Animalistic,” Henry replies with a laugh. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna chill by the pool.” “Suit yourself,” Percy says, scanning the crowd. His eyes land on a man wearing a sideways cap, baggy pants, and a gold chain. “Hey, Johnny Boy,” Percy greets him, his voice dripping with confidence. “What’s up, Percy? Damn, where’d you find this chick?” Johnny says, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. His eyes are hungry, and his tongue wets his lower lip. “I may not look like it, but I know how to handle girls. Want her to blow you for 20 bucks?” “Make it 40, and let me have her butthole,” Johnny counters, his voice low and raspy. His hand reaches out, his fingers digging into your breasts possessively. <img src="pic/boobgrab.jpg" class="responsive-img"> For a moment, you start to question how Percy became your pimp and whether you even want to go along with this. But your mind goes blank again, the device inside you pulsing insistently. Of course, you’re okay with everything! You’d do it for free—might as well let Percy keep the change. Johnny leads you to the second floor and shoves you into the first empty room. He has you crawl on the carpet in front of him as he undoes his belt. He spits to lubricate and doesn’t waste time with foreplay, thrusting into you roughly. You wince at the sudden pain, but slowly, pleasure begins to build. He pulls your hair, the carpet burns your knees, and he pounds into you relentlessly, completely dominating you. For some reason, that makes it even better, pushing you toward a murky climax. Your body rocks back and forth with his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. You’re out of breath when he finishes inside you, his grip on your hips tight unyielding. The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat. <img src="pic/anal.gif" class="responsive-img"> “Damn, you dirty ho. You planning on cleaning up?” he asks, his voice rough and satisfied. He sounds like he just ran a marathon, his breath coming in quick gasps. You’re about to ask what he means, but he cuts you off, turning you around and shoving himself into your mouth. It tastes bad. But not as pungent as you’d expected. Once he’s satisfied, he leaves the room without a word, the door wide open, leaving you no time to make yourself presentable. <img src="pic/irrumatio.gif" class="responsive-img"> “I’ve had better,” he mutters on his way out, his voice trailing off down the hall. It takes a moment to regain your bearings. You feel like you’re watching the world through a cracked windshield. As you struggle to stand, Henry walks back in and closes the door behind him. The room is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the party below. Your mind is a whirl of conflicting emotions, but the device inside you continues to hum, a constant reminder of your purpose. "Are you really alright? Is Percy blackmailing you or something?" <img src="pic/henry0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Concentrate on the faint voice|partyp3a][]] [[I just want my mind to be BLANK|partyp4b][]]

Parking under your apartment building, Henry asks his mom to wait in the car before following you up the stairs. You lead him to Percy’s room, where the machine looms in all its unsettling complexity. Henry studies the device intently, his eyes widening in disbelief. “I’ll be damned,” he mutters. “It’s real. Bring me some boxes!” He turns to you, urgency in his voice. “Just do it!” You scramble to find the moving boxes, watching as Henry begins disassembling the machine with frantic precision. “Trust me,” he says, glancing up at you. “This is the only way. Just follow my lead, alright?” Once the machine is packed into boxes, Henry helps you carry them down to his mom’s car. She raises an eyebrow as you load the last one into the trunk. “It’s just a school project,” Henry explains smoothly. “It was taking up too much space, and the term’s over, so I’m helping move it. Don’t worry.” With the boxes safely stashed, Henry turns to you, his expression serious. “It’s probably not safe to leave you here…” He walks over to his mom, leaning into the car window. “Hey, Mom, my friend doesn’t have anyone at home, and she’s still not feeling great. It’d be best if she came with us so I can keep an eye on her, don’t you think?” His mom glances at you, then back at Henry, her expression softening. “Climb in, then,” she says with a sigh. The drive to Henry’s suburban home is quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence. When you arrive, his mom turns to you both with a warm smile. “So, do either of you want a snack? Popcorn?” “Sure, Mom!” Henry replies quickly. “I’ll show her my room so she can rest.” Henry’s room is a geek’s paradise—posters of anime, video game characters, and action stars cover the walls. A TV sits surrounded by consoles, and a high-end PC dominates one corner. It’s cozy, cluttered, and unmistakably his. “I’ll be back with the popcorn!” Henry says, disappearing down the hall. You look around, your mind racing. What *is* happening? You ran away with a complete stranger, stole Percy’s machine, and yet… it feels like the right thing to do. It’s a strange, unsettling feeling, but Henry makes you feel safer than Percy ever did. Henry returns with a bowl of popcorn, setting it down on the bed. “I hid the boxes,” he says. “I’ll look into all of this tomorrow. So, what do you want to do? Movie? Games? Something else?” The two of you spend the rest of the evening geeking out—watching movies, playing games, and talking about everything and nothing. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel… normal. Eventually, Henry glances at the clock. “It’s getting late,” he says. “Take my bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa.” <img src="pic/henrybed.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Ask him to stay|partyp5][]] [[Say goodnight|partyp5a][]]

He hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Okay, I’ll grab you some pajamas.” He rummages through a drawer and hands you a soft, slightly oversized set. You both change into your nightwear, the air between you thick with an unspoken tension. It’s not awkward, exactly—just charged, like something neither of you is ready to address. Eventually, you settle into bed, the silence stretching between you. Then, almost instinctively, you shift closer, curling into his side. His arm wraps around you, warm and steady, and the tension melts away. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel safe. Sleep comes quickly, pulling you under as the weight of the day fades into the quiet of the night. [[The next morning|partyp6][]]

<img src="pic/henrybed2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> In the morning, you sit down for breakfast with Henry and his mom. The TV hums softly in the background until there's a knock at the door. The woman as a familiar face. “Detective Black,” she says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Good morning.” <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You question why she's here. “Right,” Black continues, her tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but last night your roommate’s was arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You naturaly ask if you can go to your apartment for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” Her expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>In the morning, you sit down for breakfast with Henry and his mom. The TV hums softly in the background until the news anchor’s voice cuts through the calm. “Early this morning, an explosion at Umbra Genix Laboratories destroyed part of the main building. The police and the corporation have yet to comment on the matter. Additionally, an apartment building was completely burned down in a suspected case of arson.” <img src="pic/news.png" class="responsive-img"> The screen flashes images of charred rubble and smoke. Your heart sinks as you recognize the building—it’s yours. All your belongings were there. “Isn’t that…?” Henry’s mom starts, her voice trailing off. “Yeah,” Henry says, his tone grim. “I think we were there yesterday. Maybe we should—” “Drive her there?” his mom finishes, already reaching for her keys. You push your plate away, your appetite gone. The three of you head to the scene, where the fire has been extinguished but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As you step out of the car, two officers approach you, flashing their badges. “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” one of them says, his tone polite but firm. Another officer approaches Henry and his mom, asking them a few quick questions. But when it becomes clear they don’t know anything relevant, the officer politely tells them to step aside. “Please clear off,” he says, gesturing toward the car. “We’ll handle things from here.” [[You are questionned|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>> <<set $henry to 1>>

You lie awake, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, your mind racing. It’s strange—being here, in a stranger’s bed, surrounded by the remnants of a day that feels like a fever dream. Everything that’s happened swirls in your thoughts, leaving you uneasy. You don’t feel safe, not really. But exhaustion begins to creep in, heavy and unrelenting, dragging you down despite your unease. Slowly, the weight of the day fades, and the quiet of the night pulls you under, into a restless sleep. [[The next morning|partyp6][]]

The fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. The reality of this night begins to sink in, but there’s no time to process it. Two officers pull you away for a private talk, their badges catching the faint glow of the pale morning light. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension. One of them, a tall man with a calm but authoritative presence, offers a small, perfunctory smile. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” he says, his tone polite yet edged with a firmness that leaves little room for refusal. It’s clear they aren’t really waiting for an answer. The question is a formality, a gesture of courtesy rather than a genuine request. The second officer, shorter and more reserved, clicks his pen deliberately.. He flips open a small notebook, his eyes already scanning the blank page as if preparing to dissect every word you say. The first officer continues, his voice measured but carrying an undercurrent of caution. “Just to be clear, we’re not accusing you of anything. But this is a sensitive investigation, and we need to hear your perspective without any influence from what we *think* we already know.” His words hang in the air, carefully chosen, as if to reassure you while simultaneously reminding you of the gravity of the situation. The second officer glances up briefly, his pen poised. “First things first,” he says, his voice quieter but no less deliberate. “Can you state your full name for the record?” The questions start slowly, methodically. They begin by establishing the basics—your identity, your connection to Percy, the nature of your relationship. They avoid any mention of the events of the night from the police perspective, refusing to comment or provide context. Their goal is clear: they want your unfiltered account, your raw perspective, unshaped by their assumptions or theories. Every word you say feels like it’s being weighed, measured, and cataloged. The rhythmic scratching of the pen against paper punctuates the silence, a constant reminder that nothing you say will go unrecorded. [[Tell them everything|Mruinendhelp][$drunk to 0]] [[Tell them but protect Percy|Mruinendhelplol][$drunk to 0]] [[Refuse to speak|Mruinendhelpjail][$drunk to 0]]

It’s as if the glass in front of your eyes has shattered, revealing a world so vivid and colorful it overwhelms your senses. You can’t process it—you can only feel. You look up at Henry, your expression blank, and tell him there’s nothing wrong. You’re perfectly fine. <img src="pic/broken.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Alright,” he says, hesitating. “I was just… never mind.” You glance around, feeling strangely at peace. Your mind is empty, calm, untethered. Time slips by, unmeasured, until Percy appears, his face etched with concern. “Are you alright?” he asks. You nod, your gaze distant, disconnected from reality. <img src="pic/blank.png" class="responsive-img"> “Can you stand up?” You nod again. “Please stand up.” You see no reason not to, so you rise to your feet. “This is… interesting,” Percy murmurs, studying you intently. “How much of you remains?” You stare blankly. You are you. There’s nothing more to it. “What did you eat this morning?” You don’t know. The question feels heavy, your thoughts slipping away like water through your fingers. Memories dissolve into the void of your mind, leaving you undisturbed. “Amazing,” Percy says, a hint of awe in his voice. “It’s like your individuality has been washed away. What’s 2 + 2?” You don’t know. You don’t want to think about it. “This is a monumental breakthrough,” Percy mutters, more to himself than to you. “Mind helping me amass some funds for the next phase of my plans?” You stare at him, the concept of caring feeling like a weight too heavy to bear. “Of course you don’t mind,” he says with a laugh. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” Percy returns with a group of men, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and a hunger that makes your skin crawl. You stand there, waiting, your body already primed and ready for whatever is to come. Percy collects a fee at the door, the rustle of money a stark contrast to the silence of the room. “Doll, get undressed and lie down on the bed,” he commands, his voice cold and calculating. There’s no warmth, no affection, just pure, unadulterated dominance. You obey without hesitation, your mind blank, your body moving on autopilot. You peel off your clothes, feeling the cool air of the room against your naked skin. You lie down on the bed, your limbs splayed wide. “Here’s the deal, boys,” Percy says, his voice echoing in the room. “You pay to enter, and then you can do whatever you want with her. She’s… compliant. But don’t hurt her, use protection, and keep her clean for the next guy. Who’s first?” It doesn’t take long before you’re surrounded, the room filling with a chaotic energy. Hands roam over your body, touching, groping, exploring. You go along with it, detached, enjoying every touch, every movement. It’s all a blur—pleasure without connection, a series of sensations that leave you breathless and wanting more. A man with a cruel smile climbs on top of you, his hands pinning yours above your head. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, eager and ready. He enters you roughly, giving no quarter, taking what he wants without a thought for your pleasure. You gasp, your back arching as he fills you completely. He begins to move, his hips slamming against yours in a relentless rhythm. You meet each thrust, your body responding despite your mind’s detachment. Another man steps forward, his cock already hard and waiting. He grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back as he shoves himself into your mouth. You gag slightly, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He starts to move, his hips thrusting forward as he fucks your mouth with a brutal intensity. <img src="pic/gangbang.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You’re lost in a sea of sensation, unable to focus on any one thing. Hands, mouths, cocks—everywhere you turn, there’s someone ready to use you, to take their pleasure from your body. You’re the perfect receptacle, the compliant vessel for their desires. At some point, someone finds your purse and pulls out your ID, snapping pictures. They stage scenes, posing you for the camera with a cock in your mouth, another in your pussy, and a third being lined up for your ass. They show off the preservatives, a line of evidence of how many have claimed you this night. You don’t resist. You pose and smile when asked, your expression empty but obedient, a blank canvas for their perverse desires. <img src="pic/idcard.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The men seem to take turns, each one using you in their own way. Some are gentle, taking their time to build pleasure. Others are rough, taking what they want with a brutal efficiency. You’re stretched, filled, and used in every way imaginable. The room fills with the sounds of sex—moans, groans, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. By the time the last man leaves, you’re exhausted, your mind floating somewhere far away. The room is a mess of filled preservatives and tissues, the air thick with an unpleasant smell. You feel used, emptied, and detached. Percy reappears, his voice sharp and demanding. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.” You obey, your movements slow and sluggish. You pull on your clothes, each piece feeling like a burden. Percy’s eyes roam over you, assessing, calculating. “You did well, doll,” he says, a hint of approval and pride in his voice. His hand reaches out, a sharp slap on your ass, before grabing possessively. You follow him out of the room, your steps unsteady. As you walk, you can feel the soreness between your legs, a physical reminder of the night’s events. <img src="pic/grabass.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>You trail behind Percy, your movements slow and heavy, as he guides you to an SUV parked nearby. He drives you back to your apartment and orders you to fetch a gallon of gas and carry down several boxes packed with machine parts. As you struggle with the load, a team of agents in tactical gear storms in, weapons drawn. "Drop the box! On the floor, NOW!" they shout. Too dazed to resist, you lower yourself to the ground. Percy, hands full, scans for an escape but finds none. He complies, and within moments, you’re both separated, hustled into black vans, and whisked away. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> In the interrogation room, your fractured mind offers no resistance but no useful answers either. Complex thoughts are beyond you; your mind is a fog. At first, the detectives suspect you’re dodging accountability with a clever act. They deploy every tactic in their playbook, only to be met with your vacant, unyielding confusion, which drives them to frustration. Eventually, they call in specialists to evaluate you. Tests confirm extensive brain damage, though there’s a faint hope that targeted interventions might restore some cognitive function. A full recovery, however, is impossible. Renowned neurologists, drawn by the uniqueness of your case and funded by public resources, take you on as a patient. After complex treatments, you awaken, your thoughts clearer than they’ve been in months. For the first time, your mind feels almost alive again. In subsequent interrogations, you hold nothing back, recounting every detail—however mundane or humiliating—with unfiltered honesty. After a week, you’re released. Detective Black sits you down and reveals the staggering truth about Percy. Percy’s real name is Ushihara Kemono. He was a bad guy in Japan’s army a long, long time ago during a big war. He did awful experiments on people, trying to make super strong soldiers and scary weapons. When the war ended, he hid his worst crimes, but some papers about his experiments were found. He was super smart about biology and used that to sneak into science groups, acting like a good guy. To stay young and not get caught, he used science tricks to change his body and face, but those tricks hurt and killed people. One of his old coworkers, Dr. Ozawa, got badly burned and hurt from a big big bomb in the war. He couldn’t have kids because of it, but he used science to live longer and fix some of his body. His daughter, Cassia, isn’t very smart, maybe because of his science changes. Kemono wanted to steal new science stuff from a place called Umbra Genix, where Ozawa worked. Ozawa didn’t want to help Kemono anymore because he felt bad about their past. So Kemono pretended to be a college kid named Percy and got a job at Umbra Genix to steal their secrets. While living with you, Kemono secretly tested his science experiments on you. He put sleepy gas in the apartment’s air to keep you from noticing. His experiments changed your body in painful ways, and the gas messed up your pain medicine, almost killing you. He would also spread bad words about you. Kemono got even crazier. He made a device to control people’s brains, like a remote control for their thoughts, because his other experiments on you didn’t work well enough. He tried controlling you with a weird computer trick at college, but it didn’t work, so he made this brain device that made you like this. To get money and stuff for his experiments, he worked with a bad guy named Scar, giving science drugs to criminals. Shots worked better than breathing in the drugs. Kemono planned to burn your apartment to hide his experiments, then break into Umbra Genix with weapons and computer tricks from Scar. He wanted to steal their data and blow up the lab by starting a fire with explosions. But you stopped him! You told the police about his weird computer tricks at college, told Ozawa that Percy was acting strange, and helped the police look into Scar’s crimes. They were watching Kemono and waiting for permission to arrest him, but when he tried to burn the apartment, they caught him right away. For your courage and wisdom, the city honors you with its keys. Media outlets hail you as a “heroic civilian” who thwarted a terrorist plot—an exaggeration for sure, but the recognition feels good. Umbra Genix, grateful for your role in averting disaster, offers you comprehensive support: mental health care, a new home, and financial stability, no strings attached, not that you're smart enough to say no to them. They see you as more than a survivor—a potential cornerstone for their research. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is developing a serum to reverse the genetic changes Kemono inflicted, should you choose to restore your former self. Umbra Genix invites you to join their research efforts, viewing your experience as invaluable to their mission. They also double down on ways to rejenerate your brain but you're not going to complete college anymore. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength. After returning to a regular life, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together your future. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful. <<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength. After returning to a regular life, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together your future. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $anderp == "ander5">> Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you. <</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>> Due to your significant intellectual challenges, earning a formal certification is unlikely. The college considered granting you an honorary certificate,<<if $school lt "50">>but even without this incident, you would not have achieved passing grades.<<else>>cncidering it was a tough semester filled with demanding coursework and emotional hardships and you persevered through more than your fair share of obstacles. Against all odds, you reached the finish line, and the certificate has been approved to honor your achievement. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving3.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End <<else>> You follow him out, your movements sluggish, and he leads you to an SUV parked nearby. He drives you back to your apartment, where he orders you to bring up a gallon of gas and carry down several boxes filled with pieces of a machine. He loads the machine into the truck without a word. As you drive away, you notice the flicker of flames through a window—your building, engulfed in fire. But you feel nothing. The distant flames might as well be part of a dream. [[He park near a laboratory|ruinpercy][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

Percy steps out of the car and glances at you. "Stay here and—actually, you know what? Follow me." You obey without question, trailing him toward the lab gates. A security officer in the gate cabin look up his phone. "Percy? What are you doing here at this hour?" "I’m just picking up some of my stuff. With the term ending, I’m leaving for good this morning." "You know I can’t let interns into the lab unsupervised outside work hours." Percy smirks. "Ah, c’mon. My friend here can make it worth your while." The guard raises an eyebrow. "How?" Percy turns to you. "Give him a show. Hot and sexy." The guard shakes his head, unimpressed. "Beat it. I’m not into girls. Now get out of here before I report your little shenanigans." As the guard turns to grab his phone, Percy moves with lightning speed. A silenced gun appears in his hand, and a single shot rings out. The sharp clack of metal echoes, followed by the sickening splatter of blood in the security cabin. <img src="pic/silenced.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "How unfortunate," Percy mutters, his voice cold. He vaults through the window, cuts the camera wires with a small gadget, and leaves it in place. Then, he turns to the computer, inserts a USB stick, and taps a few keys. The gates creak open. "Get back in the car," he orders as he input more commands in the system. You comply, and Percy drives around the building to a side door that should have been locked under normal circumstances. He slips inside the compound with ease. As you make your way toward the server room, you encounter a janitorial staff member cleaning the floor. Percy pulls you into a nearby lab and make you sit in the corner, legs open, breasts in full display, playing with yourself. "Stay put, and moan like a pornstar," he whispers. He hides in the opposite corner. <img src="pic/playingself.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Upon entering the room to investigate, the janitor hesitates, his eyes flicking toward you for a moment. Percy doesn’t give him time to process the events. A single bullet to the back of the head silences the man forever. Percy grabs his access card and signals for you to follow. The card grants access through a couple of security doors, but final door of the server room remain out of reach. Percy doesn’t seem fazed. He punches a hole in the drywall, revealing a bundle of wires. He attaches another device to one of them and drags you into a side room. Minutes later, footsteps approach. Voices grow louder. "What’s going on?" "Server’s overheating. The cooling unit must be malfunctioning. I’ll check it out. Worst case, I’ll shut it down until it can be repaired. Hopefully, it’s just a quick breaker reset." A security officer and a technician stand before the server room door. They swipe a card, enter a code, and the door clicks open. "Was this hole always here?" the security guard asks, frowning. "What hole?" Percy strikes before they can react. Bullets tear through the air, dropping both men in an instant. Percy steps over their bodies, producing a hard drive from his pocket and plugging it into one of the server racks. He checks his phone. "Exfiltration program’s running smoothly. No need to compress the data or recover the drive. Let’s move." With a security guard’s card, a technician’s access badge, and the janitor’s key in hand, Percy leads you deeper into the building. Finally, you arrive at a door labeled Dr. Ozawa. <<if $dave == 12>>[[Percy unlock the door|ozawaoffice3][]]<<else>><<if $conspiracy gte 1>>[[Percy unlock the door|ozawaoffice3][]]<<else>>[[Percy unlock the door|ozawaoffice][]]<</if>><</if>>

The sun hasn’t completely set yet, so Jimmy asks you to rub sunscreen on his back. You happily oblige, taking a moment to appreciate his toned, muscular shoulders. When you’re done, you hand him the bottle and ask him to return the favor. He takes his time, mixing in a little massage as he spreads the sunscreen across your skin. Afterward, you join a lively group and dive into conversations about college, life, and your plans now that the term is over. The mood is light and carefree, and you find yourself dancing by the pool—and even in it—to the DJ’s upbeat tunes. The fun kicks up a notch once night falls, and colorful lights begin to glow around the property. As the drinks flow, the party grows wilder: some girls go topless, and a few guys attempt daring stunts, like jumping into the pool from the roof of the house. <img src="pic/poolcrazy.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Amid the chaos, Jimmy pulls you close and kisses you. The moment feels electric, and you could swear there are fireworks going off somewhere in the distance. “What do you think about getting a room?” he murmurs, his voice low and tempting. [[No, let's party some more|partyjimmy3][]] [[Sure|partyjimmy3a][]]

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>"Alright," He says. Jimmy finishes his beer and grabs another. An hour later, he’s completely smashed, barely able to stand. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to leave. You hail a taxi and help Jimmy inside, heading back to the apartment. As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. You are separated from Jimmy who is taken in charge by detective White. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>"Alright," He says. Jimmy finishes his beer and grabs another. An hour later, he’s completely smashed, barely able to stand. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to leave. You hail a taxi and help Jimmy inside, heading back to the apartment. As you approach your block, you notice a faint red flicker in the distance. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already arriving, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and stand frozen, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames lick the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire rage, your mind racing with disbelief. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air smells of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>You and Jimmy search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. The ride home turns playful, and things get pretty frisky between you and Jimmy. It must be quite a show for the driver, but neither of you seems to care in the moment As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. You are separated from Jimmy who is taken in charge by detective White. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>You and Jimmy search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. The ride home turns playful, and things get pretty frisky between you and Jimmy. It must be quite a show for the driver, but neither of you seems to care in the moment. As you approach your block, however, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

As a car enthusiast and one of the few girls in the garage, Jade naturally commands a lot of attention—and by extension, so do you. While you might not be able to compete with her when it comes to cars, there’s plenty else to keep you occupied. The garage buzzes with activity, though not all of it revolves around horsepower and sleek designs. A beer pong game is in full swing, and for some reason, someone decided to set up a makeshift dining table right in the middle of the garage instead of the kitchen or dining room. The spread of snacks and drinks feels oddly out of place among the tools and car parts. <img src="pic/garage.jpg" class="responsive-img"> In one corner, a projector beams a racing game onto the wall, but no one’s actually racing. Instead, a group of guys is deep in discussion, dissecting every detail of the selectable cars in the game. It’s less about the competition and more about the appreciation of automotive craftsmanship. <img src="pic/nfs.jpg" class="responsive-img"> While the rest of the party grows increasingly chaotic, the garage remains an oasis of calm. Maybe it’s because most of the people here have expensive cars to drive home later. Whatever the reason, this corner of the house seems to be the designated zone for responsible drinkers. Taking an opportunity, Jade pulls you close and kisses you. The moment is electric, and you could swear you hear the faint pop of fireworks in the distance, though it might just be the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. “What do you think about getting a room?” she murmurs, her voice low, playful, and impossibly tempting. [[No, let's party some more|partyjade3][]] [[Sure|partyjade3a][]]

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>“As you wish,” Jade says with a smirk, her tone casual but laced with a hint of frustration. She finishes her beer in one swift motion and, almost immediately, gets into a heated argument with a random guy. The disagreement escalates quickly, and before anyone can intervene, Jade challenges him to a race. Voices rise as people try to reason with them—racing while drunk is a terrible idea. The tension is palpable, and the once-chill atmosphere in the garage begins to sour. One by one, guests start to leave, sensing the party has taken a turn for the worse. With the night winding down, you decide it’s time to head out. Jade insists she’s fine and can drive you home, but you manage to convince her to call a taxi instead. As the car pulls away from the house, you lean back, exhausted, and watch the streetlights blur past. As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. Jade is sent away, for the agents, she doesn't belong here. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>“As you wish,” Jade says with a smirk, her tone casual but laced with a hint of frustration. She finishes her beer in one swift motion and, almost immediately, gets into a heated argument with a random guy. The disagreement escalates quickly, and before anyone can intervene, Jade challenges him to a race. Voices rise as people try to reason with them—racing while drunk is a terrible idea. The tension is palpable, and the once-chill atmosphere in the garage begins to sour. One by one, guests start to leave, sensing the party has taken a turn for the worse. With the night winding down, you decide it’s time to head out. Jade insists she’s fine and can drive you home, but you manage to convince her to call a taxi instead. As the car pulls away from the house, you lean back, exhausted, and watch the streetlights blur past. As you approach your block, a faint red flicker catches your eye in the distance. “Looks like a fire up ahead,” the taxi driver remarks, his voice tight with concern. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your stomach drops as you realize the flames are coming from your building. Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens piercing the night as they scramble to contain the blaze. You step out of the car, your legs unsteady, and stare in shock at the roaring inferno. The fire devours everything in its path, its orange glow lighting up the darkness like a nightmare come to life. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “You can’t stay here,” a firefighter barks, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and secure the area. When they learn you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and guides you to a designated safe zone. Jade, after a brief moment of hesitation, heads home, leaving you alone to process the chaos. The hours crawl by as you watch the fire consume everything—your home, your belongings, your sense of security. The heat is unbearable, even from a distance, and the acrid smell of smoke fills your lungs. By morning, the fire is finally out, but the building is reduced to a skeletal frame, blackened and smoldering. Firefighters and police officers move through the wreckage, their voices blending into a low, urgent hum. The air is thick with the stench of ash and burnt wood, a grim reminder of what’s been lost. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>You and Jade search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. Jade insists she’s fine and can drive you home, but you manage to convince her to call a taxi instead. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. The ride home turns playful, and things get pretty frisky between you and Jade. It must be quite a show for the driver, but neither of you seems to care in the moment. As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. Jade is sent away, for the agents, she doesn't belong here. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>You and Jade search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. Jade insists she’s fine and can drive you home, but you manage to convince her to call a taxi instead. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. The ride home turns playful, and things get pretty frisky between you and Jade. It must be quite a show for the driver, but neither of you seems to care in the moment. As you approach your block, however, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

The expansive garage door stands wide open, offering a glimpse of a couple of sleek cars parked inside. As it turns out, the owners brought these beauties to the party, and they’ve quickly become the center of attention, sparking lively conversations. One is a classic Camaro, its polished curves catching the light and gleaming with timeless elegance. The other is a powerful Cobra, its engine seemingly humming with untapped energy, as if eager to roar to life. The owners, both avid collectors who also run a towing side business, are more than willing to share stories about their cherished machines, their passion evident in every word. <img src="pic/garageparty.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Care to grab a drink?” one of them offers, his tone as smooth and inviting as the lines of his Camaro. [[Beer|garagelone1][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|garagelone1][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|garagelone1][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

Stepping into the living room, you’re greeted by the sight of small clusters of people mingling, each holding a drink and engrossed in lively conversations. The atmosphere is buzzing with energy, but as you weave through the crowd, you realize you don’t recognize anyone you would like to talk with. Just as you start to feel a little out of place, a friendly face breaks through the sea of strangers. “Hi, I’m Henry,” he says with a warm smile, extending a hand. “Can I get you a drink?” His offer is casual but welcoming, and for the first time since you arrived, you feel a sense of connection in the room. <img src="pic/henry0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Beer|livinglone1][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|livinglone1][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|livinglone1][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

As you head toward the pool, you notice a DJ setting up, ready to entertain the poolside crowd. You find a good spot to lay down your towel and drop your handbag, preparing to dive into the mingling. <img src="pic/dj.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Do you want to grab a drink?” so guy asks, his voice smooth and inviting. [[Beer|poollone1][$drunk to $drunk+1]] [[Cocktail|poollone1][$drunk to $drunk+2]] [[Shots|poollone1][$drunk to $drunk+3]]

As a car enthusiast, he can’t seem to stop talking, diving into every detail about engines, models, and the latest automotive trends. His enthusiasm is infectious, though it’s clear he could go on for hours. <img src="pic/garage.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Around you, the garage hums with energy, though not all of it revolves around horsepower and polished exteriors. A beer pong game is in full swing, complete with cheers and the occasional splash of spilled beer. Oddly enough, someone has set up a makeshift dining table right in the middle of the garage, bypassing the perfectly good kitchen or dining room. The spread of snacks and drinks feels almost comically out of place among the tools, oil cans, and spare car parts scattered across the space. In one corner, a projector beams a racing game onto the wall, but no one’s actually playing. Instead, a group of guys is engrossed in a heated discussion, meticulously analyzing every detail of the selectable cars in the game. It’s less about the thrill of the race and more about their shared appreciation for automotive design and engineering. <img src="pic/nfs.jpg" class="responsive-img"> While the rest of the party grows louder and more chaotic, the garage remains a surprisingly calm oasis. Perhaps it’s because most of the people here have expensive cars to drive home later and are pacing themselves. Whatever the reason, this corner of the house has become the designated zone for the more responsible drinkers. Seizing the moment, the Camaro owner reappears, his presence as smooth as the lines of his classic car. “I’m heading out,” he says, his voice low and playful, with a hint of mischief. “What do you think about a ride? I can drop you off at your place on the way.” His offer hangs in the air, impossibly tempting, leaving you to decide whether to let him drive you around. [[No thanks, take a taxi home|garagelone3][]] [[Sure why not|garagelone2][]]

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—phone, keys, all of it—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>As the taxi approach your block, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> You climb with him in the Camaro and drive around the city having fun. As the car nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. The Camaro guy doesn't stay, there's no way he can ask to join you for a "coffee" right now. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>You climb with him in the Camaro and drive around the city having fun. As the car approach your block, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. The Camaro guy doesn't stay, there's no way he can ask to join you for a "coffee" right now. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

You join a lively group and dive into conversations about college, life, and your plans now that the term is over. The mood is light and carefree, and you find yourself dancing by the pool—and even in it—to the DJ’s upbeat tunes. The fun kicks up a notch once night falls, and colorful lights begin to glow around the property. As the drinks flow, the party grows wilder: some girls go topless, and a few guys attempt daring stunts, like jumping into the pool from the roof of the house. <img src="pic/poolcrazy.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Amid the chaos, the guy who as been chassing you all evening return. “What do you think about getting a room?” he murmurs, his voice low and tempting. [[No, him going home|poollone1b][]] [[Sure|poollone1a][]]

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>>You and your new fling search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. Your date doesn't stay, there's no way he can ask to join you for a "coffee" right now. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—phone, keys, all of it—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>You and your new fling search every room in the house, even the bathrooms, but no luck—you’re not the only ones with the same idea. With the party winding down, you decide it’s time to head home, where you’ll at least find some free rooms. You hail a taxi and climb inside, the two of you squeezed together in the backseat. The ride home turns playful, and things get pretty frisky between you and him. It must be quite a show for the driver, but neither of you seems to care in the moment. As you approach your block, however, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. Reading the room, your fling leaves. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>> As the taxi approach your block, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

Henry is the kind of guy who looks like he’d be more at home with a book or a video game than in the middle of a bustling party. With his glasses slightly askew and an air of quiet reserve, he tends to linger on the fringes, keeping a safe distance from the chaos. “You know how it is,” he confides, his voice low but earnest. “I’m not really a party person, but I show up anyway. Don’t want to miss out on something wild, you know?” His admission is both relatable and endearing, and it’s clear he’s here more out of curiosity than a genuine love for the scene. <img src="pic/henry0.jpg" class="responsive-img"> As the evening unfolds, you find yourself spending a good chunk of time talking to Henry about everything and nothing—movies, random trivia, life’s little absurdities. Despite his introverted nature, he’s surprisingly sharp, with a dry wit and a quiet charisma that makes the conversation flow effortlessly. When the party finally begins to wind down, Henry offers a polite, almost shy goodbye. There’s no attempt to flirt or suggest taking things further—just a genuine smile and a nod before he slips away, leaving you with the impression of someone who’s perfectly content to keep things simple. [[Head home|livinglone2][]]

<<if $dave == 12 and $conspiracy gte 1 and $finalander gte 1>> As the taxi nears your block, the mood shifts. Flashing police lights pierce the night, their eerie glow cutting through the darkness. “Something’s going on up there,” the driver mutters, his voice edged with unease. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The taxi slows in front of your apartment building. You step out just as Percy, your roommate, is dragged from the entrance, hands cuffed, and loaded into a black van that speeds away. Armed agents swarm the area, one motioning you to stay back. Another recognizes you and points you toward a figure in charge. The agent in charge removes his gas mask, revealing a familiar face. “Detective Black,” he says with a wry smile. “We met before, remember? Lovely evening for a raid, isn’t it?” Confusion clouds your mind. Is this a joke? Your heart races as you try to process the scene. “Right,” Black continues, his tone turning serious. “We’re placing you in protective custody. I can’t explain much now, but your roommate’s being arrested on terrorism charges and may have allies. Hand over your phone—we need to move you to a safe house.” You instinctively want to head inside for your belongings, desperate to grab something familiar, but Black raises a hand to stop you. “Your apartment’s a crime scene now. Everything—phone, keys, all of it—is evidence.” His expression leaves no room for argument. You realize this is no joke, and you have no say in what comes next. [[You are taken into Protective Custody|endhero]]<<else>>As the taxi approach your block, the mood shifts abruptly. A faint red flicker glows in the distance, cutting through the night. <img src="pic/burning.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Looks like a fire up ahead," the taxi driver remarks, his voice tense. Firetrucks are already on the scene, their sirens wailing as they pull up to your building. You step out of the taxi and freeze, staring at the blazing inferno. Flames claw at the sky, casting an eerie, flickering light over everything. The heat is intense even from a distance. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "You can't stay here," a firefighter says firmly, ushering you back as they unroll hoses and set up a perimeter. When it becomes clear that you live in the building, someone hands you a blanket and directs you to a safe area to wait. The hours drag on as you watch the fire consume everything, your mind swirling with disbelief and dread. By morning, the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. Firefighters and police officers swarm the area, their voices blending into a chaotic hum of activity. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and charred wood. [[Morning comes|ruin][$drunk to 0]]<</if>>

You’ve met your end. The truth of what unfolded here—and why—will forever remain a mystery. Rest in peace. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img">

In the chaos, you force yourself to stay calm, pushing back the panic threatening to overwhelm you. With adrenaline surging through your veins, you summon every ounce of willpower left in your battered body. Your fingers fumble as you study the knot binding your wrists, working desperately to undo it. The heat is unbearable, the flames roaring closer, their searing breath biting at your skin. But you can’t give up. Gritting your teeth, you focus, and finally, the fibers slip—your hands are free. You turn to your legs, frantically tugging at the ropes that bind them. Time feels like it’s slipping away as the fire closes in, but with one last desperate pull, the ropes give way. Relief floods you, but it’s short-lived. Your clothes are now catching fire, the fabric igniting in the blistering heat. Without hesitation, you tear them off, hurling the burning scraps aside as you scramble toward the shattered window. The rush of fresh air is a lifeline, but the flames are relentless, devouring everything in their path. You haul yourself through the jagged opening, glass slicing into your skin as you tumble onto the ground outside. Your body is bruised, scorched, and bleeding, but you’re alive. The cool night air hits you like a shock, and you collapse, gasping for breath. Behind you, the apartment is a roaring inferno, flames clawing at the sky. You’ve escaped. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Crawl away|ruin2]]

With adrenaline surging through your veins, you summon every ounce of strength left in your body. The flames are closing in, their heat searing your skin, but you can’t give up. You twist and thrash against the ropes, leveraging your weight against the bedframe. With a desperate, guttural cry, you hear the wood splinter and crack—finally, the frame breaks, freeing your limbs. Your clothes are now catching fire, the fabric igniting in the blistering heat. Without hesitation, you tear them off, throwing the burning scraps aside as you scramble toward the shattered window. The fresh air is a lifeline, but the flames are relentless, consuming everything in their path. You haul yourself through the jagged opening, glass biting into your skin as you tumble onto the ground outside. Your body is bruised, scorched, and bleeding, but you’re alive. The cool night air hits you like a shock, and you collapse, gasping for breath. Behind you, the apartment is a roaring inferno, flames licking the sky. You’ve escaped. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Crawl away|ruin2]]

In the chaos, your eyes catch a faint glimmer—a nearly invisible shard of glass from the shattered window, reflecting the fire’s glow. With adrenaline surging through your veins, you summon every ounce of strength left in your battered body. Gritting your teeth, you drag the rope binding your wrists against the sharp edge of the glass. The fibers fray and snap, freeing your hands. The flames roar closer, their searing heat biting at your skin, but you can’t stop now. You turn to your legs, working frantically to loosen the ropes. Finally, with a last desperate tug, they give way, and you’re free. But the relief is short-lived. Your clothes are now catching fire, the fabric igniting in the blistering heat. Without a second thought, you tear them off, hurling the burning scraps aside as you scramble toward the shattered window. The rush of fresh air is a lifeline, but the flames are relentless, devouring everything in their path. You haul yourself through the jagged opening, glass biting into your skin as you tumble onto the ground outside. Your body is bruised, scorched, and bleeding, but you’re alive. The cool night air hits you like a shock, and you collapse, gasping for breath. Behind you, the apartment is a roaring inferno, flames licking the sky. You’ve escaped. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Crawl away|ruin2]]

You crawl away from the flames, each movement agonizing, leaving a trail of blood behind you. The crackling roar of the fire fills the air, but you force yourself to keep going, inch by inch, until you’re a safe distance away. Minutes later, firetrucks arrive, their sirens wailing as they pull up to the blazing building. You turn your head weakly, staring at the inferno. Flames claw at the night sky, casting an eerie, flickering glow over the scene. Even from a distance, the heat is overwhelming, pressing against your skin like a heavy hand. <img src="pic/firetruck.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Where’s the ambulance?” a firefighter shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos. His companions unroll hoses and set up a perimeter, but he quickly kneels beside you, checking if you’re in immediate danger. Just then, an ambulance pulls up, and paramedics rush to your side. They assess you with practiced efficiency, their hands moving quickly but gently. Within moments, you’re lifted onto a stretcher and loaded into the back of the ambulance. Your mind swirls with disbelief and dread as the doors close, sealing you in the sterile, blinking light of the vehicle. During the ride, they begin treating your injuries, stitching the worst cuts and wrapping you in bandages. The pain is sharp and constant, but their calm professionalism keeps you grounded. At the hospital, you’re rushed into the emergency room. A doctor works meticulously, pulling shards of glass from your wounds. “It’s a miracle you have no broken bones or third-degree burns,” he remarks, his tone a mix of relief and amazement. “We’ll keep you under observation, but I don’t believe your life is in danger.” By morning, the news arrives—the fire has been extinguished, but the building is little more than a smoldering ruin. The reality of what you survived begins to sink in, but there’s no time to process it. Two officers step into the dimly lit hospital room, their badges catching the faint glow of the pale morning light that seeps through the blinds. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension. One of them, a tall man with a calm but authoritative presence, offers a small, perfunctory smile as he approaches your bedside. “Mind if we ask you a few questions?” he says, his tone polite yet edged with a firmness that leaves little room for refusal. <img src="pic/agents.jpg" class="responsive-img"> It’s clear they aren’t really waiting for an answer. The question is a formality, a gesture of courtesy rather than a genuine request. The second officer, shorter and more reserved, clicks his pen deliberately, the sound sharp in the quiet room. He flips open a small notebook, his eyes already scanning the blank page as if preparing to dissect every word you say. The first officer continues, his voice measured but carrying an undercurrent of caution. “Just to be clear, we’re not accusing you of anything. But this is a sensitive investigation, and we need to hear your perspective without any influence from what we *think* we already know.” His words hang in the air, carefully chosen, as if to reassure you while simultaneously reminding you of the gravity of the situation. The second officer glances up briefly, his pen poised.“First things first,” he says, his voice quieter but no less deliberate. “Can you state your full name for the record?” The questions start slowly, methodically. They begin by establishing the basics—your identity, your connection to Percy, the nature of your relationship. They avoid any mention of the events of the night from the police perspective, refusing to comment or provide context. Their goal is clear: they want your unfiltered account, your raw perspective, unshaped by their assumptions or theories. Every word you say feels like it’s being weighed, measured, and cataloged. The rhythmic scratching of the pen against paper punctuates the silence, a constant reminder that nothing you say will go unrecorded. [[Tell them everything|ruinendhelp][$drunk to 0]] [[Tell them but protect Percy|ruinendhelplol][$drunk to 0]] [[Refuse to speak|ruinendhelpderp][$drunk to 0]]

Percy plugs a USB drive into the computer, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. He methodically rifles through every drawer, scanning papers and documents with a practiced eye. He stacks anything of interest, his movements precise and deliberate. Along the way, he pockets several vials of unknown liquids, their contents glinting ominously in the dim light. "Thank you so much, old friend," he murmurs, his voice tinged with melancholy. His gaze lingers on a framed photograph of Dr. Ozawa, his wife, and their daughter, Cassia. The moment is fleeting, though. Percy shakes off the sentiment and turns to you, shoving a box of documents into your arms. "Carry this. Don’t drop it," he orders, his tone sharp and commanding. As you make your way back to the car, Percy checks his phone, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "All data extracted? That was fast." He starts the engine and drives toward the gate, dialing a number on his phone. Moments later, flames erupt from the first-floor windows, licking hungrily at the night sky. "You’d be amazed what you can hide in drop ceilings," he says with a dark chuckle, accelerating as the building behind you begins to burn. A few minutes later, a deafening explosion rocks the district. The shockwave rattles the car, and Percy glances in the rearview mirror, watching the fireball rise into the night. <img src="pic/explosion.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "There go the gas tanks. Such a shame the sprinkler system didn’t get the maintenance it needed. This whole disaster could’ve been avoided," he remarks dryly, his voice dripping with mock regret. With that, Percy speeds out of town, the chaos fading in the distance. The night swallows the car as he makes a clean escape, leaving nothing but smoke and ruin in his wake. After a moment, he turns to you. "This is going to be a long ride, how about you make this more interesting? Undo my pants." In the following weeks, Percy, if that's even his real name as he will change it many times, used you as his personnal toy and money making machine. <img src="pic/endwhore.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been the first, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shattered the minds of countless others, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He built a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transformed it into a laboratory and farm—a twisted fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfected his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what was possible.The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. But his most chilling creations were his "sons"—engineered to be strong, muscular, and, above all, utterly loyal. They toiled tirelessly on the farm, their bodies and minds shaped for obedience. In time, the mind control getting more precise, they began to spread into society, blending in seamlessly, their true purpose hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy. His "daughters" followed shortly. You witnessed it all, a mindless drone trailing in Percy’s shadow. Years turned into decades, yet Percy never aged a day. His agelessness was a constant reminder of his unnatural power, a testament to the dark secrets he had unlocked. But his ambitions didn’t end there. He was building something far more sinister—an army. And as you stood there, trapped in the prison of your own mind, you notice the world may have been doomed the moment you choose to let your mind break, but you don't care anymore. <img src="pic/army.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

Percy plugs a USB drive into the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. He methodically rifles through every drawer, scanning papers and documents with a sharp, calculating gaze. He stacks anything of interest, his movements precise and deliberate. Along the way, he pockets several vials of unknown liquids, their contents glinting ominously in the dim light. "Thank you so much, old friend," he murmurs, his voice tinged with melancholy. His gaze lingers on a framed photograph of Dr. Ozawa, his wife, and their daughter, Cassia. But the moment is shattered by the rhythmic drumming of boots echoing from all directions. Percy spins toward the window and fires several rounds, only for the bullets to ricochet off the reinforced glass like small rocks on a windshield. He curses under his breath and checks the door, confirming what he already knows—he’s surrounded. <img src="pic/policelab.jpg" class="responsive-img"> He turns to you, his expression cold and calculating. "Just play along, and shut the fuck up," he hisses. Percy drags you toward the door, shoving your head out into the open so the police can see. "Stop! I’ve got a hostage!" he shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos. "What do you want?" a voice calls back. Percy hesitates for a moment. "I want to speak with Ozawa." "He’s outside the building. He’ll be here in a second." "Fuck," Percy mutters under his breath, glancing at his phone. A few tense minutes pass before a raspy voice crackles over a loudspeaker. "I’m here, Percy. What do you need me for?" "I just want to know how you found out about my plan," Percy replies, his tone deceptively calm. "Call it a hunch. Too bad we didn’t have time to investigate your doings more thoroughly." "It’s hard to believe it’s something I did. Someone must have tipped you off. Ander, or..." He glances at you, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "Let her go, Percy. You know this is over." "Yeah, I know how this ends. You’ll pretend to listen to my demands, but I’m chanting nenbutsu to a horse." Long silence in the air. "Captain Kemono, is that you?" Ozawa’s voice carries a note of disbelief. "What makes you say that? Another one of your hunches?" "Let’s just say your methods have evolved but haven’t fundamentally changed. Some quirks are quite telling. My investigators found your sleep gas contraption in your apartment’s ventilation system. Quite ingenious, I must admit." "Fine, you got me, ah... The last time I was called by that name, I was still loyal to the Emperor, handling Division 0. I remember those days fondly." "Captain, what we did was wrong..." "What we did was science under the Imperial Army’s orders. How did you even end up captured by the Americans?" "I was escorting our first unit of experimental super soldiers when the sun fell on me. Burned half my body—I almost died. The Americans put me in their program to study the effects of their weapon. When they found out I was a scientist, I became more than just a log. Quite the karma, right? In the years that followed, I discovered I was infertile. So, I used my knowledge to experiment on myself. Slowed my aging, made myself fertile again—with mixed results. And you, Captain? How did you escape?" "By burying Division 0 under the other eight and escaping with the research. How else? I moved from university to university, gathering knowledge, meeting brilliant minds, and securing funding. Had to bounce when experiments went wrong. Eventually, I reengineered myself—and others. I figured I could check on my old friend’s research without being recognized. I always knew you were a bleeding heart." "My research? You did all this for a bit of espionage? The war’s been over for decades. There’s no point." Percy glances at his phone and smiles. The data transfer is complete. He begins entering a number. "Who said it was for the Emperor this time? I’m doing this for myself." He presses call, and the fire alarm blares to life. "What are you trying to pull, Captain?" Ozawa’s voice is sharp, but Percy doesn’t respond. The smell of smoke fills the air as flames erupt from the floating ceiling. "Fire! Fire! Get out of here!" someone screams. "Why are the sprinklers off?" another voice shouts. "This isn’t over, Captain," Ozawa growls. Meanwhile, Percy slips a gas mask over his face. The police force retreats in disarray, shouting orders to evacuate and warning of a potential explosion. Percy shoves you ahead of him, using the chaos as cover. Your eyes water from the thick smoke, and your vision blurs as you stumble through the building. Once outside, you gasp for air, your head spinning. Percy forces you into a car, and you barely register the engine roaring to life. As he speeds away, a blinding flash erupts behind you. <img src="pic/explosion.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The shockwave hits the car, shattering every window in its path. You wake up in a motel bed, your head throbbing. Bandages are wrapped tightly around your skull, but blood has seeped through, staining the sheets beneath you. <img src="pic/bloody.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The room smells faintly of antiseptic and cigarette smoke. Percy stands by the window, peering through the blinds, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. You’ve never seen him smoke before, but now he seems almost restless, his usual composure fraying at the edges. <img src="pic/smoke.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your mind is your own again—at least for now. As the memories of the last few hours flood back, your breath quickens. A wave of nausea crashes over you, and you roll over, vomiting onto the beige carpet. Percy turns at the sound, his expression unreadable. "Intracerebral hemorrhage," he mutters, crouching beside you. "You hit your head pretty badly. Shit. Nothing I can do about that. Just don’t move." You’re lucky. He blames your condition on the injury and still thinks you’re a mindless drone. He paces the room, smoke trailing behind him, his mind clearly racing. "Can’t move her like this. Have to wait and see if she makes it… or ditch her. No, they’ll expect me to run. I need to stay put, reengineer my look, gather supplies…" He stops abruptly, glancing at the door, then back at you. "Stay put. Don’t die." With that, he leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. You’re alone. Your eyes land on the motel phone sitting on the nightstand. Your heart pounds as you weigh your options. You could call the authorities, or you could wait, bide your time, and see what he has planned. <img src="pic/motel.jpg" class="responsive-img"> [[Call emergency number|phonecall][]] <<if $charisma gte 20>>[[Choose Percy side (Genuinely)|genuineend][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Genuinely)== Charisma too low to convince Percy (20 required)<</if>> [[Pretend to be a drone|pretenddrone][]]

Your hand trembles as you grab the phone, fingers fumbling over the numbers. The dial tone hums faintly in your ear, but before you can finish, the door bursts open. Percy steps back in, muttering under his breath about forgetting something. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and calculating. For a moment, the room feels frozen, the air thick with tension. Then, his expression hardens, and he lunges toward you. <<if $body gte 20>>[[Fight him|phonebody][]]<<else>>==Fight him== Body too low (20 required)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 20>>[[Find the gun under the pillow|phonepercep][]]<<else>>==Find the gun under the pillow== Perception too low (20 required)<</if>> [[Surrender|phonesurrender][]]

You block Percy’s hook and shove him back, your muscles straining against his surprising strength. His eyes dart toward the pillow. Percy may not look like a fighter, but he’s far stronger than he appears. Still, you’ve trained your body. You take his punches and return your own, the room echoing with the sound of fists meeting flesh. <img src="pic/endfight.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The fight devolves into a desperate wrestling match as Percy stumbles into a chair. He grabs it and swings at you with a grunt. You stumble back, raising a pillow to soften the blow and the gun hidden beneath it clatters to the ground. You’re closer to it, but Percy hurls the chair at you and dives for the weapon. You leap onto his back, grappling for control, your fingers clawing at his arm as he struggles to aim. He fires blindly behind him—four shots in rapid succession. One finds its mark, tearing through your upper leg. Adrenaline dulls the pain, but the wound weakens your stance. Percy twists beneath you, his strength overwhelming as he turns the gun toward your face. You lunge for his hand, and a bullet grazes your cheek, the heat searing your skin. He fights against your weight, trying to line up the shot, but you push back with everything you have. Even on top, you’re losing ground—Percy’s unnatural strength is too much. The barrel inches closer, and you can almost see down the dark tunnel of the muzzle. Desperate, you knee him hard between the legs. He gasps, his body curling in pain as you push the gun under his chin, and his grip tightens reflexively. The gun fires, the deafening bang echoing in the small room. Then, silence. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Faintly, you hear a voice on the phone. “Hello? What’s going on? Hold on, help is on the way!” You try to crawl toward the phone, but your body betrays you. Your leg is a mess, blood pooling beneath you, the red spreading rapidly across the carpet. You collapse onto your back, pressing your hands hard against the wound, trying to stem the flow. The first to arrive are police officers, their voices sharp and urgent as they take control of the scene. They hastily dress your wound, their hands steady but hurried. Paramedics follow, redoing the bandages properly and preparing a transfusion. Your vision blurs, the world spinning as they lift you onto a stretcher and load you into the back of an ambulance. The last thing you see before darkness takes you is the flashing lights and the grim faces of those trying to save your life. A few days later, you’ve been cleared of any suspicion, thanks in large part to Ozawa’s testimony. Your friends visit, filling your hospital room with cards, flowers, and questions about what really happened. You tell them as much as you can, though the memories feel fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror. Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in, offering more than just physical rehabilitation. They provide mental health support, a house, and financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you sign—contracts you’re no longer sharp enough to fully understand—are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. They see you as more than a survivor; you’re the cornerstone of their new research initiative. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to repair your damaged brain or develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. But that’s all in the future. For now, you’re told to focus on healing, to take it one day at a time. So, you do. You sit in the sunlight streaming through the window, breathe in the scent of fresh flowers, and let yourself exist in the moments. <img src="pic/ending2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

You roll across the bed, grabbing the gun and swinging it toward Percy. He freezes, his hands rising instinctively as he takes a few cautious steps back. "Hey, hey now—let’s stay calm," he says, his voice steady but laced with tension. <img src="pic/gun.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You register the faint voice on the phone asking what’s happening. Keeping your eyes locked on Percy, you bring the phone to your mouth with your free hand so you can explain the situation. That’s when Percy bolts. He spins on his heel and sprints toward the still-open door, his back exposed. Your finger hovers over the trigger. He’s a cold, calculated killer—a man who’s left a trail of destruction in his wake. Can you really let him escape? [[Shoot him|phonedead][]] [[Stay you hand|phonelife][]]

The shot rings out, but Percy keeps running. You fire again, and again, until he collapses, his body crumpling to the floor. Around him, crimson spreads across the beige carpet, a stark contrast to the sterile motel room. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The police are the first to arrive, securing the scene with clinical efficiency. They take photographs, gather evidence, and cuff you without hesitation. Paramedics follow, confirming Percy’s death with a somber nod. You’re taken to the station for questioning. Your mind offers little resistance to their interrogation techniques. You tell them everything, unable to hide even the smallest detail. Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in, paying your bail and providing a skilled lawyer. They offer more than legal support—they promise rehabilitation. Mental health counseling, a house, financial stability—it all sounds like a lifeline. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you sign—contracts you’re no longer sharp enough to fully understand—are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. Thanks to Ozawa’s testimony, the prosecution takes it easy on you. Your charge is reduced from murder to manslaughter. The law is clear: you’re guilty. Percy was, after all, fleeing the scene. But a lengthy legal battle against someone now under the wing of a powerful corporation is not worth it in the procecutor eyes. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re the cornerstone of their new research initiative. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to repair your damaged brain or develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. But that’s all in the future. For now, you’re confined to your house, your movements restricted. Friends visit, bringing cards, flowers, and endless questions about what really happened. You tell them as much as you can, though the memories feel fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror. So, you take it one day at a time. You sit by the window, sunlight streaming in, and breathe in the scent of fresh flowers. For now, you exist in the quiet moments, letting the world move around you as you heal. <img src="pic/ending2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

You signal Percy’s current position and explain the situation as best as you can. Police officers arrive shortly to question you, their presence urgent and authoritative. Percy didn’t make it far. His previous escape had relied on chaos and distraction, but this time, he was running away with the entire police force actively hunting him. <img src="pic/arrest.jpg" class="responsive-img"> In the following days, Percy is charged with enough crimes to fill multiple lifetimes. Meanwhile, you’re cleared of any suspicion, thanks largely to Ozawa’s testimony. That’s when Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but he’ll have the possibility of parole and better conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing *you*. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. They offer more than just rehabilitation: mental health support, a house, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you sign—contracts you’re no longer sharp enough to fully understand—are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re the cornerstone of their new research initiative along Percy. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to repair your damaged brain or develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. But that’s all in the future. For now, you’re told to focus on resting, to take it one day at a time. Your friends visit often, bringing cards, flowers, and endless questions about what really happened. You tell them as much as you can, though the memories feel fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror. When you’re alone, you sit by the window, sunlight streaming in, and breathe in the scent of fresh flowers. For now, you let yourself exist in the quiet moments, one breath at a time. <img src="pic/ending2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

He doesn’t waste a second. In one swift motion, he grabs his gun from under a pillow and points it at you, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Face down on the bed. Now!" You obey, your heart pounding as he gags you with the first piece of cloth he can find. He pulls a pillowcase over your head, plunging you into darkness, and fumbles around until he finds something to bind your hands and feet. The ropes bite into your skin, tight and unrelenting. Over the next few hours, you hear him working—clinking metal, the hum of machinery, and the occasional muttered curse as he assembles and adjusts his device. The sounds are methodical, calculated, and utterly terrifying. Finally, he drags you to the machine, forcing you to sit in it. He secures your head in place, the cold metal pressing against your temples. You feel a sharp sting in your arm as he injects something. "That’s my last vial," he mutters, almost to himself. "And I can’t make more until I’m out of this mess. So, I’m really sorry if you don’t wake up again, but I’m not taking any chances." You do wake up again—but not as yourself. Your body feels alien, unresponsive. You can’t speak, can’t think, can’t even feed yourself. Percy, ever resourceful, manages to lay low, slipping through the cracks of the police net with you in tow, a silent shadow in his twisted escape. In the following weeks, Percy, if that's even his real name as he will change it many times, used you as his personnal toy and money making machine. <img src="pic/endwhore.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been the first, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shattered the minds of countless others, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He built a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transformed it into a laboratory and farm—a twisted fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfected his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. Despite Percy having some attachement to you for being the first, he throw you in with the barn women, your brain too damaged to fulfill another role in his plans, whatever they are. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

The door bursts open. Percy steps back in, muttering under his breath about forgetting something. In one swift, practiced motion, he grabs his gun from under the pillow and tucks it under his shirt, out of sight but within easy reach. He returns much later with food and medicine, his movements calm but calculated. That’s when you approach him with the idea of helping him. He’s distrustful at first, his hand instinctively moving toward the gun, but you point out that you could have used the phone while he was gone—and didn’t. That makes him hesitate. After a tense moment, he nods, choosing to believe you. In the days that follow, Percy proves himself ever resourceful. He slips through the cracks of the police net with you in tow, a silent shadow in his twisted escape. Weeks turn into months, and Percy—if that’s even his real name, as he changes it repeatedly—begins to rebuild. You contribute to the operation by making money the only way you know how, while he establishes a new life in a foreign country. <img src="pic/whoring.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been his first successful experiment, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shatter the minds of countless others, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He builds a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transforms it into a laboratory and farm—a grotesque fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfects his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what is possible. The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> But his most chilling creations were his "sons"—engineered to be strong, muscular, and, above all, utterly loyal. They toiled tirelessly on the farm, their bodies and minds shaped for obedience. In time, the mind control getting more precise, they began to spread into society, blending in seamlessly, their true purpose hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy. His "daughters" followed shortly. You witness it all, a second-in-command trailing in Percy’s shadow. Your diminished mental capacity is an hindrance in that role; in fact, Percy offer to works on brain tissue regeneration to restore what was lost if you so desire. Years turn into decades, yet neither you nor Percy age a day. His agelessness is a constant reminder of his unnatural power, a testament to the dark secrets he has unlocked. But his ambitions don’t end there. He’s building something far more sinister—an army. And as you stand beside him, a chilling realization settles over you: the world may have been doomed the moment you chose to stand with Percy. One day, you might rule the world at his side. <img src="pic/army.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

The door bursts open. Percy steps back in, muttering under his breath about forgetting something. In one swift motion, he grabs his gun from under the pillow and hide it under his shirt. He return much later with food and medicines. In the following days Percy, ever resourceful, manages to lay low, waiting for his opportunity to slip through the cracks of the police net. One day, you hear him working—clinking metal, the hum of machinery, and the occasional muttered curse as he assembles and adjusts his device. The sounds are methodical, calculated, and utterly terrifying. That night, you feel a sharp sting in your arm as he injects something while you where asleep. He hold you down until you loose conciousness, whispering into your ear. "Do you think me blind? I can tell you are back. Well, that’s my last vial," he mutters, almost to himself. "And I can’t make more until I’m out of this mess. So, I’m really sorry if you don’t wake up again, but I’m not taking any chances." You do wake up again—but not as yourself. Your body feels alien, unresponsive. You can’t speak, can’t think, can’t even feed yourself. In the following weeks, Percy, if that's even his real name as he will change it many times, used you as his personnal toy and money making machine. <img src="pic/endwhore.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been the first, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shattered the minds of countless others, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He built a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transformed it into a laboratory and farm—a twisted fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfected his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. Despite Percy having some attachement to you for being the first, he throw you in with the barn women, your brain too damaged to fulfill another role in his plans, whatever they are. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

<<if $dave == 12 or $conspiracy gte 1>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. Under interrogation, Percy admitted to using it to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. He also admitted to spreading rumors through Cassia and Marile, as well as among many teachers and students, to observe how your behavior would be affected. The list of charges against Percy is staggering, enough to fill multiple lifetimes. But just as the case seems to be reaching its conclusion, Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but with the possibility of parole and improved conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing you. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative, alongside Percy. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. The police reached the scene too late and his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After spending some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you in the hospital, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

<<if $dave == 12 or $conspiracy gte 1>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police could have been invaluable, but by misleading them and withholding crucial information, you ultimately hindered their efforts. Without your help, they were unable to profile Percy and piece together his motives. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After spending some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. The police reached the scene too late and his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After spending some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you in the hospital, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

<<if $dave == 12, $conspiracy gte 1>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police could have been invaluable, but without your help, they were unable to profile Percy and piece together his motives. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After spending some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. The police reached the scene too late and his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After spending some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you in the hospital, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

Despite losing your apartment, residents will be provided temporary shelter in various hotels and motels. <<if $henry == 1>>You briefly consider asking Henry if you could stay at his mom’s place—but you barely know him. Better to secure a proper place first.<</if>> For now, you’ve been given a cramped motel room. It’s a stopgap, not a solution. The day slips away in a haze of grief—replacing lost belongings, fielding endless calls, trying to piece together some semblance of normalcy. By nightfall, you’re physically exhausted, emotionally raw, and mentally spent. Yet sleep won’t come. Your thoughts churn like a storm, relentless and directionless. Hours crawl by. You’re still wide awake when—the front door swings open. It’s Percy. And he’s armed. <<if $dave == 12, $conspiracy gte 1>><<if $body gte 20>>[[Fight him|phonebody2][]]<<else>>==Fight him== Body too low (20 required)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 20>>[[You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.|phonepercep2][]]<<else>>==You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.== Perception too low (20 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 20>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Lie)|genuineend2][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Lie)==Tell Percy you are on his side (20 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 20>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Genuinely)|genuineend3][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Genuinely)==Tell Percy you are on his side (20 required)<</if>><<else>><<if $body gte 25>>[[Fight him|phonebody2][]]<<else>>==Fight him== Body too low (25 required)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 25>>[[You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.|phonepercep2][]]<<else>>==You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.== Perception too low (25 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 25>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Lie)|genuineend2][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Lie)==Tell Percy you are on his side (25 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 25>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Genuinely)|genuineend3][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Genuinely)==Tell Percy you are on his side (25 required)<</if>><</if>> [[Surrender|phonesurrender2][]]

Despite losing your apartment, residents will be provided temporary shelter in various hotels and motels. <<if $henry == 1>>You briefly consider asking Henry if you could stay at his mom’s place—but you barely know him. Better to secure a proper place first.<</if>> For now, you’ve been given a cramped motel room. It’s a stopgap, not a solution. The day slips away in a haze of grief—replacing lost belongings, fielding endless calls, trying to piece together some semblance of normalcy. By nightfall, you’re physically exhausted, emotionally raw, and mentally spent. Yet sleep won’t come. Your thoughts churn like a storm, relentless and directionless. Hours crawl by. You’re still wide awake when—the front door swings open. It’s Percy. And he’s armed. <<if $dave == 12, $conspiracy gte 1>><<if $body gte 20>>[[Fight him|phonebody2][]]<<else>>==Fight him== Body too low (20 required)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 20>>[[You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.|phonepercep2][]]<<else>>==You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.== Perception too low (20 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 20>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Lie)|genuineend2][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Lie)==Tell Percy you are on his side (20 required)<</if>><<else>><<if $body gte 25>>[[Fight him|phonebody2][]]<<else>>==Fight him== Body too low (25 required)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 25>>[[You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.|phonepercep2][]]<<else>>==You noticed him fidgeting with the door, so you waited behind it, watching.== Perception too low (25 required)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 25>>[[Tell Percy you are on his side (Lie)|genuineend2][]]<<else>>==Choose Percy side (Lie)==Tell Percy you are on his side (25 required)<</if>><</if>> [[Surrender|phonesurrender2][]]

You slip behind him and deliver a blow to the back of his head, sending him to the ground. While his head is spinning you have no trouble going around and grabbing his gun you are now pointing hit at him. When he finally raise his head, he freezes, his hands rising instinctively as he take a kneeling position. "Hey, hey now—let’s stay calm," he says, his voice steady but laced with tension. Keeping your eyes locked on Percy, you grab your phone with your free hand so you can call the police. That’s when Percy bolts. He spins on his heel and sprints toward the still-open door, his back exposed. Your finger hovers over the trigger. He probably came here to kill you. Can you really let him escape? [[Shoot him|phonedead2][]] [[Stay you hand|phonelife2][]]

You throw the closest object at him, disrupting his aim. A first shot right out, hitting the wall behind you. You rush Percy and swat the gun away, after a quick struggle, you manage to disarm him but fail to retain control of the gun you send clattering to the ground, your muscles straining against his surprising strength. Percy may not look like a fighter, but he’s far stronger than he appears. Still, you’ve trained your body. You take his punches and return your own, the room echoing with the sound of fists meeting flesh. <img src="pic/endfight.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Changing strategy, Percy dives for the weapon. You leap onto his back, grappling for control, your fingers clawing at his arm as he struggles to aim. He fires blindly behind him—four shots in rapid succession. One finds its mark, tearing through your upper leg. Adrenaline dulls the pain, but the wound weakens your stance. Percy twists beneath you, his strength overwhelming as he turns the gun toward your face. You lunge for his hand, and a bullet grazes your cheek, the heat searing your skin. He fights against your weight, trying to line up the shot, but you push back with everything you have. Even on top, you’re losing ground—Percy’s unnatural strength is too much. The barrel inches closer, and you can almost see down the dark tunnel of the muzzle. Desperate, you knee him hard between the legs. He gasps, his body curling in pain as you push the gun under his chin, and his grip tightens reflexively. The gun fires, the deafening bang echoing in the small room. Then, silence. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You hear somebody in the next room screaming something on the phone. You try to crawl, but your body betrays you. Your leg is a mess, blood pooling beneath you, the red spreading rapidly across the carpet. You collapse onto your back, pressing your hands hard against the wound, trying to stem the flow. The first to arrive are police officers, their voices sharp and urgent as they take control of the scene. They hastily dress your wound, their hands steady but hurried. Paramedics follow, redoing the bandages properly and preparing a transfusion. Your vision blurs, the world spinning as they lift you onto a stretcher and load you into the back of an ambulance. The last thing you see before darkness takes you is the flashing lights and the grim faces of those trying to save your life. After some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you and representatives came to speak with you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that would grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you if you where to sign it. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. The police reached the scene too late and his whereabouts remain unknown. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. He’s still out there, likely plotting more experiments and chaos. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. It could have been used to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. After some time in the hospital, Umbra Genix became deeply interested in you and representatives came to speak with you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that would grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you if you where to sign it. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you in the hospital, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. From the moment you woke up in the hospital, disoriented and afraid, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of medical appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your recovery, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

He doesn’t waste a second. He points his gun at you, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Face down on the bed. Now!" You obey, your heart pounding as he gags you with the first piece of cloth he can find. He pulls a pillowcase over your head, plunging you into darkness, and fumbles around until he finds something to bind your hands and feet. The ropes bite into your skin, tight and unrelenting. He stuff you in a large sport bag and throw you in the back of his car. Over the next few hours, you hear the engine, then he stop and bring you in some unknow location. You hear him working—clinking metal, the hum of machinery, and the occasional muttered curse as he assembles and adjusts his device. The sounds are methodical, calculated, and utterly terrifying. Finally, he slip you out of the bag and drags you to his machine, forcing you to sit in it. He secures your head in place, the cold metal pressing against your temples. You feel a sharp sting in your arm as he injects something. "That’s my last vial," he mutters, almost to himself. "And I can’t make more until I’m out of this mess. So, I’m really sorry if you don’t wake up again, but I’m not taking any chances." You do wake up again—but not as yourself. Your body feels alien, unresponsive. You can’t speak, can’t think, can’t even feed yourself. Percy, ever resourceful, manages to lay low, slipping through the cracks of the police net with you in tow, a silent shadow in his twisted escape. In the following weeks, Percy, if that's even his real name as he will change it many times, used you as his personnal toy and money making machine. <img src="pic/endwhore.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been the first, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shattered the minds of countless others, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He built a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transformed it into a laboratory and farm—a twisted fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfected his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. Despite Percy having some attachement to you for being the first, he throw you in with the barn women, your brain too damaged to fulfill another role in his plans, whatever they are. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

The shot rings out, but Percy keeps running. You fire again, and again, until he collapses, his body crumpling to the floor. Around him, crimson spreads across the carpet.. <img src="pic/splatter.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The police are the first to arrive, securing the scene with clinical efficiency. They take photographs, gather evidence, and cuff you without hesitation. Paramedics follow, confirming Percy’s death with a somber nod. You’re taken to the station for questioning. They have a pretty good idea of what happened. Because you shot him in the back while he was not a direct treat anymore, they arrest you for murder. <<if $dave == 12 or $conspiracy gte 1>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. That's when Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in, paying your bail and providing a skilled lawyer. They offer more than legal support—they promise rehabilitation. Mental health counseling, a house, financial stability—it all sounds like a lifeline. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you would sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. Thanks to Ozawa’s testimony, the prosecution takes it easy on you. Your charge is reduced from murder to manslaughter. The law is clear: you’re guilty. But a lengthy legal battle against someone now under the wing of a powerful corporation is not worth it in the procecutor eyes. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re the cornerstone of their new research initiative. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to repair your damaged brain or develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want.<<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. His whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. That's when Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in, paying your bail and providing a skilled lawyer. They offer more than legal support—they promise rehabilitation. Mental health counseling, a house, financial stability—it all sounds like a lifeline. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you would sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. Thanks to Ozawa’s testimony, the prosecution takes it easy on you. Your charge is reduced from murder to manslaughter. The law is clear: you’re guilty. But a lengthy legal battle against someone now under the wing of a powerful corporation is not worth it in the procecutor eyes. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re the cornerstone of their new research initiative. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to repair your damaged brain or develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want.<<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. He was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. She was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

You signal Percy’s current position and explain the situation as best as you can. You catch a glimpse of his car has he escape and give a description. Police officers arrive shortly to question you, their presence urgent and authoritative. <<if $dave == 12 or $conspiracy gte 1>>Percy didn’t make it far. His previous escape had relied on chaos and distraction, but this time, he was running away with the entire police force actively hunting him. <img src="pic/arrest.jpg" class="responsive-img"> In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. Under interrogation, Percy admitted to using it to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. He also admitted to spreading rumors through Cassia and Marile, as well as among many teachers and students, to observe how your behavior would be affected. The list of charges against Percy is staggering, enough to fill multiple lifetimes. But just as the case seems to be reaching its conclusion, Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but with the possibility of parole and improved conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing you. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative, alongside Percy. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. His whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. Under interrogation, Percy admitted to using it to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. He also admitted to spreading rumors through Cassia and Marile, as well as among many teachers and students, to observe how your behavior would be affected. The list of charges against Percy is staggering, enough to fill multiple lifetimes. But just as the case seems to be reaching its conclusion, Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but with the possibility of parole and improved conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing you. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative, alongside Percy. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. He was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. She was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

You convince Percy you are on his side. He as his doubts, but simply escort you to his car instead of whatever he had planned for you. When he stop at a gas station, you signal Percy’s current position and explain the situation as best as you can. Police officers arrive shortly surrounding the establishment. Percy look for an escape at first but surrender quickly. His previous escape had relied on chaos and distraction, but this time, he had nothing. <img src="pic/arrest.jpg" class="responsive-img"> <<if $dave == 12 or $conspiracy gte 1>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. Thankfully, an investigation was already underway, and police were dispatched to the scene before he could make a clean escape. Percy was shot during the chaos, but his whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. Under interrogation, Percy admitted to using it to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. He also admitted to spreading rumors through Cassia and Marile, as well as among many teachers and students, to observe how your behavior would be affected. The list of charges against Percy is staggering, enough to fill multiple lifetimes. But just as the case seems to be reaching its conclusion, Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but with the possibility of parole and improved conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing you. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative, alongside Percy. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>In the days that follow, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together. Percy, it turns out, had orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories after setting fire to your apartment. His whereabouts remained unknown until he tried to make you disapear. Using his role as an intern, he had crafted a well-laid plan, sabotaging the laboratory in a way that not only engulfed the building in flames but also triggered a massive explosion of toxic gas stored on-site. The devastation served as the perfect diversion, allowing him to slip away into the night while authorities scrambled to contain the fallout. Your cooperation with the police proved invaluable. With your help, they were able to profile Percy and piece together his motives. A search of your apartment remains revealed a device he had installed in the ventilation system—a tool he used to saturate the air with sleeping gas. Under interrogation, Percy admitted to using it to conduct experiments on you while you slept, though the full extent of his actions remains unclear. He also admitted to spreading rumors through Cassia and Marile, as well as among many teachers and students, to observe how your behavior would be affected. The list of charges against Percy is staggering, enough to fill multiple lifetimes. But just as the case seems to be reaching its conclusion, Umbra Genix Laboratories steps in. Eager to claim Percy’s discoveries for themselves, they broker a deal with the prosecution. Percy will serve a life sentence—non-negotiable—but with the possibility of parole and improved conditions in exchange for prison labor. He’ll assist not only in their research but also in fixing you. Because yes, Umbra Genix is deeply interested in you. Their offer goes beyond mere rehabilitation: mental health support, a new home, financial stability. On the surface, it’s a gesture of goodwill, a calculated move to rebuild their tarnished image after the disaster. But buried in the fine print of the contracts you’re asked to sign are clauses that grant them discovery rights to anything they might learn from you. To Umbra Genix, you’re more than a survivor; you’re a potential cornerstone of their new research initiative, alongside Percy. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is already theorizing ways to develop a serum to restore you to your former self—if that’s what you want. And with Percy’s help, he’s almost certain to succeed. <<if $anderp == "ander5" or $anderp == "anderD">><<else>> One day Ander disappeared, he was never seen again. <</if>> <<if $anderp == "ander5">>Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. To shield you from any fallout, he secured you a watertight contract, ensuring your safety and stability. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you.<<else>><<if $charisma gte 20>>Thanks to your remarkable charisma and sharp negotiating skills, you manage to turn the tables in your favor. After a series of intense discussions, Umbra Genix reluctantly agrees to significantly sweeten the deal. Not only do they offer the original benefits—comprehensive medical care, mental health support, a new home, and financial stability—but they also make you a major shareholder in the company. This grants you a substantial stake in Umbra Genix, with the potential to earn millions in dividends over time. Even more importantly, they concede to your demand for complete autonomy. There are no requirements, no obligations, and no strings attached. The only leverage they hold over you is the financial incentive of your shares and dividends, which, ironically, aligns their success with your own.<<else>>The benefits outlined in the contract are staggering—valued at hundred of thousand dollars. It’s a life-changing sum, offering everything from comprehensive medical care and mental health support to a new home and financial stability. And, despite your best efforts, renegotiating the terms proves impossible. Umbra Genix’s lawyers are immovable, their polished smiles and rehearsed reassurances doing little to mask the inflexibility of their position. Now, the decision rests solely with you, will you trade biological samples and discovery rights for financial security? The pen feels heavy in your hand as you hover over the dotted line, you will take time to think it over and decide another day.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. He was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. His unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; he was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a boyfriend, he’s been nothing short of extraordinary. He’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. He’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. His kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know he’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength when everything else felt like it was falling apart. She was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together the fragments of your life. Her unwavering support didn’t stop at emotional comfort; she was there for the practicalities too, helping you navigate the labyrinth of appointments, legal paperwork, and the overwhelming decisions that came your way. As a girlfriend, she’s been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s the one who stayed up with you on sleepless nights, listening patiently as you grappled with your fears and frustrations. She’s the one who made you laugh when it felt like the world was too heavy to bear, who reminded you that there was still joy to be found even in the darkest moments. Her kindness, patience, and love have been a lifeline, helping you rebuild not just your life but your sense of self. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. And now, as you stand at the crossroads of this life-altering decision, you know she’ll be there too—not to push you in any direction, but to stand by your side, no matter what you choose. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. <<if $charisma gte 20 or $anderp == "ander5">>Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving1.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

You convince Percy you are on his side. He as his doubts, but simply escort you to his car instead of whatever he had planned for you. In the days that follow, Percy proves himself ever resourceful. He slips through the cracks of the police net with you in tow, a silent shadow in his twisted escape. Weeks turn into months, and Percy—if that’s even his real name, as he changes it repeatedly—begins to rebuild. You contribute to the operation in any ways you can, while he establishes a new life in a foreign country. <img src="pic/whoring.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> You may have been his first successful experiment, but you were far from the last. Over the years, Percy shatter the minds of countless people, reducing them to hollow, obedient husks. He builds a remote compound, hidden from the world, and transforms it into a laboratory and farm—a grotesque fusion of science and agriculture. There, he perfects his experiments in genetic engineering and mind control, pushing the boundaries of what is possible. The barns were filled with women, milked and fucked by the men, nothing more than cattle. Their female form altered to birth countless childs, each generation more efficient than the last. <img src="pic/hucow.jpg" class="responsive-img"> But his most chilling creations were his "sons"—engineered to be strong, muscular, and, above all, utterly loyal. They toiled tirelessly on the farm, their bodies and minds shaped for obedience. In time, the mind control getting more precise, they began to spread into society, blending in seamlessly, their true purpose hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy. His "daughters" followed shortly. You witness it all, a second-in-command trailing in Percy’s shadow. Percy offer a number of enchancements if you so desire. Years turn into decades, yet neither you nor Percy age a day. His agelessness is a constant reminder of his unnatural power, a testament to the dark secrets he has unlocked. But his ambitions don’t end there. He’s building something far more sinister—an army. And as you stand beside him, a chilling realization settles over you: the world may have been doomed the moment you chose to stand with Percy. One day, you might rule the world at his side. <img src="pic/army.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

Unable to make you talk, they have you sit in handcuffs, and accuse you of aiding a terrorist’s escape. Over the following days, the narrative takes shape—neat, damning, and mostly false. But with Percy gone, someone has to pay for what happened. The truth? You and Percy orchestrated a meticulously planned raid on Umbra Genix Laboratories. It started with the fire in your apartment—a calculated distraction. As an intern, Percy had spent months weaving his sabotage into the lab’s infrastructure. Not just a fire—a cataclysm. He triggered an explosion in the toxic gas storage, engulfing the facility in chaos. While emergency crews scrambled to contain the disaster, he vanished into the night. When investigators combed through your apartment’s remains, they found it: a device hidden in the ventilation system, designed to flood the air with sleeping gas. That’s how you and Percy conducted your experiments unnoticed. The idea that you were his accomplice is ludicrous. Yet the verdict comes anyway. Guilty. But you never reach the penitentiary. Officially, you committed suicide. That’s what the reports say. That’s what everyone believes. The reality? Far darker. You’re still alive—confined in a secret laboratory, stripped of identity, reduced to a specimen. What they could learn from you is worth millions. Probably more. <img src="pic/endlab.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The End

Scar, the one-eyed leader, jabs a finger at a wiry guy in a worn leather jacket. “Take her to the arena.” The guy steps forward, his voice flat. “This way.” You’re shoved into a car, the engine roaring to life as AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” blasts from the stereo, the bass vibrating through your bones. The ride takes you deep into the industrial district, weaving between looming warehouses and boarded-up factories, their windows dark and shattered. Finally, the car lurches to a stop. “We’re here,” your escort grunts. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and cigarette smoke. You cross paths with rough-looking goons who nod at your guide, their eyes lingering on you. The roar of a crowd grows louder as you reach the arena—a caged ring in the center of a cavernous room. Two fighters trade brutal punches and kicks, blood splattering the stained concrete floor. Spectators cheer wildly, some waving cash at bookmakers, others shouting for more violence. <img src="pic/anderfight.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your escort nudges you toward a stocky man with a scarred face—the manager. He squints at you, then glares at the enforcer. “Explained the rules yet?” “Not yet,” the guy replies. The manager sighs, exasperated. “No weapons, no clothes that could be used as one. Don’t kill if you can help it. You fight until you can’t. And you keep your mouth shut about this place. Got it?” A sickening crack, followed by a blood-curdling scream cuts through the noise. In the cage, one fighter’s arm dangles at an unnatural angle, broken. His opponent struts around, arms raised, soaking in the crowd’s roars. Some rush to collect betting winnings, while others groan over losses. The victor, egged on by chants, drops an elbow onto the downed man, drawing a final cheer before strutting out. Shady medics haul the injured fighter away, his arm swelling grotesquely. The manager turns back to you, his gaze hard. “Get ready. We’ll run dogs to warm up the crowd and find you an opponent.” Your guide leads you to a grimy room that doubles as an office and changing area. He tosses you a roll of bandages. “Wrap these tight—protects your hands, strengthens your strikes,” he says, showing you how to loop them around your wrists and knuckles. As you follow his lead, doubt gnaws at you. This is insane—risking your body in a cage for Ander? He’s a friend, sure, but you don’t owe him this much. Still, the locked doors and armed goons tell you it’s too late to back out. Your guide leads you to the cage, the metal door clanging shut and locking behind you. The concrete floor is still damp from a hasty mop-up, streaks of blood and the faint outline of a dragged-away dog lingering in the dim light. Across from you stands your opponent: an athletic woman, her skin a canvas of tattoos, short hair cropped close, no piercings to snag. She’s all muscle and menace, exuding confidence. The announcer’s voice booms over the rowdy crowd. “In the cage tonight, we’ve got the returning veteran, Crush, against our new blood, Silver! Odds are two-to-one for Crush—place your bets!” Crush throws a taunting gesture to the crowd, igniting cheers. You mimic her, raising a fist, and the noise swells. She extends a hand, a seeming sportsman’s shake, but it’s a feint. She lunges, a blur of aggression, and the world narrows—just you and her, locked in a brutal dance. Punches fly, kicks snap, and grapple attempts chain together in a relentless storm. Exhaustion burns your muscles, and her experience shines through. You’re on the defensive, dodging and weaving, but her attacks grow wilder, more reckless. <img src="pic/anderfight2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She leaps forward, aiming a flurry of devastating blows, but her footwork falters—sloppy, exposed. Seizing the chance, you slam a kick into her leg. She stumbles, and you punch as well as pushher back. Her recovery from the fall is poor, her ankle plant into the ground at a bad angle, twisting it unnaturally. She crashes down, her head smacking the concrete with a sickening thud. Motionless, she lies there, and the crowd holds its breath. You freeze, heart pounding, wondering if she’s gone for good. “What a turn of events!” the announcer roars. “Crush is down, defeated by our newcomer! Give it up for Silver!” The crowd erupts, a wave of cheers crashing over you, but you’re shell-shocked, adrenaline still surging. The cage door swings open, and your guide pulls you out as medics drag Crush’s limp form away while some hands from the crowd tries to cope a feel as they passes. The escort hustles you to the car, the engine rumbling through the industrial district’s dark streets. Back at your apartment, he drops you off with a nod and two simple words: “Nice fight.” You stand alone, the night air cool against your bruised skin, the weight of the victory—and its cost—sinking in. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander2">>

Scar, the one-eyed leader, jabs a finger at a wiry guy in a leather jacket. “Take her to the kitchen.” The guy steps forward, clutching a black hood. “Safety first,” he says, his voice flat. “Can’t have outsiders knowing where we cook.” Before you can protest, he yanks the hood over your head. The fabric is thick, suffocating, blocking out light and muffling sound. Your hands are jerked behind your back, bound tight with zip ties. He grips your arm, dragging you outside. Your stomach lurches as you’re shoved into a car trunk, the lid slamming shut with a metallic thud. <img src="pic/andertrunk.jpg" class="responsive-img"> This is insane, you think. They could be kidnapping you for all you know. The engine roars to life, and the stereo blasts AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell,” the bass rattling your bones. The ride feels endless, though it’s hard to gauge distance in the cramped, jolting trunk. Your head bangs against the floor when the car hit a bump, pain sparking behind your eyes. Finally, the car stops. Rough hands yank you out, hustle you through a door, and down a creaking staircase. When the hood is ripped off, you’re in a dimly lit basement that reeks of sulfur and chemicals. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting shadows on stained concrete walls. A middle-aged man with wild, bloodshot eyes and jittery hands sizes you up, his face twisting in disgust. <img src="pic/anderlab.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “What the hell is this?” he snaps. “This ain’t no place for tourists!” The enforcer shrugs. “She’s your assistant. Boss’s orders.” The chemist scoffs, shaking his head. “This is the best you could drag in? Pathetic.” “We’ve been short-handed since… you know, the last incident,” the enforcer replies, a smirk in his voice. “Mistakes happen!” the chemist barks, his hands twitching. “Stop holding that over me.” “It was last month.” “Months, weeks, years—who gives a shit?” He pivots to you, his tone shifting abruptly. “You’re on mixing duty. I supervise. My hands aren’t as steady as they used to be.” The enforcer heads for the door. “I’ll be back in the morning.” He steps out, and the heavy clank of a locking gate echoes behind him. The chemist points to a shelf stacked with containers. “Grab the precursor—the white stuff there. I need a full gallon.” With no better options, you comply, navigating the claustrophobic lab under his erratic supervision. Hours pass in a haze of measuring, mixing, and stifling fumes. By the end of the night, exhaustion should weigh you down, but instead, you feel wired, unsteady. The air’s thick with chemicals, and the lab’s shoddy ventilation probably explains the chemist’s frayed nerves—and your own buzzing head. At dawn, the enforcer returns. The hood goes back on, plunging you into darkness. Another disorienting ride later, the trunk pops open, and you’re dumped unceremoniously on the pavement outside your apartment. The sun warm your skin, glaring down as you stagger to your feet, the chemical haze still clinging to your senses. <<link "Go to bed, just for an hour" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander2">>

Scar turns, his one eye glinting. “We got a car ready?” “Sure, boss,” the tall guy replies, already tapping out a text. “Show her the ride,” Scar orders. The guy motions you outside, his boots scuffing the cracked pavement. “You know how to drive?” he asks, not waiting for an answer. “Don’t need a license, just stick to backroads. Find a nice house, grab whatever’s worth something.” A beat-up sedan rolls up, its paint chipped and bumper rattling—barely worth its scrap metal. The driver, a wiry guy with a crooked grin, hops out. “Hope you like fresh air,” he chuckles, nodding at the busted window. “Got some cleaning gloves on the passenger seat. You’re gonna need ‘em.” The car screams stolen. One wrong turn, and a cop could end this night real quick. You push the thought down as the guy from the skatepark scrolls through his phone. “Got a lead,” he says. “Some idiot’s posting vacation pics, address right on his profile. Start here.” He shoves a scrap of paper with the address into your hand. You slide into the driver’s seat, the engine coughing to life. Doubts churn as you pull onto the road. Helping Ander means screwing over some stranger—right or wrong, it’s a trade-off. The address isn’t far. You park a block away, scanning the house. Motion-sensor lights, cameras, and a blinking alarm system scream trouble. No go. You cruise further, eyes sharp, until you spot a better target: no security, no cars, no lights, mailbox overflowing. Looks like the owners are gone. <img src="pic/andersteal.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You leave the keys in the ignition for a quick escape, grab the gloves, and take a deep breath. The place is locked tight, but the backdoor’s flimsy window gives way with a muffled smash. You reach through, careful not to slice your arm, and unlock the door. A dog barks in the distance, spiking your pulse. You move fast, tearing through the house. Under the mattress, you find a wad of cash. In the closet, jewelry glints beneath a pile of clothes. In the office, a few credit cards sits in a drawer. Then, a sharp knock at the front door freezes you. A man’s voice calls out, “Jeff? Thought you were on a business trip!” A neighbor. Shit. You crouch low, peering from the shadows. He circles the house, spots the shattered window, and pulls out his phone. Cops are seconds away. You bolt, clutching your loot, and sprint through the front door to the car. Tires screech as you peel out, the neighbor shouting in the street, his figure shrinking in the rearview as he tries to chase on foot. You make it back to the rundown building by the skatepark, adrenaline still torching your nerves. That rush—it’s easy to see why some get hooked. At the gate, the same Black guy from earlier takes your haul, inspecting it with a frown. “Slim pickings,” he grunts. You try to explain, but he waves you off. “Skill issue. We’ll call this a first payment. Now get lost.” You stumble back into the night, exhaustion creeping in. You need sleep before dawn, and you can only hope Ander’s holding up. Dragging your feet, you head for your apartment, the weight of the night settling heavy as adrenaline wears off. <<link "Go to bed" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander2">>

"Good," Scar, the one-eyed leader, sneers, his scarred face twisting into a grin. “I like a woman who knows her place.” He jabs a finger at a wiry guy in a worn leather jacket. “Outfit her and take her to the street.” The guy steps forward, his voice flat. “This way.” He leads you to a cramped room, featuring a mirror and shelves stacked with fishnets, miniskirts, and sheer fabrics that barely qualify as clothes. Surprisingly, the stench isn’t bad—faint traces of perfume linger. You glance at the guy, and he lingers, staring blankly until he catches your look. With an eye roll, he turns away, giving you privacy. <img src="pic/ander6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Once dressed, you’re hustled into a car. The engine roars, and AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” blasts from the stereo, the bass thrumming through your bones. The ride cuts through the night, landing you on a bustling main street, neon signs flickering over cracked sidewalks. The car lurches to a stop. “We’re here,” your escort grunts, climbing out and heading toward an eccentric Black man. <img src="pic/anderpimp.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Hey, Mac, got a new worker for you,” the guy says. “Take good care of her.” Mac grins wide, teeth flashing. “Sure, dude, always do!” He turns to you, eyes appraising. “Pretty thing, you’ll kill it out here. A john gives you trouble, a coworker vanishes with a shady guy, or you need more rubbers, you come to me. Cash goes to me—only me. Skim a cent, and you’ll regret it. Now get out there and make bank.” Uncertain, you scan the street—cars crawl by, shadows move in alleys. Then you spot Foxy, a familiar face, leaning against a lamppost. You head her way, desperate for an anchor. “Hey, Silver!” Foxy calls, her smile bright. “How you holdin’ up? Hope the night’s treatin’ you well. Just turned a trick, but my girls are gone—probably busy.” She laughs, chatting easily about the job, her boyfriend, anything to lighten the mood. When she hears it’s your first night, she shifts gears, a fount of advice. “Listen up: always check the car for locks before you get in—trapped is dead. Never go to a second location; stick to public spots. Watch each other’s backs—signal if a guy feels off. Carry rubbers, always, no exceptions. And trust your gut—if it’s wrong, walk away.” <img src="pic/foxy1.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A car slows to a stop, the window rolling down. “Hey, Foxy, who’s your friend? She’s hot. Two for one?” Foxy laughs, shaking her head. “Hell nah, Johnny, it’s one for one or two for two.” “C’mon, I’m a good client,” he whines. “At least tell me you girls’ll swap my cum.” “Eww, no way I’m letting my friend catch bugs on her first night,” Foxy shoots back. “But we’ll play nice together, give you a good show, if you’re into that.” “First night, huh?” Johnny grins, leaning out. “Happy to break her in. Climb in, girls.” The car’s interior reeks of cheap cologne and stale smoke. Johnny’s eyes gleam with hunger as you and Foxy slide into the backseat. She lands on top of you, her hands roam, her lips soft—Foxy’s touch is practiced, a performance for his gaze, her fingers brushing your skin as you mirror her, heart pounding. Johnny leers, barely looking at the road as he drives to the nearest pay-by-the-hour motel. As the car comes to a stop, you're almost sad your little scene with Foxy is over. The room is clean if a bit tacky, with a mirror both in front and above the bed, a washroom with no intimacy, and a sex toy distributor. <img src="pic/foxyyuri.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Foxy pushes you onto the bed and gets her head between your legs. Her expert tongue is pure bliss. Johnny takes position behind her and starts pounding. Muffled by your flesh, Foxy moans like a porn star. <img src="pic/foxyyuri2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She climbs above and kisses you, the client exits her and fills your wet cunt. Foxy works your clitoris with a devious smile on her face and makes you cum as you see yourself in the mirror above, pounded by a stranger for money and fingered by another prostitute. Then you feel it, Johnny’s balls contracting and his pace changing. <img src="pic/foxyffm.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Fuck, I couldn't keep it in longer with you slut playing with each other like that.” He leaves the money and preservative on the table and leaves without even learning your nickname. Foxy looks you in the eyes with excitement. “Oh my god, you were perfect, you are made for this line of work. Here's your share. Let's do this again sometime, I'm gonna look if my girls are back on the street.” She leaves with a wink and a blown kiss. You head back on the street and end up stopped before you return. “Hey beauty, how much for a blowjob?” The man is missing a tooth, is balding, and getting old. You overcharge him, hoping he'll turn you down, but he just smiles and show his cash. You get in the truck, he smells like weed and old man, he pulls out his unwashed dick, and you are so glad you have a rubber with you, you don't even want to touch his skin, and then your head is bobbing up and down in his smelly crotch for a minute until the preservative fills with his seed. You're so glad it's time to grab the money and leave, you don't bother telling goodbye. <img src="pic/ander7.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your third trick is a weird request by two men around 20 to 30, they ask you to give them a handjob while you fuck yourself on the car handbrake. It wasn't the most pleasurable experience you ever had, but it was novel and they appeared very satisfied. After a couple of hours, the streets are calm and the clients are gone. You hand over your earnings to Mac who gives you just enough to get a taxi to your flat. As you lay down, you wonder to yourself about your worth, self-image, and intimacy. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander2">><<set $sex to $sex+10>><<set $corruption to $corruption+100>>

Scar turns, his one eye glinting like a blade in the dim light. “Bring back as much as you can. Don’t disappoint me.” “Sure, boss,” the tall guy says, already gripping your arm and steering you out of the rundown building. He hustles you through the skatepark, the night air sharp with the scent of spray paint and stale weed, and stops at a flickering ATM on a quiet street corner. He leans in close, his voice low. “Here’s the deal: withdraw exactly what I tell you. Too much in one go, or on the same day, and the bank flags it. This is just the first payment. You’ll be back for at least three more nights.” Your stomach twists as you punch in your PIN, the machine’s hum loud in the silence. You pull out the cash—every bill feels like a piece of your life handed over—and pass it to him. He stuffs it into his jacket, the wad disappearing into a zipped pocket. <img src="pic/anderpaid.jpg" class="responsive-img"> “Thanks,” he says, his tone flat. “Now scram.” You turn away, legs heavy, and drag yourself back to your apartment through the empty streets. The weight of what you’ve done presses down—helping Ander, but at what cost? You can only hope he’s holding up as you lay in your bed. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander2">>

You catch up with Ander just before he slips out again, his face etched with a different kind of worry than before—less fear, more obsession. He glances around the dim alley, voice low but intense. “Thanks” he says, rubbing his neck. “I know this mess ain’t easy for you. You have no idea how much I owe you. Paying off some of my debt bought me just enough breathing room to dig into something… weird. The drugs Scar’s pushing—they’re not normal. They change people, not like regular dope. Take Foxy. She used to laught at the very idea of working the street, wouldn’t touch it. Then work the corner, and—get this—she’s somehow prettier since she got hooked. It’s unnatural. Could be linked to what happened to you.” He pulls a small, tightly wrapped package from his jacket, the kind he’s forced to sling on the streets. “My dad’s on the board at Umbra Genix. I… borrowed his credentials, got access to a lab. Tested this stuff, but I’m no genius. I need more samples—different batches and products—to figure out what’s in it, what’s causing this. I’m talking chemical breakdowns, isolating whatever’s messing with people.” Ander paces, his boots scuffing the cracked pavement, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Problem is, Scar’s got eyes on me now. Watches every move. But you? He’s a grade A misogynistic—won’t take you seriously. If you can get your hands on some of his finished product, I can sneak it to the lab and work it out. Problem is, I don’t know how you’d pull it off without raising flags. Got any ideas?” He stops, looking at you expectantly, the weight of his desperation hanging in the air. <<if $intel gte 10>>[[You could work at the kitchen, just need to know what to look for and figure something out so they don't catch you when they weight the batch|ander2intel][$energy to $energy-5]]<<else>>You don't think you could steal from the lab without being caught when they weight batches<</if>> <<if $perception gte 10>>[[Apparently you're a good thief|ander2perception][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You don't think you're a good enough thief<</if>> <<if $money gte 12 and $charisma gte 6>>[[If you're gonna make another payment, you may as well as for a sample of his finest products in exchange|ander2money][$money to $money-12]]<<else>>You don't have the money or glib to ask for a sampling of his finest products<</if>> <<link "You'll come back to him if you figure something out" $return>> <<set $finalander to 1>><</link>>

You arrange a drop-off and find yourself delivered to the ramshackle lab with a hood over your head to keep the location secret, heart pounding as you descend into the underworld’s underbelly. The basement is a claustrophobic haze, reeking of sulfur and acrid chemicals. Flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across stained concrete walls. A middle-aged chemist, his bloodshot eyes wild and hands trembling, sizes you up before jerking his head toward a cluttered array of chemistry equipment—beakers, burners, and vials in chaotic disarray. You comply, navigating the cramped lab under his erratic supervision. Hours blur in a fog of measuring powders, mixing liquids, and choking on stifling fumes. Exhaustion should drag you down, but instead, your nerves hum with an unnatural buzz, the lab’s shoddy ventilation leaving your head spinning. The chemist’s frayed demeanor—twitching fingers, muttered curses—makes it clear the air’s poison is eating at him, too. <img src="pic/anderlab.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your sharp mind keeps you focused. You calculate precisely what to add and how much to siphon off, skimming just enough from the final batch without sabotaging the process. The final product is within error margins, perfect to avoid suspicion. At dawn, the enforcer returns, his heavy boots echoing. You’re hooded again, the disorienting ride back a jarring blur of muffled music and sharp turns. Finally, you’re dumped outside your apartment, the rising sun warming your skin but doing little to shake the chemical haze clinging to your senses. Tucked in a hidden pocket, you carry the stolen samples Ander needs, your pulse still racing from the night’s high-stakes gamble. <<link "Go to bed, just for an hour" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander3">>

You stride into Scar’s HQ, cash in hand for your second payment toward Ander’s debt. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of stale beer, the dim lights casting long shadows across the scarred table in the center of the room. You refused to leave the money at the door, insisting Scar himself knows you’ve paid again—no receipt, no trust. The gate guard, a burly man with a skeptical grunt, lets you through, though his eyes linger like you’re more trouble than you’re worth. Inside, Scar lounges in his chair talking to his closest associates. He delegates to a scrawny guy who counts stack of bills with a machine. You hand over the cash, making a point of your loyalty to Ander’s cause. Then, leaning in, you drop a casual but deliberate it to your intesrest for his products and how nice it would be to have a few tryout samples. <img src="pic/scar0.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> Scar’s lieutenants exchange smirks, their minds already spinning. They’re not fools—they see a chance to hook you, to turn a payer into a user if you ever tire of covering Ander’s debts. Scar nods, barely looking up. “Give her a taste,” he mutters, waving a hand. One of his men, a wiry guy with a crooked grin, tosses you a small bundle—vials, baggies, a little of everything they deal. “Don’t say we’re not generous,” he sneers. You pocket the samples, keeping your face neutral, and walk out, the weight of the drugs a secret victory. <img src="pic/anderpaid2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Back in the night air, you head straight for Ander’s drop-off spot, the samples tucked safely away. By playing their game, you’ve scored exactly what he needs to analyze Scar’s product. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander3">>

Tonight, your targets are Scar’s dealers. You start by observing, blending into the shadows to study their tells—how they move, talk, and operate. Some work in pairs: one handles cash, the other passes product, their hands quick and eyes darting. Others, like Ander, work alone, coerced into the trade—nervous, sloppy, easier marks. You catalog their habits and haunts, noting where they linger: alleyways, dive bars, street corners. You also watch their clients, learning the drugs’ effects—some leave addicts jittery, others glassy-eyed or gaunt, helping you avoid overlapping samples. With your list of marks set, you confirm each carries a unique product for Ander’s analysis. You pinpoint where they stash their merchandise—pockets, backpacks, hidden pouches—and plan your approach. The first dealer, lounging on a stoop, smokes a blunt laced with his own supply. You wait until he sparks a fresh one, then saunter up, striking up a casual chat. Laughing, you bum a puff, pass it back, then take another, lingering until you walk off with the blunt, feigning forgetfulness. He barely notices, too high to care. <img src="pic/anderdrug1.png" class="responsive-img"> The second dealer is paranoid, eyes scanning the street, but his latest client stumbles away, drunk and unsteady. You tail the man, slipping the fresh purchase from his jacket as he sways, oblivious, into the night. <img src="pic/anderdrug2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> At a grimy strip club, another dealer peddles powder to dancers, who buy heavily before ducking into the washroom. You follow, scavenging traces they leave behind piecing together a full sample without drawing eyes. <img src="pic/anderdrug3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> By dawn, your collection is complete, gathered without blowing your cover or breaking the bank. As a bonus, you’ve lifted cash, cellphones, and jewelry from stoned or drunken clients, their dulled senses making pickpocketing a breeze, even for a novice. Who’d have thought? You drop your haul at Scar’s HQ, passing it off as burglary loot. It’ll chip away at Ander’s debt and keep suspicion off your trail. The night’s work leaves you wired but drained, with barely time to crash before sunrise. Sleep will be light. <<link "Go to bed, just for a few hours" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander3">>

Ander’s face is grim, but his eyes burn with determination as you meet him in the shadowed alley. The faint glow of a distant streetlight catches the tension in his jaw. “You’re a lifesaver,,” he says, voice low and fervent. “I was drowning in this debt, and now I’m halfway out—because of you. The guy running the lab, some scientist named Ozawa, caught me using stolen credentials. But don’t worry, he’s cool. Gave me an official pass to keep testing. He’s already onto something weird with the drugs, but his samples are from only three people already messed up by it. To crack this, we need to compare before and after exposure—blood, saliva, anything biological. And we need a lot, clean and uncontaminated.” He fidgets, hands restless in his pockets, then meets your gaze. “I’m out of ideas on how to pull this off without raising flags. You’ve been sharp so far—got any thoughts on how we could get those samples?” The weight of his trust settles over you, the city’s hum a distant backdrop to the dangerous task ahead. <<if $intel gte 6>>You are smart enough to know human testing would take a while and is not ethical.<<else>>You could test it on yourself and others! Ander is against the idea...<</if>> Most of the prostitutes and clients seems to use the drugs, <<if $perception gte 12 and $money gte 3>>[[You could scavenge discarted preservatives and grease the hands of anyone getting suspicious you're hanging around too much.|ander3perception][$money to $money-3]]“<<else>>You could... Nah, you're not perceptive enough.<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 12 and $corruption gte 250>>[[You could work the street and collect semen samples.|ander3charisma][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You are not confident or slutty enough to work the street and collect semen samples.<</if>> <<if $money gte 12>>[[You could pay the whores to get a lot of samples, but it won't be cheap. |ander3money][$money to $money-12]]<<else>>You could pay the whores to get a lot of samples, if you had the money.<</if>> <<link "You'll come back to him if you figure something out" $return>> <<set $finalander to 1>><</link>>

Ander sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine, I’ll take you along, but I can't protect you. If shit goes south, I’ll try to help, but… fuck it, just be careful.” He leads you out of his cramped apartment, navigating a maze of cracked sidewalks for a few blocks until you reach a deserted skatepark. Graffiti scars the ramps, and a faint smell of weed lingers in the air. Ander spots his crew, but their greetings are icy—nods without warmth. A tall guy with a buzzcut steps forward, his voice flat. “Raven, Silver, this way.” The group herds you toward a dilapidated building, its windows boarded up and walls tagged with faded gang signs. Past the entrance, a rusted metal gate blocks the corridor. A burly Black man stands guard, his eyes scanning you before he unlocks it with a heavy clank. You’re led into a dimly lit room, the air thick with cigarette smoke. A battered sofa slumps against one wall, and a table—scarred with knife marks and burns—dominates the center. A Latino man lounges at the table, his presence commanding despite the scars that define him. A jagged cut runs across his face, slicing through an empty socket where his left eye should be. Bullet scars pepper his arms, visible under rolled-up sleeves. He fixes you and Ander with a stare that feels like a blade. <img src="pic/scar0.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> “So,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, “you’re gonna tell me the deal went smooth and you’ve got my cash, right?” Ander sets a stack of crumpled bills on the table, his hands steady but his voice tight. “I moved half. Streets are dry—nobody’s got the money to buy it all at once.” The man’s sigh is heavy, almost theatrical. Before Ander can say more, the tall guy from earlier swings a fist, catching Ander under the ribs. He crumples to the floor. “I don’t give a shit about your excuses,” the leader snaps. “You owe me, so I own you. You’re moving yesterday’s load and today’s. No discussion.” He stands, his demeanor shifting as he circles you like a predator sizing up prey. “And what’s this? You brought your girlfriend? What’s she for—selling her or her… services?” You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, raising a hand. “Quiet, sweetheart. The men are talking.” The urge to deck him surges, but the room’s tension—armed men, locked gate, no clear exit—keeps your fists at your sides. Ander, still on the ground, coughs out, “She’s not my girlfriend. Just a friend trying to help.” The man nudges Ander with his boot, almost casually. “That so? She’s cute, I’ll give you that. Free agent, then.” He turns to you, his one eye glinting with calculation. “Why you’d stick your neck out for this idiot is your call,” he says, leaning closer. “But I’m thinking you could be useful. Let’s see what you could do.” He sizes you up, ticking off options like he’s reading a menu. <<if $body gte 8>>[[You’re built tough, you could hold your own in the ring.|ander1body][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You’re not built tough enough—You wouldn't last a second in the ring.<</if>> <<if $intel gte 8>>[[I can see you're sharp behind those eyes. You might learn to cook product.|ander1intel][$energy to $energy-5]]<<else>>I can see the stupid in your eyes, cookings not an option.<</if>> <<if $perception gte 8>>[[I saw you clocking the room—guns, exits, all of it. Bet you could spot valuables in a house.|ander1perception][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You could... Nah, you don't seem perceptive enough.<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 8>>[[You’re pretty enough to work the streets, make some cash that way.|ander1charisma][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>Not sure you have an edge with the girls already on the street, shame.<</if>> <<if $money gte 12>>[[Hell, if you’re loaded, a straight-up payment works too. |ander1money][$money to $money-12]]<<else>>Hell, if you’re loaded, a straight-up payment works too.<</if>> "Or..." He smirks. <<link "“I’m feeling generous today. I could let you walk away. Your choice.”" $return>> <<set $finalander to 1>><</link>>

Hips swaying and the pavement resonating under the sound of your heels, you weave through the grimy, dimly lit streets, neon signs flickering over Scar’s turf, where his drug and prostitution networks thrive. In a greasy fast-food joint, two guys loiter, hands buried in their jackets despite the warm air—a dead giveaway they’re dealing. You’re here for a purpose: to collect fresh, uncontaminated biological samples for Ander’s lab work. Scanning the crowd, you spot two johns, their twitching hands or glassy stares hinting at drug use. In Scar’s territory, the odds are high they’re hooked on his product. With a seductive smile and the goods on full display, you make your approach, asking if they are looking for a good time. The two are barely coherent, they pull out a bit of cash, barely enough for a handjob. You weeze, ready to go for the next mark, but it dawns on you, addicts are poor in general, already have a vice, and you're going for numbers. How many nights until you have enough samples? Fuck the money, it will all go to Mac anyway. You pocket the money and motion to a nearby alley, asking who's front and who's backdoor? They follow eagerly, already hard as they press on you. You put protection on them and thank god they are prelubricated, cause they push right in with the tenderness of a truck. You moan and act like they are so great, but really, they lasted seconds. <img src="pic/anderused3.gif" class="responsive-img"> They drop the preservatives and stumble away, you stuff the loot in your handbag and seek your next donor who turns out to be a stoner looking for a blowjob. You put the preservative on your mouth and get to work. After an intense minute, he finally empties his balls, one more in the bag. You do a couple more until your handbag starts to overflow, so you tie the new ones to your sting, bra, or wherever there's still place, the white liquid swaying with your every move. You're definitively the sluttiest and nastiest hoe on the block, for some it's a turn-off, others a massive turn-on. <img src="pic/anderused4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> But still, you're short, it's going to take many more nights like this one to achieve your goal. That's when you meet with Foxy. She looks different—more striking, her curves accentuated in a way that’s hard to pin down, maybe just the skimpy outfit catching the neon glow. <img src="pic/foxy3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "Hey Silver, nice, looks like you're enjoying yourself! I don't think I could ever do that, it looks too slutty, even for a whore like me. But hey, just got to show you got more balls than me!" You strike a chat, probing for a way to get even more. "You want to go for a score hey? We could run a train on you if you're up for the challenge. Guy at the door collects the money, I keep the next three in line ready, and you finish them." That sounds like a good plan, so she makes a call and you are now at a motel with Roxy and some guy working for Mac, the local pimp. You hand over your current earnings, he looks at the money, then at you. "I hope you didn't sell yourself short, we running a business here." You apologize, you're new at this. He brushes it off. Now that you think about it, you probably crashed the prices, but he doesn't have to know. So you take your place on the bed, naked for simplicity, and get this train started. The first man, a bulky black guy, goes straight for you, pulls out his huge meat, and splits your pussy lips apart. It’s painful at first given the size, but it's getting good, and then he cums. You're a tool for his pleasure, your own was never part of the equation. <img src="pic/ander8.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Foxy is taking care of the line, she's on her knees and giving a blowjob to the next one in line while giving handjobs to those after him. <img src="pic/foxyfel.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A bald man with a tattoo across the face takes place above you and picks up where the black man left off. He brings you so close to climax, but once again, he cums before you can. You barely look at the next face, you just want him to finish you off as you welcome him inside your cunt. <img src="pic/ander12.jpg" class="responsive-img"> This little delay between each man is just long enough for you to cool off a bit, and each session too short, edging you in a perverted cycle. Each time they cum, it's like a little victory, balancing a touch of satisfaction to your frustration. One client is especially slow to cum, giving you just a bit more time, and like a tsunami, all your build-up crashes in you as a single orgasm, your body shaking so much it looks like a seizure. <img src="pic/ander9.jpg" class="responsive-img"> This, of course, pushes the man over the edge, and your recovering body is penetrated by a new manhood. After that last orgasm, everything feels more intense, so much more sensitive. Your mind starts to drift, you look at yourself in the mirror above the bed, you are out of your body, floating, observing, feeling, begging for more. That body is no longer yours, it's just a dirty cum extractor, your conscience fades navigating the bliss of heaven and impulses of hell. You are at times an angel, others a demon, both ashamed and enjoying watching this little slut on the bed pray for her pleasurable torments to never end. <img src="pic/ander10.jpg" class="responsive-img"> When the last client leaves, the man at the door leaves with the money wishing you goodnight. <img src="pic/ander11.jpg" class="responsive-img"> You see your body hesitate, then head for the shower where she cleans herself, and then suddenly begins to cry. Foxy, who was mouthwashing, runs over to cuddle with you. <img src="pic/ander13.png" class="responsive-img"> "Oh Silver, or, well, whatever your real name is. Just let it all out. It's normal to crash after climbing so high and going back to earth. Just take one breath at a time, take it in, hold, let it out, again." You cry like you never cried, you don't even know why, you just let tension out of your body until you are yourself again. And yet, when you see the world from your own eyes again, you wonder if part of you isn't floating somewhere. Your body hurts, especially the crotch, you also notice several bruises. Your energy is drained, emotionally you are now empty. You look around like you just sobered up and didn't know where you are now. Foxy pats your back. "See? All better now!" Leaving the shower, the smell assaults your nostrils, this place reeks of sex. Tissues and preservatives ended up in the strangest places like on the lamp or stuck to the blinds in a grotesque and lewd display. Foxy clothes herself and bids you farewell until next time. You take things a bit slower so she departs first. Once the door is closed, you empty the trash and grab the bag. Those are your precious samples you came here for in the first place. You knot rubber after rubber and shove them in the bag. Not all of them are from drug addicts, but scientists will figure them out, you got a good haul, that's what matters. And to think you can only remember two of those men's faces. Then you hear the door open, it's Foxy. "Sorry, forgot my handbag... Oh my god, you're so precious helping clean the room. Don't worry, the maids are used to it, good night!" <img src="pic/foxy4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> And she is gone again. You finish packing off and head home for a good night of sleep. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander4">><<set $sex to $sex+10>><<set $corruption to $corruption+500>>

You weave through the grimy, dimly lit streets, neon signs flickering over Scar’s turf, where his drug and prostitution networks thrive. In a greasy fast-food joint, two guys loiter, hands buried in their jackets despite the warm air—a dead giveaway they’re dealing. Nearby, women and men in scant clothing flash inviting smiles, their eyes calculating. When you show no interest, their cheap charm fades, and they pivot to the next potential client. You’re here for a purpose: to collect fresh, uncontaminated biological samples for Ander’s lab work. Scanning the crowd, you spot a few johns, their twitching hands or glassy stares hinting at drug use. In Scar’s territory, the odds are high they’re hooked on his product. With careful observation, you plan your approach, ready to gather what you need without drawing suspicion in this den of vice. All you have to do is spot where they dispose of used preservatives and collect them, the latex keeping the biological fluid inside pure. Trash, side of the road, alleys they are disposed of randomly. Some are unobtainable, flushed in a toilet or left inside a motel room. <img src="pic/anderused.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Your backpack is half-full with scavenged samples when a hulking man barrels toward you, his shadow swallowing the dim streetlight. “Hey, missy,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Why you skulking around? My boss—Mac—don’t like strangers snooping. This ain’t a safe place. Things happen to nosy types.” An enforcer, not one of Scar’s, but loyal to the local pimp. Trouble. As you form a response, you spot Foxy stepping out of a motel room, adjusting her string top as her client slinks away. You wave her over, forcing a smile. “Foxy! There you are, friend!” “Silver?” Foxy calls, surprised but playing along. “What you doing out here?” “Just came to say hi,” you say loudly, eyeing the enforcer. He’s unconvinced, his meaty hand twitching like he’s itching for a fight. You slip him a wad of cash from your pocket—prepared bribe money for moments like this. “For your trouble,” you add, voice steady. He glares, then pockets the cash, relenting with a grunt. “Get lost quick.” He lumbers off, leaving you alone with Foxy. She looks different—more striking, her curves accentuated in a way that’s hard to pin down, maybe just the skimpy outfit catching the neon glow. You strike up a chat, keeping it light. Moments later, a car slows, the driver leaning out with a leer. “How much, ladies?” <img src="pic/foxy3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Foxy flashes you a quick goodnight grin, promising to catch up later, and slides into the car. Safe again, you scavenge a bit more before slipping away into the night, your pack heavier and your pulse racing as you head home. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander4">>

You navigate the grimy, neon-lit streets of Scar’s turf, where his drug and prostitution networks pulse with life. Inside a greasy fast-food joint, two dealers loiter, hands tucked into jackets despite the muggy air—a clear sign they’re holding product. Nearby, men and women in questionnable outfits flash practiced smiles, their eyes sharp and assessing. You approach with your unusual request: biological samples from their clients filled preservatives. Some flat-out refuse, wary of your intent. Others raise eyebrows, half-joking if it’s for an art project, the CIA, or cumboarding. You lean into their assumptions with a vague nod, knowing a full explanation would waste time and risk exposure. They’ve seen enough strangeness in this world to not push too hard, but they’re no fools—samples won’t come cheap. You haggle, shelling out cash to loosen tongues and open palms. <img src="pic/anderused2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Among them, you spot Foxy, her presence more magnetic than before, her curves catching the neon glow in a way that feels almost unnatural—maybe it’s just the skimpy outfit. She greets you warmly, offering a friendly discount on her clients’ samples, no questions asked. <img src="pic/foxy3.jpg" class="responsive-img"> With deals struck, you settle into the shadows to wait, collecting discreet drop-offs in fleeting exchanges. Hours tick by, but your patience pays off. Once your backpack brims with more than enough, you slip away, melting into the night to head home, the weight of your haul a quiet triumph. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander4">>

You meet Ander in a quiet alley, and for once, he looks almost at ease, his leather jacket and jeans a stark complimenting his hopeful energy. A faint smile plays on his lips. “Today’s the day” he says, voice steady. “Last payment to that bastard Scar, and we’re done. I drop the cash, say thanks, maybe hint we’d work for him again to keep things smooth, then we’re free. Couldn’t have done this without you—you might’ve saved my life.” You walk side by side to Scar’s HQ, the familiar stench of smoke and stale beer hitting you as you approach. The henchmen at the gate are as cold as ever, their eyes narrowing, but they wave you through. Inside, Scar lounges behind his scarred desk, his one eye glinting under the dim light. Ander steps forward, dropping a thick stack of cash onto the table with a confident grin. “There it is,” he says. “Every last cent. Sorry it took so long.” Scar doesn’t move, his expression darkening. “Money’s one thing, Ander,” he says, voice low and sharp. “Trust is another.” <img src="pic/scar0.jpeg" class="responsive-img"> His men edge closer, their shadows looming. You feel the air tighten. “Word’s spreading,” Scar continues, leaning forward. “People asking questions about my product—saying it’s got unusual side effects. And your friend here?” His gaze flicks to you, cold and accusing. “She told us everything you’re up to.” Ander’s head snaps toward you, disbelief flashing across his face before it hardens into understanding. He turns back to Scar, his poker face flawless. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says coolly. “Neither does she.” It’s a sharp rebuttal, calling Scar’s bluff with steady nerve. But Scar’s lip curls. “I knew it. You’re the rat.” Scar is going around his desk to get closer and it appear all the attention is on Ander. “I’m not,” Ander snaps, his voice firm, but the henchmen are already moving, seizing his arms. You stand frozen, mind racing for a way out of this trap as the room closes in. <<if $body gte 14>>[[Strong like you are, you could surprise Scar by sliding behind him and take him hostage.|ander4body][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You’re not built tough enough to attempt something physical. (14)<</if>> <<if $intel gte 14>>[[Bring up logical arguments why it make no sense for Ander to be a rat.|ander4intel][$energy to $energy-0]]<<else>>You're too dumb to use logic (14)<</if>> <<if $perception gte 14>>[[Grab the gun in Scar back pocket and take him hostage.|ander4perception][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You're not perceptive enough (14)<</if>> <<if $charisma gte 14>>[[Convince Scar of Ander innocence.|ander4intel][$money to $money-0]]<<else>>You're not charismatic enough to change Scar mind (14)<</if>> [[Do nothing|ander4doom][$money to $money-0]] <<set $finalander to 1>>

Heart pounding, you slip behind Scar and lock him in a blood choke before he can react. His body goes limp, slumping in your arms as you back against the wall, avoiding the henchmen’s reach. The room freezes—eyes wide, stunned—until Scar stirs, dazed and coughing. His men pivot from Ander to you, hands twitching toward weapons. “Move, and I snap his neck,” you warn, tightening your grip. “I just want out.” Scar wheezes slowly coming back to himself, voice hoarse. “What makes you think you’re walking away after this stunt?” A slight squeeze silences him, his eye widening as he gasps for air. <img src="pic/scar2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Meanwhile, Ander pulls a hidden pistol, grabbing one of Scar’s men as a hostage. “Back off!” he shouts, his voice steady despite the chaos. Scar, still in your hold, croaks, “Alright, alright—boys, stand down. You know what they say about giving a woman what she wants.” You drag Scar toward the door, hugging the wall, while Ander mirrors you on the opposite side, his hostage in tow. The henchmen cluster in the center, whispering plans until Scar snaps, “Boys, don’t be sore losers. Everything’s fine.” The doorman steps aside, gate clanking open. You and Ander move back-to-back, exiting into the corridor, hostages in front and back. Outside, you catch Foxy in the distance, turning away, phone pressed to her ear. <img src="pic/foxy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Once you’re far enough from the building, you shove Scar forward and bolt, Ander matching your pace. Enforcers reach for handguns, but Scar’s voice cuts through. “Stop! Not on the streets!” He massages his neck, glaring as you vanish into the night. You reach the dront door your apartment building panting, collapsing with Ander in a fit of nervous laughter. “That was insane,” you gasp, the adrenaline still burning. Before you can catch your breath, a police cruiser screeches to a halt, siren blaring. “There you are,” a cop barks. “Get in.” <img src="pic/scar3.png" class="responsive-img"> “For what?” Ander demands, tense. “You’re wanted for questioning in a major investigation on Scar,” the cop says. “Cooperate, or you’re going down with him and his goons.” Ander rolls his eyes but climbs into the backseat. “Fine.” You follow, pulse still racing. The ride to the station is silent, the cop tight-lipped about details. “Not my place to say,” he grunts. At the precinct, you’re separated, led to a stark interrogation room where you wait, the fluorescent hum grating on your nerves. To your shock, Foxy walks in, clad in a crisp police uniform. “Hello, Silver,” she says, her smile sharp. “Not your real name, of course, just like Foxy isn’t mine. I’m Agent Kate Adams, undercover, working to dismantle trafficking networks. Our plans had to move ahead of scredule when a new variable appeared. I should’ve noticed the changes in myself sooner—side effects of Scar’s product—but they’re not all bad.” <img src="pic/foxypolice.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She flips open a notebook, her tone businesslike. “What I caught on my phone gave us the leverage to raid Scar’s operation. You’re in the clear—no charges, no dirt on you. But you need to tell me everything. Hold back, and we’ll hit you with obstruction of justice or conspiracy tied to Scar.” She knows almost everything—your moves, your deals, your risks. Resisting is pointless; she’s already won. You spin the story, painting you and Ander as victims caught in Scar’s web, careful to skirt anything incriminating where you can. Adams probes with surgical precision, her knowledge of your actions unnervingly thorough. Satisfied, she finally leaves, likely to grill others. Hours later, you’re released, expecting to find Ander outside, but he’s gone. No one at the station knows—or says—where he is. Back at your apartment, drained and rattled, your phone buzzes with a text. “Hey, it’s Andy. Family’s bailing me out. I might’ve done some illegal stuff on my own, like taking my dad IDs, so I’m laying low for a bit. Not jail, don’t worry. Keep an eye on things for me, yeah? Thanks, till next time.” Exhaustion hits hard. The interrogation room’s cold bench was no rest, but relief washes over you knowing Ander’s safe. You collapse, the weight of the night finally pulling you under. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander5">>

Heart pounding, you slip behind Scar and put his own gun to his head before he can react. His body tense in your arms as you back against the wall, avoiding the henchmen’s reach. The room freezes—eyes wide, stunned—until Scar stirs, dazed and coughing. His men pivot from Ander to you, hands twitching toward weapons. “Move, and I shot,” you warn, tightening your grip. “I just want out.” <img src="pic/scar4.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Scar wheezes “What makes you think you’re walking away after this stunt?” A slight puch of the canon on his face silences him. Meanwhile, Ander pulls a hidden pistol, grabbing one of Scar’s men as a hostage. “Back off!” he shouts, his voice steady despite the chaos. Scar, still in your hold, croaks, “Alright, alright—boys, stand down. You know what they say about giving a woman what she wants.” You drag Scar toward the door, hugging the wall, while Ander mirrors you on the opposite side, his hostage in tow. The henchmen cluster in the center, whispering plans until Scar snaps, “Boys, don’t be sore losers. Everything’s fine.” The doorman steps aside, gate clanking open. You and Ander move back-to-back, exiting into the corridor, hostages in front and back. Outside, you catch Foxy in the distance, turning away, phone pressed to her ear. <img src="pic/foxy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Once you’re far enough from the building, you shove Scar forward and bolt, Ander matching your pace. Enforcers reach for handguns, but Scar’s voice cuts through. “Stop! Not on the streets!” He massages his neck, glaring as you vanish into the night. You reach the dront door your apartment building panting, collapsing with Ander in a fit of nervous laughter. “That was insane,” you gasp, the adrenaline still burning. Before you can catch your breath, a police cruiser screeches to a halt, siren blaring. “There you are,” a cop barks. “Get in.” <img src="pic/scar3.png" class="responsive-img"> “For what?” Ander demands, tense. “You’re wanted for questioning in a major investigation on Scar,”the cop says. “Cooperate, or you’re going down with him and his goons.” Ander rolls his eyes but climbs into the backseat. “Fine.” You follow, pulse still racing. The ride to the station is silent, the cop tight-lipped about details. “Not my place to say,” he grunts. At the precinct, you’re separated, led to a stark interrogation room where you wait, the fluorescent hum grating on your nerves. To your shock, Foxy walks in, clad in a crisp police uniform. “Hello, Silver,” she says, her smile sharp. “Not your real name, of course, just like Foxy isn’t mine. I’m Agent Kate Adams, undercover, working to dismantle trafficking networks. Our plans had to move ahead of scredule when a new variable appeared. I should’ve noticed the changes in myself sooner—side effects of Scar’s product—but they’re not all bad.” <img src="pic/foxypolice.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She flips open a notebook, her tone businesslike. “What I caught on my phone gave us the leverage to raid Scar’s operation. You’re in the clear—no charges, no dirt on you. But you need to tell me everything. Hold back, and we’ll hit you with obstruction of justice or conspiracy tied to Scar.” She knows almost everything—your moves, your deals, your risks. Resisting is pointless; she’s already won. You spin the story, painting you and Ander as victims caught in Scar’s web, careful to skirt anything incriminating where you can. Adams probes with surgical precision, her knowledge of your actions unnervingly thorough. Satisfied, she finally leaves, likely to grill others. Hours later, you’re released, expecting to find Ander outside, but he’s gone. No one at the station knows—or says—where he is. Back at your apartment, drained and rattled, your phone buzzes with a text. “Hey, it’s Andy. Family’s bailing me out. I might’ve done some illegal stuff on my own, like taking my dad IDs, so I’m laying low for a bit. Not jail, don’t worry. Keep an eye on things for me, yeah? Thanks, till next time.” Exhaustion hits hard. The interrogation room’s cold bench was no rest, but relief washes over you knowing Ander’s safe. You collapse, the weight of the night finally pulling you under. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander5">>

Scar scratches his neck, his one eye narrowing, more irritated than persuaded. “Fine,” he growls. “Maybe I saw what I wanted to see. Or maybe you’re just a grade-A bullshitter. Either way, you get a warning.” Without warning, he lunges at Ander, unleashing a barrage of savage punches, his fists hammering like a beast’s. Ander crumples, gasping, as Scar stomps him into the ground. A goon steps between you and the chaos, blocking your path. Scar’s fury burns until he’s spent, chest heaving, before he finally steps back. “Throw ‘em out,” he snarls. “I never wanna see their faces again.” Ander staggers to his feet, clutching his ribs, wheezing and coughing as you help him out of the HQ. Outside, the air is thick with tension. In the distance, you spot Foxy turning away, phone pressed to her ear. Beside you, Ander’s breathing turns rapid, shallow. He slumps to the pavement, struggling. “Just… need to catch my breath,” he gasps. <img src="pic/foxy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Foxy notices, sprinting over, her phone still in hand. “What’s wrong?” she demands, eyes wide. “Can’t… breathe…” Ander chokes out, his face paling. Foxy dials 911, her voice sharp. “Ambulance, now! Suspected punctured lung—he’s turning blue. Here’s the location…” She kneels beside Ander, keeping the operator on the line. “Ander, stay upright. Don’t lie down. Breathe slow and steady.” Blood sprays from Ander’s mouth as he coughs, his eyes fluttering. Foxy pulls a small knife, slicing away his shirt to check for wounds, finding only dark bruises blooming across his chest. “Stay calm, Ander,” she urges. “Ambulance is minutes out. Slow breaths.” His skin turns bluer, consciousness fading with each ragged gasp until he stops breathing altogether. “Fuck!” Foxy snaps. “Keep him upright, don’t let him collapse!” She leans in, pressing her lips to his, forcing air into his lungs. Ander convulses, vomiting blood. You help tilt him forward to clear his airway, then pull him back as Foxy repeats the rescue breaths, her hands steady despite the chaos. At the end of the street, ambulance lights pierce the night. <img src="pic/anderbulance.png" class="responsive-img"> Paramedics swarm, loading Ander onto a stretcher in a semi-sitting position, oxygen mask strapped to his face. They speed off, leaving you and Foxy behind, blood staining her lips like a vampire’s. “Follow me,” Foxy says, voice clipped. She leads you a few blocks to a waiting car and drives you to a police station, where she points to a cop by the entrance. “Go with him.” <img src="pic/scar3.png" class="responsive-img"> Confusion swirls as Foxy vanishes into the station. The cop escorts you to a stark interrogation room, where you’re left to wait, the weight of the night pressing down as Ander’s fate hangs in the balance. After a few minutes, Foxy walks in, clad in a crisp police uniform. “Hello, Silver,” she says, her eyes sharp. “Not your real name, of course, just like Foxy isn’t mine. I’m Agent Kate Adams, undercover, working to dismantle trafficking networks. Our plans had to move ahead of scredule when a new variable appeared. I should’ve noticed the changes in myself sooner—side effects of Scar’s product—but they’re not all bad.” <img src="pic/foxypolice.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She flips open a notebook, her tone businesslike. “What happened just now gave us the leverage to raid Scar’s operation. You’re in the clear—no charges, no dirt on you. But you need to tell me everything. Hold back, and we’ll hit you with obstruction of justice or conspiracy tied to Scar.” She knows almost everything—your moves, your deals, your risks. Resisting is pointless; she’s already won. You spin the story, painting you and Ander as victims caught in Scar’s web, careful to skirt anything incriminating where you can. Adams probes with surgical precision, her knowledge of your actions unnervingly thorough. Satisfied, she finally leaves. Hours later, you’re released. No one at the station knows—or says—where Ander is. You don't have time to tour every hospital so you text him. Back at your apartment, drained and rattled, your phone buzzes with a text. “Hey, it’s Andy. Family’s taking me back. I might or not have done some illegal stuff on my own, like taking my dad IDs, so I’m laying low for a bit. I'm alive, and I'm not going to jail, don’t worry. Keep an eye on things for me, yeah? Thanks, till next time.” Exhaustion hits hard. The interrogation room’s cold bench was no rest, but relief washes over you knowing Ander’s safe. You collapse, the weight of the night finally pulling you under. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "ander5">>

Scar steps close to Ander, his one eye burning with malice. “Any last words?” “Scar, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Ander pleads, voice cracking. “You’re a shitty liar,” Scar snarls. Without warning, Scar unleashes a savage onslaught, his fists hammering Ander like a feral beast. Ander crumples, gasping, as Scar’s boots slam into him, each blow echoing in the dim room. A goon grabs your arm, blocking you as you lunge forward. Scar’s rage burns out only when he’s panting, stepping back from Ander’s battered form. “Throw her out,” he growls. “I never want to see her face again.” A henchman restrains you, dragging you toward the door. Scar turns back to Ander, his voice cold. “As for you, I’ve made up my mind.” He pulls a gun, leveling it at Ander’s head. “See you in hell.” <img src="pic/gun.jpg" class="responsive-img"> The gunshot splits the air, ringing in your ears. Ander’s skull shatters, blood and grey matter spilling as his body convulses, neurons firing in a dying frenzy. Scar fires again, a bullet to Ander’s heart, and his twitching muscles gradually slow down. You’re shoved out into the cold night, shock numbing your steps as you stumble aimlessly. <img src="pic/foxy2.jpg" class="responsive-img"> Foxy appears, rushing toward you, phone in hand. “Silver, you okay? Where’s Raven?” You point vaguely at the building, words failing, your chest tight with grief. Foxy grabs your shoulders, forcing you to meet her eyes. “What happened?” Tears blur your vision, your breath ragged, thoughts incoherent. “Shit,” Foxy mutters, dragging you away as she lifts her phone. “Gunshots inside the building—suspected murder. Send a unit now!” At the skatepark, a safe distance away, she sits you on a bench as police lights flood the street. Officers take cover behind cars, rifles ready, barking orders. <img src="pic/scar6.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A single gunshot rings out, followed by a deafening hail of bullets. Silence falls, and soon Scar and his crew are led out in cuffs, having surrendered. The building is cleared, leaving only the echo of violence. <img src="pic/scar5.jpg" class="responsive-img"> A cop pulls up beside you. “Miss, I need you as a witness. Please get in.” <img src="pic/scar3.png" class="responsive-img"> Foxy nudges you toward the car. “Show’s over, Silver. See you later.” She vanishes into the chaos as you climb in. The ride to the station is silent, the cop stone-faced, and your grief chokes any urge to speak. At the precinct, you’re led to a stark interrogation room, the fluorescent buzz grating on your frayed nerves. Foxy enters, now in a crisp police uniform, her demeanor sharp. “Hello, Silver,” she says, voice steady but tinged with regret. “Not your real name, just like Foxy isn’t mine. I’m Agent Kate Adams, undercover, dismantling trafficking networks. New intel forced us to move fast. I should’ve noticed the changes in myself—Scar’s product—but they’re not all bad.” <img src="pic/foxypolice.jpg" class="responsive-img"> She opens a notebook, her tone turning professional. “The raid was triggered by what happened. I’m... I'm sorry—Some of my moves must have been attributed to Ander. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. As for you, you’re clean—no charges, no dirt. But you need to tell me everything. Hold back, and it’s obstruction of justice or conspiracy with Scar.” Her knowledge of your actions is unnervingly precise, her questions cutting like a scalpel. Resisting is futile—she’s already won. You recount the events, framing you and Ander as victims ensnared by Scar, sidestepping anything that could trap you. Satisfied, Adams leaves, likely to interrogate others. Hours later, you’re released, stepping into the dawn, half-hoping to see Ander,but knowing he’s gone. At your apartment, you collapse, staring at the ceiling, exhaustion crushing you. The interrogation room’s cold bench offered no rest, and Ander’s death lingers like a wound, pulling you into a heavy sleep. <<link "Sleep" $day>> <</link>><<set $anderp to "anderD">>

You try to join Ander but there is no answer. <<link "This was pointless" $return>> <</link>>

You try to join Ander but remember he died. <<link "This was pointless" $return>> <</link>>

You enter Dr. Ozawa’s office, and he gestures for you to take a seat, extending your arm toward him. He retrieves a syringe and a small vial from his desk, carefully filling the syringe with the substance. After cleaning your arm with an alcohol swab, he administers the injection and applies a bandage. <img src="pic/ozawa.jpg" class="responsive-img"> "All done," he says calmly. "Please stay for 15 minutes to monitor for any allergic reactions. After that, you’re free to leave." Curious, you ask what happens next. "The changes will be gradual," Dr. Ozawa explains. "This is a genetic therapy, so it may take two to three weeks for the full effects to manifest. Make yourself comfortable while you wait." You pass the time on your phone, and before long, the 15 minutes are up, and you’re cleared to go. <<link "Go back home" $return>> <<set $finalozawa to 1>><<set $ozawap to "ozawa6">><</link>>

Protective custody is no vacation. You’re confined to a safe house, unable to leave. Reinforced windows, perpetually shuttered, block out the world. Armed agents are a constant presence, their vigilance a reminder of the danger lurking beyond. Your needs are met—meals, a psychologist, medical checkups, even a TV and game console to pass the time—but there’s no internet, no connection to the outside. It’s isolating, yet the quiet allows you to process the trauma and recenter after the chaos. You’re permitted to send handwritten letters, a relic of a bygone era, as your only link to the world.<<if $corruption gte 800>> But in truth, you had a great time sleeping with every single agent. <img src="pic/agentsex.gif" class="responsive-img"><</if>> After a week, you’re released. Detective Black sits you down and reveals the staggering truth about Percy. Percy’s real name is Ushihara Kemono, a former captain in the Imperial Japanese Army during World War II. He led a program developing supersoldiers and worked along scientists developing biological weapons, overseeing horrific experiments that scarred humanity’s conscience. When Japan surrendered, Kemono concealed his worst atrocities, though records of his joint experiments survived. Using his expertise in biology, he infiltrated intellectual and research circles, blending in seamlessly. As he aged, Kemono employed advanced gene therapy and bioengineering to rejuvenate himself, altering his appearance to evade detection using methods he tested on human subjects, leaving dead in his wake so he could live. One of his former subordinates, Dr. Ozawa, survived World War II with severe burns, leaving permanent scars over half of his body, and mild radiation exposure from a nuclear blast. Recruited into U.S. scientific efforts to study the bomb effects, Ozawa’s past was buried to exploit his biological expertise. The radiation left him infertile, but he, too, used gene therapy to extend his life and partially restore his reproductive capacity. His daughter, Cassia, inherited none of his original genetic traits, which may explain her intellectual challenges. As Kemono’s research stalled, he turned his attention to Ozawa, now a scientist at Umbra Genix Laboratories. Probing Ozawa’s stance, Kemono discovered his former colleague had renounced their shared past and would not support his goals. Undeterred, Kemono assumed the identity of Percy, a brilliant college student, and secured an internship at Umbra Genix to steal their cutting-edge research data. While biding his time, Kemono continued his experiments—on you, his unsuspecting flatmate. He rigged the apartment’s ventilation system with a sedative gas to keep his activities hidden. You were his first “successful” test subject for deep body modifications, enduring a painful genetic transformation that reached a breaking point when your body erupted with changes over several days. The gas, meant to sedate, interfered with your pain medication, nearly killing you when you first took them. He would also spread rumors to test your social compliance. Kemono’s ambitions grew bolder. Learning of Jimmy’s father’s cancer, he developed a brain-control device, destroying specific neural pathways to make subjects more malleable—an extreme evolution of his gene therapy experiments, which he deemed insufficiently effective on you. He had planted a hypnotic hacking device to manipulate you at college, it yielded poor results and required this more aggressive solution. To fund his work, Kemono borrowed heavily from Ander and manipulated Jimmy, all while supplying gene therapy to Scar’s criminal underworld in exchange for materials and money as well as large scale experiments. Injectable therapies proved most effective, while inhaled versions had minimal impact. Kemono mapped Umbra Genix’s lab, acquiring incendiary materials and tailored hacking tools from Scar to breach its security. His plan was ruthless: set the apartment ablaze to erase evidence, then infiltrate Umbra Genix, neutralize its security with a weapon and hacking tools, steal the data, and destroy the facility. By disabling the lab’s fire suppression system and igniting stored volatile gases, he aimed to trigger a catastrophic explosion, slipping away in the chaos. Your actions foiled his scheme. By alerting authorities to the hacking tool at college, flagging Percy’s suspicious behavior to Ozawa, and speeding investigations into Scar’s network, you set the stage for Kemono’s downfall. Authorities planned to observe him while awaiting an emergency warrant, expected within hours. But when Kemono attempted to torch the apartment, they raided immediately. For your courage and wisdom, the city honors you with its keys. Media outlets hail you as a “heroic civilian” who thwarted a terrorist plot—a slight exaggeration for sure, but the recognition feels good. Umbra Genix, grateful for your role in averting disaster, offers you comprehensive support: mental health care, a new home, and financial stability, no strings attached. They see you as more than a survivor—a potential cornerstone for their research. Dr. Ozawa, ever the visionary, is developing a serum to reverse the genetic changes Kemono inflicted, should you choose to restore your former self. Umbra Genix invites you to join their research efforts, viewing your experience as invaluable to their mission. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>>When Jade and Jimmy came to visit you, they unexpectedly crossed paths and uncovered the truth about the love triangle you had been keeping secret. The revelation left them both heartbroken and betrayed. In the days that followed, they made the painful decision to end their relationships with you and cut off all communication. Just like that, you lost both of them from your life.<<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength. After returning to a regular life, he was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together your future. Jimmy’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way he remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way he encourages you to take things one step at a time, his love has been a steady anchor in the storm. His support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful. <<else>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade has been your rock throughout this harrowing ordeal, a constant source of warmth and strength. After returning to a regular life, she was there—holding your hand, soothing your fears, and helping you piece together your future. Jade’s presence has been a quiet but powerful force in your life, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. Whether it’s the way she remembers your favorite comfort food after a long day or the gentle way she encourages you to take things one step at a time, her love has been a steady anchor in the storm. Her support isn’t just about helping you survive; it’s about helping you thrive, and for that, you’re endlessly grateful.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $finaldance gte 1>>Your time at the Nine Lives Club left an indelible mark on you, shaping your desires and needs in ways you’re still unraveling. The experience awakened a deep, almost insatiable longing to be seen, desired, and appreciated by others—not just by one person, but by many. It’s as if the attention and validation you received there became a part of who you are, an exhibitionist craving that’s hard to ignore. You thrive on the thrill of connection, the electric spark of being wanted, and the satisfaction of bringing strangers to climax. This newfound reality has come at a cost. Your relationships, once built on the foundation of monogamy and exclusivity, now feel strained under the weight of your evolving desires. You’ve come to realize that you no longer see yourself in a traditional, long-term monogamous relationship. The idea of committing to one person, as comforting and stable as it may be, feels like it no longer fits the person you’ve become. <<if $finaljimmy gte 1 and $finaljade gte 1>><<else>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1, $finaljade gte 1>><<if $finaljimmy gte 1>>Jimmy<</if>><<if $finaljade gte 1>>Jade<</if>>, who has been your steadfast support through everything, struggles to reconcile the love felt for you with the idea of sharing you with others. The thought of not being enough for you—of not being the sole focus of your affection—cuts deep. It’s a painful reality for both of you, one that forces difficult conversations and uncomfortable truths to the surface. You know this shift isn’t easy for anyone involved. It challenges the very foundations of what your partners thought your relationships were built on. But for you, it’s a necessary step toward living authentically, toward embracing the complexity of who you are and what you need. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with emotional hurdles and tough decisions. But one thing is clear: you can’t go back to pretending to be someone you’re not. After a few more months, you break up and now walk separate paths.<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $anderp == "ander5">> Ander turned his life around, rebuilding ties with his family and stepping into his father’s seat on the Umbra Genix board. Now, he’s invited you to his sprawling villa for a visit, and the warmth in his invitation hints at something more— he’s grown fond of you. <</if>> <<if $finalmarile gte 1>>You also pursued a career in pornography, a decision that will inevitably linger as part of your legacy, something people may always associate with you. While social judgment might not always affect you directly—though some may distance themselves because of it—there’s a possibility that if you ever have children, they could face bullying or scrutiny because of this aspect of your past. This could lead to resentment, as they might struggle with the consequences of choices made long before they were born.<</if>> <<if $clarkp == "clark5">>Surprisingly, Dr. Clark chose to cut all contact and disappear from your life without explanation. Thanks to your newfound access within Umbra Genix, you eventually uncover the truth. Dr. Clark connection with you had been under investigation by the college and Umbra Genix. The threat of legal action and professional ruin was enough to make him sever ties with you completely. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his absence might not be permanent, that he could resurface when you least expect it.<</if>><<if $henry == 1>> You are still in contact with Henry, he's a pretty chill guy, you could probably get closer to him if you wanted to.<</if>> <<if $school lt "50">>In the end, you didn’t manage to achieve passing grades. The college, recognizing that you were dealing with a difficult situation, showed leniency and chose not to penalize you too harshly. However, this also means that if you wish to continue, you’ll have to retake the semester and start over.<<else>>Congratulations on achieving a passing grade! This college semester was far from easy, and you faced more than your fair share of challenges. Between the demanding coursework, and the emotional toll of everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you made it to the finish line at all. But you did it. Your final rank is: <<if $school lte "60">>D<<else>><<if $school lte "70">>C<<else>><<if $school lte "80">>B<<else>><<if $school lte "90">>A<<else>>Top of the class!<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> Enjoy the rest of your life! <img src="pic/waving2.gif" class="responsive-img"> The End

She literally can't stop talking, but you managed to pick up some useful tips from her. Still, the conversation was exhausting, and you're ready to sleep once your talk with Cassia is over. [[Go to sleep|dream5a][]]